<?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-7907244092210000779</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:10:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-912795068656227332</id><published>2009-11-27T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:29:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello, people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Posting coz people are 'nagging' at me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am only posting to write one thing ;; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am abandoning this blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Byebye, adios, au revoir, to this blog. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I made another blog already.&lt;/span&gt; Sooooooooooo, bye bye to this blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE BYE TO BLOGGY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;byebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebyebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-912795068656227332?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/912795068656227332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=912795068656227332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/912795068656227332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/912795068656227332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6408337867240354256</id><published>2009-08-07T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:22:07.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Goodbye by Kristinia DeBarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Woots! Today was National Day celebrations. Wore red and white to school. Met up with Celine at MRT and train-ed to YCK. Stopped by at Cheers and bought chocolate. Lol. Then went to school. Greeted by a sea of red. Lol. Had the flag thingy. Then went up to hall... Had quiz... Then there was this part where some of the students who went for the Deejay course... They remixed some NDP songs. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then Mr &lt;em&gt;REY&lt;/em&gt; Soh [my music cher] and Mr Gary Tan [my math cher] sang this year's NDP song... Hahahah. &lt;em&gt;REY??? Sounds so weird... If you add it with Soh. No offence tho.&lt;/em&gt; Mr Tan can actually sing, lol. But cant really hear him coz I think his mic was &lt;em&gt;either off or on a low volume.&lt;/em&gt; But from where I was sitting I can hear. Lol.&lt;/span&gt; After that had... uhhmm... I forgot... Anyway, after dismissal, at like &lt;em&gt;9.30am?,&lt;/em&gt; went to Northpoint with Grace. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to MacD's to see if it was still breakfast time. And then we saw &lt;em&gt;ERNA!!!&lt;/em&gt; Omg. Her hair longer. Hahah. Still looks the same.&lt;/span&gt; Then we went down to foodcourt to eat. After that Grace went home, I walk walk abit with my mom when she got there. Then went back to MacD's coz she wanted a burger. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;On the way there I saw &lt;em&gt;XiXing.&lt;/em&gt; Lol. &lt;em&gt;HE'S LIKE, TALLER THAN ME NOW!! Arghhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, after buying the burger we went to interchange to go to the salon there. When we got to the salon, [well, actually its a HDB flat... Inside the house the salon was there] the woman then told us today it was closed.&lt;em&gt; =.=.&lt;/em&gt; So then we decided to go pick up my brother frm school... Saw some of his friends... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wanted to go in and look for Mrs Siva but I didnt dare. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; After that, taxi-ed home. Too bad, couldnt rebond hair today. Maybe next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lah lah lahhhhhhh. Bored... Tomorrow night my dad's cousin is flying to SG... Heard from my mom she was gonna stay here. For a week. In my room. Oh well. Nehmind, my room got enuff space. HAHA. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to watch Lady Gaga's concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Oops, random, but so true.&lt;/span&gt; Ooooohhh I smell the brownies. Time to go. Bye people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My birthday is in 2 weeks!!!!! YAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6408337867240354256?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6408337867240354256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6408337867240354256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6408337867240354256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6408337867240354256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-bored_07.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1116544587040656178</id><published>2009-08-05T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:20:17.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: The Highwayman audio... On YouTube... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im suddenly just so addicted to this poem. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello peopleeeeeee!!! School been kinda weird lately... HAHA. Oh well. Freaking boring at home. And school too. Anywayyyy, it was freaking funnnnn during music today. This isnt the actual thing... I forgot... But yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So yeah, Mr Soh was like, making us &lt;em&gt;sing &lt;/em&gt;NDP songs. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He himself was singing, OMG man.&lt;/span&gt; Then he walking in between the tables. Then he picked up Juliana's pencil case and started using it as a mic. Juliana took it away. Then Mr Soh walked to Amos's table... And picked up his water bottle. And began to use it as his mic. Then Amos walked up to him and said "That's mine." or smth like that. So Mr Soh gave it back. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then Amos squeezed, I think, the bottle [its the Nike one, the one that sprays and everything..] in front of &lt;em&gt;Mr Soh's face.&lt;/em&gt; Everyone was like, laughing like mad. And then he started to walk away. Mr Soh went up behind him and &lt;em&gt;whack&lt;/em&gt; his back.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After school, went home. But stopped off at the mrt to meet Celine to give her her books. Coz she didnt come to school from Monday to Today. Went to library... Borrowed a book. Then went down... &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Went into Aries. That &lt;em&gt;cute accessories shop&lt;/em&gt; in SunPlaza. Told her about getting to wear red and white on Friday coz of National Day celebrations so we decided to buy headbands. In &lt;em&gt;red and white. Mine is red, hers is white... It had a star on one side. SO CUH-UTE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway... Had a bit of a planning "session". Both of us are wearing the sweater-like shirt that I found in G200. Idk where she found hers. Hahaha... &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Then when I got home, my mom told me she's gonna get me to &lt;em&gt;"re-rebond"&lt;/em&gt; my hair after school on Friday. Excited!! Idk why. It was like, &lt;em&gt;10 months ago&lt;/em&gt; since I last rebonded my hair... No wonder it looks so retarded now. LOL.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, gotta goooo. Byeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then look for me by moonlight ---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--- Watch for me by moonlight ---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-my fave quote from The Highwayman [poem by Alfred Noyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My birthday is in 21 days! Can't wait! Prezzies prezzies prezzies!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1116544587040656178?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1116544587040656178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1116544587040656178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1116544587040656178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1116544587040656178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/08/mood-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1322455934238896655</id><published>2009-07-30T16:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:10:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My 100th post!!! Everybody say, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!” Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And to "celebrate" thiiiiis, I have decided to open up my bloggy. Everybody say, "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!" again. Hahaha. Happy Reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: “Many Moods”. Hahah.Listening to: My usual playlist, consisting of Taylor Swift’s “Fearless” and Lady Gaga’s “The Fame” and other songs. (: Plus “New Divide” by Linkin Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;First up! The pictures from our G.D.O. and other random pics I took in the train or wherever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF6HrGFDJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YkTe3l91eKE/s1600-h/Harry+Potter+6+Movie+Ticket.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364202903420865682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF6HrGFDJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YkTe3l91eKE/s320/Harry+Potter+6+Movie+Ticket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The Harry Potter 6 movie ticket from Eng Wah Cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF6HS508oI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1kEE1QPuGd4/s1600-h/Big+Feet!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364202896927027842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF6HS508oI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1kEE1QPuGd4/s320/Big+Feet!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Chinwoon's feet [left] and mine [right].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF57IfsZsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQpTkZqgoyM/s1600-h/%244+Tickets!.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364202687974631106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF57IfsZsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQpTkZqgoyM/s320/%244+Tickets!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Juliana found this ad very high-larious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF569p5UMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8400dtObnvs/s1600-h/Thumbs+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364202685064630466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF569p5UMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8400dtObnvs/s320/Thumbs+Up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Juliana's hand. She really did find this ad funneh, didnt she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF56MtYY6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AR_pwfwViOc/s1600-h/Naruto+Vending+Machine.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364202671925912482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF56MtYY6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/AR_pwfwViOc/s320/Naruto+Vending+Machine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Went up to Popular and saw thiiiis. Omg, my dearest Sasukeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF55y15N8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AQmkgTDiUqE/s1600-h/Naruto+Toy.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364202664982296514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF55y15N8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AQmkgTDiUqE/s320/Naruto+Toy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Stupid Naruto popped out instead of Sasuke. Bleahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5QxMCn3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/eSz_DK1qhS8/s1600-h/Baby+Vending+Machine.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201960163680114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5QxMCn3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/eSz_DK1qhS8/s320/Baby+Vending+Machine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; A BABY machine?!?!? Omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5QiuMgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Aq1C_V0FqdA/s1600-h/Naked+Babies,+Eww.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201956280402706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5QiuMgxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Aq1C_V0FqdA/s320/Naked+Babies,+Eww.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Toys you can possibly get from those money-eating machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5QQ6nXNI/AAAAAAAAANw/2BBzJ87rVMY/s1600-h/Toy+Vending+Machines.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201951500655826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5QQ6nXNI/AAAAAAAAANw/2BBzJ87rVMY/s320/Toy+Vending+Machines.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; More toy machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5P-8C9SI/AAAAAAAAANo/CL5tYYjL3ik/s1600-h/Toy+Vending+Machines+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201946674820386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5P-8C9SI/AAAAAAAAANo/CL5tYYjL3ik/s320/Toy+Vending+Machines+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; And more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5PqDc_XI/AAAAAAAAANg/tUiHgmYCpk8/s1600-h/Playground.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201941068742002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF5PqDc_XI/AAAAAAAAANg/tUiHgmYCpk8/s320/Playground.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The playground we passed on the way back to AMK Hub from Jubilee after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4r6UpWHI/AAAAAAAAANY/OiAOxmKT7S4/s1600-h/Spinny+Duckies.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201326960531570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4r6UpWHI/AAAAAAAAANY/OiAOxmKT7S4/s320/Spinny+Duckies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; We passed this thing too. 2 bucks per game??? Thats expensive. =='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4rqxexxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VYBJ3Ymo4Kc/s1600-h/Spinny+Duckies+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201322786506514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4rqxexxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VYBJ3Ymo4Kc/s320/Spinny+Duckies+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Repetition. Sorry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4rPFimCI/AAAAAAAAANI/rBg1lRrBmz4/s1600-h/Spinny.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201315354449954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4rPFimCI/AAAAAAAAANI/rBg1lRrBmz4/s320/Spinny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Is this supposed to be Wheel Of Fortune???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4q2xndsI/AAAAAAAAANA/5IO-CaBWVEs/s1600-h/Earrings.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201308828432066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4q2xndsI/AAAAAAAAANA/5IO-CaBWVEs/s320/Earrings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Bought 3 pairs of earrings from Top 20 at AMK Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4qgtbAxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/i8nHi2eCFrM/s1600-h/Plastic+Glamness.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364201302905258770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4qgtbAxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/i8nHi2eCFrM/s320/Plastic+Glamness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Plastic glamness on a manequin we saw at Top 20. Juliana's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~End of G.D.O. pics~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~~Start of random pics~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4IZi0moI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zfqTnmQKUDk/s1600-h/PHS+View.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364200716866198146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4IZi0moI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zfqTnmQKUDk/s320/PHS+View.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; View of my school. Took this when I went to accompany Celine to cut her hair. It looks so "peaceful" in this view. Inside its just, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4H0-aP9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/i5hL7hCNBSU/s1600-h/Celine+And+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364200707049799634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4H0-aP9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/i5hL7hCNBSU/s320/Celine+And+Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Me and Celine crapping in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4H26nALI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qYYX2sGVgXY/s1600-h/Me+And+Celine.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364200707570729138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4H26nALI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qYYX2sGVgXY/s320/Me+And+Celine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Ditto this one. Except that there's a person trying to get the attention too. Note: It's that pic on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4HhVfWNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OLNoP_gX-dc/s1600-h/Train.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364200701777893586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4HhVfWNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OLNoP_gX-dc/s320/Train.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The train was pretty much empty for an after school time so I took a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4Hal8VFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A0mjokGbCyk/s1600-h/Hart+Sasuke+Alot.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364200699967853650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF4Hal8VFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/A0mjokGbCyk/s320/Hart+Sasuke+Alot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Juliana wrote this on my hand one day. Took a pic of it. I hart Sasuke!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF27o0d7tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b0QPtJahLrc/s1600-h/Artist+Justine.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364199398116814546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF27o0d7tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b0QPtJahLrc/s320/Artist+Justine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Juliana drew this for me. Hahahaha. We were bored in art class. So she started drawing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF27SnM4-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/TT-FMWHXWao/s1600-h/Chinny+and+Cookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364199392155591650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF27SnM4-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/TT-FMWHXWao/s320/Chinny+and+Cookie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; That's Chinwoon's drawing. Her and her cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF27LNTQGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mJMisB2x_HQ/s1600-h/Gymnastics+Julie.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364199390167908450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF27LNTQGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mJMisB2x_HQ/s320/Gymnastics+Julie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Juliana drew this for herself. Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF2637pF3I/AAAAAAAAALw/5XvgagTxWVY/s1600-h/Tennis+Alicia.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364199384993568626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF2637pF3I/AAAAAAAAALw/5XvgagTxWVY/s320/Tennis+Alicia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Juliana's drawing for Alicia. Alicia loves tennis, so the pic fits her. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF26jQFO5I/AAAAAAAAALo/VqQs_NPmWZA/s1600-h/Talking+Miss+Jiang.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364199379442154386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF26jQFO5I/AAAAAAAAALo/VqQs_NPmWZA/s320/Talking+Miss+Jiang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Okay, so this is Juliana's drawing of our art teacher, Miss Jiang. Lol. I know its kinda mean, no offence to cher. Kays? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~End of pictures~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sorry for long-time-no-post-ing. Hahaha. Its been abt… Two weeks or less???? Since I last posted.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Lots of things happened. Let’s start with The Awesome Foursome’s G.D.O.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wooooooo hoooooo!! It was our [Me, Alicia, Juliana, ChinWoon--The Awesome Foursome] girl’s day out! Hahaha! Watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.&lt;/span&gt; Okay let’s start from the morning… Forgot to bring my tie to school so had to buy a new one, luckily I “loaded” my wallet with money. Arnd 35 bucks. Haha. The day passed freaking slowly… Was damn excited to get out of school and head off AMK. Had P.E., urghhh. NAPFA test. The five stations thing. At least I passed all; &lt;em&gt;Sit and Reach, Standing Broad Jump, Shuttle Run, Inclined Pull-up, and Sit-ups.&lt;/em&gt; Finally, school ended. Had to wait for Alicia to finish her choir meeting, which, thankfully, ended quickly. Headed to MRT. Train-ed to AMK Hub. &lt;em&gt;Went up to the cinema part of the mall. The line for the tickets was freaking loooooooooooooooooong!!!!! And the cinema for HP6 was filling fast. Decided to head to Jubilee.&lt;/em&gt; But before that… Lunch!!! Went to MacD’s only to find it full. So we decided to take out our food and eat on the way. After eating, we went into Jubilee. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alicia and I went to the toilet to wash our hands while Juju and ChinWoon bought the tickets. The toilet had no soap. And Alicia said, &lt;em&gt;“Oh no!!! No soap!! Mr Tan will be angry!!!”&lt;/em&gt; in a sarcastic voice. We cracked up. Mr Tan was always telling us to wash our hands with soap, while doing the “7 Steps”. Hahahhaahahha.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, waited to get our tickets then went into Popular. Crapped there for arnd 10mins before we went up to the cinema part. Found this toy machine where you put the money and the toy comes out. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We found a Naruto one. I was praying that my “dearest” &lt;em&gt;Sasuke&lt;/em&gt; will come out, but guess who came popping out??? That’s right, &lt;em&gt;NARUTO. Damn Naruto.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Alicia kept the toy. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So we went up and got our food [drinks and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POPCORN!!!! I hart Popcorn!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] then went into the cinema. The screen was damn big!!!! &lt;em&gt;Bigger&lt;/em&gt; than the one in GV [Golden Village]. Looked at our tickets to find out seats but guess what? There were &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; letters. So Juliana was like, “Where the &lt;em&gt;hell &lt;/em&gt;are our seats?!?!” in a loud voice just as the whole theater went &lt;em&gt;quiet.&lt;/em&gt; LOL. So we decided to just sit anywhere. Found a seat near the middle and just sat there. Hahah. Luckily, nobody came and told us that they were their seats. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt; Movie damn cool. One part, when the hand comes out of the water to grab Harry’s hand, &lt;em&gt;some random girl screamed&lt;/em&gt; [the whole cinema was quiet… sooooo it was like Juju’s situation] and then the people laughed. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After the movie, went back to AMK Hub to window shop!!! Bought me some earrings at Top 20, which Juju accidentally called Top 21. Hahahahha.&lt;/span&gt; After that, went home. Reached home arnd 7pm? Yeah, abt there. That’s the end of Friday. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened, except that my body hurt like maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Goodness. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hate &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; NAPFA. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; Went for Novena then Mass at 6pm. Saturday was boring. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still had muscle cramps from Friday. Went for Catechism class. Watched a movie. Which we didn’t even finish. Maybe we’ll finish it tomorrow. Ate at KFC [the others were full] and then went to the library with brother… Other than that, the rest of the day was boring. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Still had muscle cramps. Urghh. Don’t remember much of what happened, but all I know was that it was boring. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Had acting for English. Mrs Goh made us act out a stanza from the poem we’ve been doing for English class. Hahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt; Stayed back at school with Juju, coz we thot we had Netball training. Found out we didn’t, but we stayed back anyway. Did homework. At arnd 3.30pm, went out of the school library and helped [more like, crapped] with Prischelle and the others when they were doing the board game. Then went home at arnd 5pm. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Boring. Don’t really remember what happened.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; I tend to forget about boring school days, so don’t blame me.&lt;/span&gt; Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring. Had netball after school. I was accident prone during netball. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Got hit on the head by a &lt;em&gt;basketball &lt;/em&gt;before netball started. My &lt;em&gt;FAVOURTE&lt;/em&gt; headband &lt;em&gt;broke.&lt;/em&gt; I wanted to cry so &lt;em&gt;bad.&lt;/em&gt; Coz &lt;em&gt;hello?&lt;/em&gt; That was my &lt;em&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/em&gt; headband you &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt;. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you to Elena for letting me borrow her headband. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then got hit on the &lt;em&gt;head,&lt;/em&gt; then &lt;em&gt;cheek,&lt;/em&gt; by the &lt;em&gt;netball&lt;/em&gt; during training. Then somebody stepped on my foot, more like my &lt;em&gt;toe,&lt;/em&gt; really &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; and it started to hurt like &lt;em&gt;maaaaaaaaaaad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I asked coach to pull me outta the half-court game I was playing in and got Melissa to replace me. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My toe was like, red red. Aka, swollen. &lt;em&gt;Goodness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We were allowed to go off at arnd 6pm? Caught up with Celine. Went home with her and Cherilyn. Except that Cherilyn managed to squeeze into the full train. So Celine and I stayed behind. Took the next train. Got off at Khatib coz Celine said there would be less people. Boarded the next train… That stopped at Yishun. Urghh. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Decided to just take the bus from Yishun Bus Interchange. But before that… Celine so called toured me around the new part of Northpoint that was renovated, after she bought ice-cream. When we finished touring, headed to bus interchange. Bus-ed home. Reached home arnd 7pm?&lt;/span&gt; Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was raining in the morning… But still had P.E. Urghh. The girls could do anything they want, coz the guys were taking their NAPFA. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So we [the netballers and some others] went off to play netball. Yay. Was fine at first. Until Eileen accidentally pushed me and I slipped. And &lt;em&gt;scratched &lt;/em&gt;my knee on the &lt;em&gt;brick floor of the parade square.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Urghhhhhh times 10000.&lt;/em&gt; And hello? The floor was like, &lt;em&gt;wet??!?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went off to the toilet to wipe off the ew-y dirty water off my knee. Then went up to the hall where the others were. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was no longer in the mood to play netball. That set me in a &lt;em&gt;very very bad mood.&lt;/em&gt; Alicia came with me. So kind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you to Alicia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At arnd 9.20am, went up to class to change. Went we got back to class, some of the others were there. They were sitting at the back, talking. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Prischelle said something, which set me in a &lt;em&gt;worse &lt;/em&gt;mood. Went downstairs for recess. Then went up again, was not my usual loud self.&lt;/span&gt; Found out that we didn’t have Math, so I started doodling in my Math notebook. Alicia was reading a book that I borrowed from the library. Then MT. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I was like, emo-ing from recess period to MT period.&lt;/span&gt; Gradually had a better mood. By the time assembly came arnd, I was back to my loud crazy self. Haha. Went to Northpoint with Celine and ate there. Then went to library for awhile before going home. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wanted to go for Huamin’s Open House. But guess what? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SENIORS WERE NOT INVITED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We weren’t allowed to go in. Jiaying told Celine and Celine told me. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Must have been Mdm Tan’s idea. Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Freak her. Everything also won’t allow. Goodness.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Had to go clean my room coz visitors were coming… Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. Went for catechism class. Went home with brother. Rest of the day was boring. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had school... Bleah. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had English class test… Wasn’t so bad.. It was very baaaad. I mean like, what the heck would I know abt the &lt;em&gt;highwaymen&lt;/em&gt; of the &lt;em&gt;past?!?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;On Hounslow Heath!!!&lt;/em&gt; That was like, &lt;em&gt;millions of years ago…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Goodness. So yeah. Then blah blah blah. No math, was so happy. Went to library again with Celine after school. Lazed around awhile before doing homework. Boring. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Blah blah blah. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had Literature class test.&lt;/span&gt; Boring. I forgot most of what happened that day.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Had D.I.S.C. workshop in the afternoon. Looked like I was gonna have to skip netball. But when we [netballers from 1H] looked out the window, there were no netballers training. Seems like all the netballers ditched.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. So after the workshop I just went off home. Hahah. Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaaaaaah. Boring. Mostly forgot abt what happened that day……….. Boring boring boring. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had class photo taking for uhm… Yearbook I think. Then after that, after school, had to meet up with the other netballers for CCA photo taking. I was made to sit at&lt;em&gt; front row.&lt;/em&gt; Urghhh. But nevermind. Saw Nadirah for the first time since semester started. Lol. Talked a lot with her. Catch up stuff. Went home with her too.&lt;/span&gt; Moving &lt;em&gt;awn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday [aka Today]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chapel today. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thank goodness Mrs Andrew decided not to make us sit according to &lt;em&gt;Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl blah blah.&lt;/em&gt; I was like, cursed? Last week we sat in that “format”. I was made to sit in between &lt;em&gt;Ian and Jia Hao.&lt;/em&gt; Ehmagawd, the &lt;em&gt;worst people to be stuck with.&lt;/em&gt; No offence. Actually, &lt;em&gt;I mean to offend Ian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Not so much Jia Hao. Today we sat according to our index number. Sat in between Jocelia and XiaoYing coz Juliana goes to the basement. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During Math, Mr Tan was like, teaching us abt coordinates and stuff like that. And I was going &lt;em&gt;“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat????”&lt;/em&gt; the whole time. I mean, what the &lt;em&gt;heck &lt;/em&gt;was he crapping abt?!?!&lt;/span&gt; Had Geography and Science class tests today.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Skipped netball coz I forgot to bring my P.E. shirt along. Lol. Got stuck with my math so I went online and thankfully Qianyi was online and I asked her to teach me and she did. And I got my work done. Sooooooooooooooooo… &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU QIANYIIIII!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So now Im blogging. Coz Blogger finally works. Now I just have to fix everything up and Im done. Yay. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Justine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ps: This might have been one of my longest posts ever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps: I just word-counted it and it said… more than 1800 words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahahhaha cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppps: I took like, an hour and more to type this out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My birthday is in less than one month!!!! Awesome, cant wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1322455934238896655?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1322455934238896655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1322455934238896655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1322455934238896655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1322455934238896655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-100th-post-everybody-say.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SnF6HrGFDJI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YkTe3l91eKE/s72-c/Harry+Potter+6+Movie+Ticket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1975527073251863446</id><published>2009-07-17T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:35:50.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Idk really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, I found this on Trisha's blog... And I decided to do it coz it seemed like a good way to waste time. Hahaha. (: Ill probably have a comment for most of the stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HIGH CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[x]You go/have gone tanning. &lt;em&gt;[This is what I get for being a Netballer. Its more like, uneven tan.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[x]You own an iPod/mp3 player. &lt;em&gt;[I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; music, 'nuf said.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[ ]You love Starbucks.&lt;em&gt; [Uhhhh... NO.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[ ]You have been called a brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[x]You have tons of shoes. &lt;em&gt;[Charles and Keith, Pretty Fit, Reebok, Bench (Philippine Brand), etc, you name them, I have 'em.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[ ]You hate buying things that are on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[x]You have a laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•[x]You love shopping. &lt;em&gt;[Shopping to me: is like when a kid gets bored and starts dying of boredom. &lt;strong&gt;Shopping is my lifeeeeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt; ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;•TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;GOTHIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[x]Black is one of your favorite colors. &lt;em&gt;[Heck, I dont have to be gothic or emo to love black.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[x]You wear chains. &lt;em&gt;[My bag and my old wallet had 'em.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You like heavy metal. &lt;em&gt;[No way.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You've shopped at hot topic. &lt;em&gt;[I'd loveeeeee to, so is that counted? Anyway, isnt Hot Topic only found in U.S.???]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have worn black lipstick. &lt;em&gt;[Ever heard of Halloween and stage performances?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have/had/or wanted piercings. &lt;em&gt;[I have 3 ear piercings, long story. And I have alot alot alot of earings.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You own a pair of Tripp pants. &lt;em&gt;[What are those???????]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have at least one unnaturally colored haired friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;•TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SKATER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You can skateboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[x]You like plaid. &lt;em&gt;[It depends on with what its matched with.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have/love Converse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You hate mtv. &lt;em&gt;[OPPOSITE OF YES!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have/had/wanted blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair. &lt;em&gt;[Yeah, in another life which Ill never have. OOOO Hannah Montana much? Sarcasm. But I really want red or purple streaks in my hair tho Idk what that'll look like.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You love mohawks. &lt;em&gt;[Ehm.... I find them kinda weird. No Offence!!!!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[x]You LOVE Music. &lt;em&gt;[The statement says it all, 'nuff said times 10000.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•[x]Hate people who pretend to be something they are not. &lt;em&gt;[Split personality much?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;•TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EMO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[x]You are depressed sometimes. &lt;em&gt;[Used to be.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You have dark colored thick-rimmed glasses. &lt;em&gt;[My specs' frame arent thick but they are dark-coloured. But that doesnt count.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[x]You cry easily. &lt;em&gt;[That depends on the situation.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You like emo music . &lt;em&gt;[What the heck is EMO MUSIC??]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[x]You've kept a journal/diary. &lt;em&gt;[I have one now.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have written a sad poem. &lt;em&gt;[Sort of....]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You have dyed your hair. &lt;em&gt;[Why would I do that??? I love my brunette-ness. Lol.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You're sad when you're drunk.&lt;em&gt; [Too underaged to drink. And drinking sounds ewwwww.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•TOTAL: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;GHETTO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[x]You like rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You have said "Fo Sho, Fo Shizzle, Fo Sheezy, etc".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You have worn/wanted a grill. &lt;em&gt;[What's that??????]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You have had a freestyling contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You have worn your shoes with the tongue flpped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You've said the N word to a black person and didnt get punched. &lt;em&gt;[That would be racist, and mean. I dont do that.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You know most of the lines from Boyz N Da Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You own a huge gold chain with a giant gold pendant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;•TOTAL: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HARDCORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[x]You like loud music. &lt;em&gt;[Yeah, especially when Im about to fall asleep.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You love/like the Ninja Turtles. &lt;em&gt;[Ewww no.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[x]You have/had slip-on shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You like Norma Jean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[x]People have called you a freak and meant it lovingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[ ]You love to "hardcore" dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[ ]Your hair has been dyed more than one color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•[x]You wear jeans a lot. &lt;em&gt;[Yeah, duhhhh. I have like, more than 5 pairs???]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;•TOTAL: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PREP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[ ]You LOVE The OC. &lt;em&gt;[Nope. I dont get the story.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]You had/have/want a tiny/small sized dog. &lt;em&gt;[I want one, I want one, I want one pretty please???]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]Your usual outfits consist of pink. &lt;em&gt;[Uhmmm... Small little parts. Very little. People always like to give me t-shirts with pink.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]You like buying shoes A LOT. &lt;em&gt;[YEAH DUH TIMES 1000000. &lt;strong&gt;Shoe-shopping is a must!!!&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]You say "awesome" at least once a day.&lt;em&gt; [Awesomeeeeeee.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[ ]You shop at Hollister.AE,and/or Abercrombie&lt;em&gt; [More like G200 and others.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]Getting your nails done is a fun thing. &lt;em&gt;[Super!!! I want a French manipedi si'l vous plait!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]You had/have big sunglasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;•[x]You can't go anywhere without your hair perfect. &lt;em&gt;[Duhhhhhh.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.•TOTAL: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ATHLETIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You watch the Superbowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[x]You own track shoes or cleats other sports related shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[ ]You collect jerseys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have/ had special shelf for trophies and awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Your garage/shed consists of sports equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[x]You belong/belonged to a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•[x]You have a specific number preferred for your jersey. &lt;em&gt;[Preferrably 26 (:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;•TOTAL: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You like putting little bows in your hair. &lt;em&gt;[Used to, when I was a lil kiddo.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You have mini-skirts. &lt;em&gt;[I have 'em, but I dont wear them much.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You have parted your hair to the side. &lt;em&gt;[That's my current hairstyle, duh. Its not like I can do much with short hair.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You think polka-dots are way cute. &lt;em&gt;[They're cute, but too much on one outfit is an eye-sore. Maybe stripes are cuter?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You have done a peace sign while you pose for a picture. &lt;em&gt;[Isnt that what most people will do?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You've been called scene before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You have dyed your hair a bright, neon color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You wear/wore long, colorful socks with your skirts/shorts. &lt;em&gt;[I dont cosplay anime so what's the use?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;•TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REDNECK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Gone four wheeling. &lt;em&gt;[Nope.... I wanna try it tho. Adventure... Lol.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Went hunting. &lt;em&gt;[Eww no.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[x]Owned a four/three-wheeler or dirt bike...ect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Like to go fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Eat beef jerky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Ever said GIT-R-DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Listened to the song Redneck Woman.&lt;em&gt; [I may be musically updated but what the heck is that?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•[ ]Know who Bocephus is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•TOTAL: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;METALHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You wear band shirts alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]If people down talk metal you down talk their favorite music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You like bands like As I Lay Dying, Lamb Of God, and All That Remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You HATE emos. &lt;em&gt;[I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST 'EM.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You love Black Sabbath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You have gone to Ozzfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You like to headbang.&lt;em&gt; [I do that when I listen to dance-y music.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[ ]You don't like rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•[x]You have a taste for classic rock as well. &lt;em&gt;[Sometimes, I can be unpredictable.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;•TOTAL: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HIGH CLASS : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;GOTHIC : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SKATER : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EMO : 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;GHETTO : 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HARDCORE : 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PREP : 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ATHLETIC : 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SCENE : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REDNECK : 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;METAL HEAD : 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wheeeee. There Im done. Seems like Im more of a &lt;em&gt;Prep&lt;/em&gt; than anything else... Lol. I took a quiz li that on Quibblo.com once... &lt;em&gt;"Which stereotype are you?"&lt;/em&gt; and I got Preppy. Tho I hate being classified as a stereotype. Tho there's not much we can do about school uniforms and everything. Okay, Im bored.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will post about "The Awesome Foursome"'s bonding G.D.O. [Girls Day Out] tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; coz I still gotta redownload the program that I use to transfer pics from my phone to the computer. So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okay, Ill sumarise it for today; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS DAMN FUN, ONE OF THE BEST G.D.Os IVE EVER HAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt; Byeeeee peopleeeeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[/edited on 21st July]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;People, I am sorry to say thattttttt. Blogger is being a butt again and I cant post up my pictures or anything else. I can type stuff, yes, but do you want an ugly post? Definitely not. So I cant post anything until I fix this stupid problem. Urghhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;IM SO SORRYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1975527073251863446?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1975527073251863446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1975527073251863446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1975527073251863446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1975527073251863446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-idk-really.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5475588661034522953</id><published>2009-07-16T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:08:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Edgy... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: The awesomeee sound of the.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEWS.&lt;/span&gt; From the TV. And I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; listening to it willingly. And Toxic by Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hellowww peopleeeee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Today was pretty much the normal... Boring. Mrs A took chapel period as Science. Ewww. Then had Art. Gawd it was so boring. Nth much happened except that I had a weirdly painful stomachache that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vanished &lt;/span&gt;when I started laughing like mad when Juliana was drawing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"us". &lt;/span&gt;Playing sports. Hahaha. Like Alicia said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Laughter is the best medicine." &lt;/span&gt;Then had recess, then English... Was okay, I guess. Then Geography... Boring times&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; heck. &lt;/span&gt;Math, I was 3/4 asleep, 1/4 awake. I had to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; try and stay awake &lt;/span&gt;coz we were marking our work and cher might call me out. Hahha. Then MT. Nothing much, time passed quickly enuff. Then Science again... Mrs A showed us this website... The audio was like damn funneh, the speaker kept over-pronouncing the words. &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. Then went home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Train-ed home with Celine, her friend, Grace and her friend named Amirul, whose voice is like a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; duck's. &lt;/span&gt;No offence. Hahaha. Somehow, Grace and Amirul kept "arguing" then laughing... I suspected &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LQ. LOLLLL. Joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gah tomorrow there's PE. I hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PE. Hopefully we dont have to do 2.4km run tomorrow. Pray that we just play sports again. I am not ready for 2.4km... &lt;/span&gt;Im just plain lazy to run... Yay tomorrow going out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Awesome Foursome"&lt;/span&gt; - lol I know the name might sound a bit weird - to watch HP. How many times Ive metioned this I dont care. Ill mention New Moon more. Bleah. Oops, gotta goooooo. Bye peopleeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-5475588661034522953?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5475588661034522953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5475588661034522953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5475588661034522953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5475588661034522953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-edgy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1018819330519576098</id><published>2009-07-15T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:04:04.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Moodless... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nothing much, just the fan and me tapping on the keyboard noisily (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okayyyyyyyy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Today was freaking fuuuuuuuuunnnn. The "four of us" [tee hee I took this from Juju's blog, so Juju, feel honoured. Hee hee] just kept on going high. Laughing like mad people.&lt;/span&gt; I think Ive been having sugar rush??? Idk. Just very hyperrrrrr. Hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today had Whitespace, Mrs A took it for CF =='''. Was so boring, man, talking about H1N1... After that had English, damn fun... In a way... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mrs Goh made us "so called visualise" the poem that she gave us. And we were supposed to draw out the scene in the stanza that she allocated to us. Mrs Goh made my group, "the four of us", do stanza 2. Its the part where the poet describes the main character. It was written so long ago so the outfit is very old... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French-cocked hat, claret velvet coat, doe-skin breeches, and boots.&lt;/span&gt; And he was riding a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HORSE.&lt;/span&gt; Gawsh, that was challenging coz we only had 15mins to draw. If you gave me more time I cudve done smth better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[maybe].&lt;/span&gt; And then we had to present to the whole class. LAWL. I was like, so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; paiseh...&lt;/span&gt; My drawing looked hideous [I was the one who drew the thing]... &lt;/span&gt;Anyway... After English had Geo. Bor-inggggg. Then recess then Science. Bor-inggggg times 100. Then MT... Did my Geo homework there. After Geo had Math... Then Music. Mr Soh made us listen to NDP Theme Song for this year. And lets just say that it ____ [Im not telling you]. Teehee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After that had D.I.S.C.... The speaker made us watch a Phua Chu Kang video... Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funnehhhh.&lt;/span&gt; One part the toilet seat got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; to Rosie's butt. Hahahahhahahahahha. And then Chu Kang used some random thing that made&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fart noises &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the whoopee cushion] on his brother while the brother was having an "important" meeting. Hahahahahahahahhahahaha. Gawd, funny-ness. &lt;/span&gt;After that went home... Train-ed with Grace. Then got to Sembawang MRT my mom told me wait for her there. She wanted to get smth... After that she bought me MacD's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles a freaking huge smile*&lt;/span&gt;. Then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Cant wait for Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The "four of us" going to cinema to watch Harry Potterrrrrrrrrrrrrr. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls Day Outtttttttt!!!&lt;/span&gt; Yeaaaa havent had that in a long time...&lt;/span&gt; Lol. Altho I am no longer a HP fan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Long gone were the days where my cousin and I used to gush over him like crazed people who wanted to kill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hermione&lt;/span&gt;... Hahhaha. I have a new craze now... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt; and... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sasukeeeeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gahhhhh I cant finish my art... I dont have the stupid white paint to make the purple lighter... Nehmind, 2mr borrow from someone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Flipped thru my sketchbook and realised that it was full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame&lt;/span&gt; drawings.... [To Trisha: That's why I didnt want to show you.] Except for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clothes designs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt; those... They are my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pwecious"&lt;/span&gt;... Other than you-know-who. Starts with an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"S"&lt;/span&gt;!!! And he stars in the only anime Ive ever watched. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahhaa. Anywayyyyyy.... Its dinner time soon. Gotta goooo. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1018819330519576098?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1018819330519576098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1018819330519576098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1018819330519576098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1018819330519576098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-moodless.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-3415546721928879774</id><published>2009-07-14T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:43:05.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Weirded out. Hahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay peopleeeee!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Sorry havent posting, coz my dad "reformated" the lappy, couldnt use it. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;Okay... Monday and today were boring... Tomorrow I gotta stay back in school for DISC. Hahha... Wonder how that'll turn out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now Im always excited to go to school, can "gossip" with Alicia, Juliana and Chinwoon. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anywaysssss. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I cant wait for Friday, we going to see Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince in cinemaaaaaa. Yayayay. Idk why Im so enthu abt it, so dont ask. I know Im very anti-Harry Potter but I still wanna see the movie. See which HP movie is better, lols.&lt;/span&gt; Hahha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I shall be opening up my blog soon. Hopefully, that "imposter" wont come back. Rawrrrrrrrr. &lt;/span&gt;Okay people, I gotta jet... Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-3415546721928879774?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/3415546721928879774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=3415546721928879774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3415546721928879774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3415546721928879774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-weirded-out.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-3255103520444456281</id><published>2009-07-12T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:45:36.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Freakin sleepy, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Love Story by Taylor Swift. [Im listening to the whole album (:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay peoples! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am officially, not not not posting my Sasuke drawing. I dont like the colours. So yeah. I know Im crazy abt him but I so &lt;em&gt;dont&lt;/em&gt; wanna embarrass myself with that drawing.&lt;/span&gt; Lol. Anywayyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FRIDAY AND YESTERDAY WAS FREAKING FUNHNNN. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Okay, let's start with Friday. Went to school blah blah blah. Had PE first to third period. Took height and weight. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YAY I GREW TALLER!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Just &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; cm tho... Sobs Im so short.... Anyway, after height and weight, Mr Sim let us play any sports; &lt;em&gt;Netball [yay], Soccer, Basketball and Volleyball.&lt;/em&gt; Played Netball with Eileen, Agnes, Alicia, Juliana and Chinwoon. Anyhow play coz some of them not Netballers. Lol. But it was funnn tho. I fell down at one part, I was laughing &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;much while trying to catch the ball. And so I fell down. Lol. Jumped back up and continued playing. &lt;/span&gt;Gawsh, I was sooooo hyper. Or enthu... Whatever you wanna call it. After PE had Math then MT then Math again coz no weekly assembly [yay, I hateeee weekly assemblies]. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After class went off to J8 with my Science project group people; Me, XiaoYing, Alicia, Melody and Elena. Went to MacD's but saw that there were no seats. So we went to change first.&lt;/span&gt; Then went back. Still full. Went to food court. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After everyone got back from buying food, was the funnn part. Lol. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOSSIP SESSION!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahahha. Talk about alot of &lt;em&gt;crazy stuff&lt;/em&gt; that are &lt;em&gt;strictly confidential [I think].&lt;/em&gt; After eating, headed off to Bishan library to do work. Seems like we cant use the computer without paying. Bummer. So we all decided to go to my house. Finished the work [while crapping], then crapped abit more before they all had to go home. So yeah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn funnn, man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Too bad we didnt get to go shopping after doing the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Saturdayyyyyyy!!!! My mom's friends and their families came over to our new place. &lt;em&gt;TRISHA CAME!!! Yay, hahahha. &lt;/em&gt;Immediately showed her my crappy drawings. She gave me her drawing of Sasuke that I asked her to draw for me. &lt;em&gt;It looked FABULOUS. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TRISHAAAA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hahahah. Lol, she brought her "Leaf Village" headband coz I told her my brother had an Akatsuki headband. Lol. She brought along her paper shuriken. Lol. They look so real except they were white. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Played abit with them, we so called&lt;em&gt; cosplayed.&lt;/em&gt; Without the costumes. HAHAHAHHA. Then we got the lappy and went to YouTube. She wanted to prove to me that Itachi did have an "incurable disease" but the stupid internet connection disconnected coz I think we were too far from the internet "source". &lt;/span&gt;So yeah. Ill go search it up myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To Juliana: Whether Itachi does have an incurable disease, I dont know yet, okay??? Im not believing either you or Trisha until I see it for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anyway, so yeah had a super fun time with Trisha yesterday nite. And with my Science group on Friday. Tomorrow I shall go crapping with Juliana and Alicia. Hahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, I think I should start on my stupid Math mindmap. Gaaaaah. Then after that I shall go draw Hinata for my friend. I tried to draw Hinata Friday night but it looked hideous. Lol. Head big, neck small. So I shall re-draw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To Trisha: I know you're gonna laugh, but dont make me box your face. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-3255103520444456281?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/3255103520444456281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=3255103520444456281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3255103520444456281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3255103520444456281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-freakin-sleepy-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6329648938284953580</id><published>2009-07-09T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:24:04.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXRnODuq6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/hEOz86OmuOs/s1600-h/Ino+Yamanaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356417803545914274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXRnODuq6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/hEOz86OmuOs/s320/Ino+Yamanaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  This is the picture of Ino that I copied... Lol she looks so mean here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXRmzMN3oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SRX1e8K-2w4/s1600-h/Ino.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356417796333756034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXRmzMN3oI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SRX1e8K-2w4/s320/Ino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  My drawing of Ino.... Her neck seems pretty much like a &lt;em&gt;giraffe.&lt;/em&gt; And there are obvious pencil marks on her skin where I marked out the shading. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: In pain? Freaking stupid headache.... Gahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Jai Ho by the PCD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay peeps. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blogger is not being an ass today, so everybody say &lt;em&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahs.... Anyway, so today.... Mrs A came to school. &lt;em&gt;UNEXPECTEDLY.&lt;/em&gt; So yeah I didnt bring my Science books. But she said it's fine coz the whole class thot that she wudnt be coming to school till 2mr and so practically the whole class didnt bring the books. Lol. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had Art today... Borrr-&lt;em&gt;innnggg.&lt;/em&gt; Gawd, Art in PHS &lt;em&gt;bores &lt;/em&gt;me... Seriously... Why cant we just have &lt;em&gt;FUNNNN????&lt;/em&gt; Bleahhh....&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, after that had recess then Geography again then Math... Mother Tongue is once again boring... &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But there was one part during MT that this random cher came in with 3 dudes frm Sec 1... Seems like they &lt;em&gt;ditched class... &lt;/em&gt;Crazy kids. &lt;/span&gt;Oh well. Then followed Celine to the market behind after school to get her hair cut. When we got to Sembawang MRT it was like, raining.... Grrrrrr. Got my bro to pick me up from MRT hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OH YAY!!! The mark on my phone screen is gone. Yayayay.... Happy happy happy... LOL. Oops, dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[/continued]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay. Back. Hee hee... Im full. Ate so much. And guess what?? I ate my vegies! And fruits! Well, I was &lt;em&gt;forced to&lt;/em&gt;, so yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ehmah&lt;em&gt;fricking&lt;/em&gt;gawd&lt;em&gt;ness&lt;/em&gt;!!! I watched the vid on MJ's ghost in the Neverland tour and I got freaked out. LAWL. Seriously. But I shall not think that it was MJ's ghost. I shall think of it as the cameraman's shadow. GAWD IM FREAKING OUT.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously.................. And Im also freaking out coz my dad put some weird liquid on the floor and it stinks... &lt;em&gt;LIKE HELL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haish there's PE tomorrow. I asked Mr Sim abt it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said, well, his sentence has been translated by me, to modern slang-ish language, &lt;em&gt;"Well duh there's PE? Who said there wont be???"&lt;/em&gt; Hahah. Oh well. So there's gonna be PE tomorrow. Oh and tomorrow, after school, my Science group people and I are going to &lt;em&gt;Junction 8&lt;/em&gt; to do our project... Then maybe we'll go shopping if we have time, which I doubt we will.&lt;/span&gt; Lol. I gotta jet, people. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6329648938284953580?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6329648938284953580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6329648938284953580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6329648938284953580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6329648938284953580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-picture-of-ino-that-i-copied.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXRnODuq6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/hEOz86OmuOs/s72-c/Ino+Yamanaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-392033750986741318</id><published>2009-07-08T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:13:22.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXQZZxAeMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DV6dWp7zs4s/s1600-h/Gaara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356416466658818242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXQZZxAeMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DV6dWp7zs4s/s320/Gaara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Here's the picture of Gaara that I copied... He looks so freaking ahhhh-dorahhble here. Smiling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlSR63B4a0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/fqw7WSFD4Ck/s1600-h/Gaara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356066297240644418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlSR63B4a0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/fqw7WSFD4Ck/s320/Gaara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look! It's my drawing of Chibi Gaara!! &lt;em&gt;Finally!&lt;/em&gt; I [heart] you, blogger. &lt;em&gt;NOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Full?? Of food, hahah, just ate dinner. Lawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Taylor Swift's Fearless Album and Lady Gaga's The Fame Album. And some other songs in my playlist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Helloww peopleeee. School's back! Recently, for PHS anyway. We got closed for an extra week coz of the H1N1 infected teacher... Haishhh... Oh well. First day of school was... Uhhhmm, Tuesday, aka yesterday. Lol. Bag was soooooooo freakin' heavy. Yesterday and today. Stupid HBL work... Gah. Oh well. Let's talk abt todayyy. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Met up with Celine at Sembawang MRT and train-ed to YCK then walked walked to school. Went straight up to class. When I entered my classroom, I was&lt;em&gt; greeted &lt;/em&gt;by so many A2 boards on tables. For the Geography project. Haha. I realised that my A2 board was the onli one with colour... Most of the others the background was BLACK. Oh well. So yeah, had lame irritating temperature taking.&lt;/span&gt; Then uhhm... Whitespace, then English, which we took as Literature. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hee hee we did "acting". Lalalalalaaaaaa. Chrysler's and Brian's group sorta made the &lt;em&gt;"serious" scene into a comedy one.&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahahah. Gawd, that was funneh. Then after that had Geo... Finally met Miss Zhang... She seems very nice. (: Then went down for recess, ate &lt;em&gt;pizzaaaaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;/em&gt;Lawl. &lt;/span&gt;Then went back up for Science, free period today coz Mrs A nvr come =='''. Made my bag so heavy coz of the books, in the end nvr come. Gah. Then had Mother Tongue, was bored to wherever. Then had Math. Then Music. Saw Mr Soh the hairy carrot Hannah-Montana-wannabe-number-two. Lol. Hahaha. Spent the whole of Music period in class with no aircon. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mr Soh said its coz the aircon&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt; in the music room &lt;em&gt;broke.&lt;/em&gt; What the heck, man. He released us early.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Waited for mom at Sembawang MRT then she took me to &lt;em&gt;MacD's&lt;/em&gt;.... Yayayayyayay. Lol. Then finally went home. Spent arnd an hour lazing on the couch listening to music. Then finally started on homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As you people can see, my drawing of the &lt;em&gt;KID VERSION of Gaara&lt;/em&gt; has finally been posted. Yay. &lt;em&gt;TO TRISHA: HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY NOW.&lt;/em&gt; But my drawings of &lt;em&gt;Ino and Sasuke&lt;/em&gt; are not up yet, so wait. Im trying not to push blogger to its limits... Whatever. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, now I think I should start on my Geo file cover page... Just in case Miss Zhang wants it. Lol. Byeeeeeeee people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, I just realized that colour on Gaara cant be seen properly... Sadddsss... Blogger is being seriously still being an ass. *sigh*&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/7907244092210000779-392033750986741318?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/392033750986741318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=392033750986741318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/392033750986741318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/392033750986741318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-its-my-drawing-of-chibi-gaara.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SlXQZZxAeMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DV6dWp7zs4s/s72-c/Gaara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1491763887550579070</id><published>2009-07-05T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:07:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Bored crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: You Belong With Me and Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift. [I have been influenced by herrr to listen to more of Taylor Swift songs. Lol. I guess I have to thank her.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey peopleeeeeeeeeee. Life has been freaking boring this whole holidays. Gah. Oh well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So yea, yesterday, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dragged&lt;/span&gt; to the cinema after church to watch... Dun Dun Dunnnnnnn.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers: The Revenge Of The Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Like, wth? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I dont even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Transformers. Oh well. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better than&lt;/span&gt; the first one tho. I did not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; understand a single thing when I watched the first one. So yeah. Lol. I guess I understood more in this one. &lt;/span&gt;The green and red robots were&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking funnehhhh.&lt;/span&gt; So was the Leo guy, I mean,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; who in their right mind would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TASER THEMSELF????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lol. Crazy dude. Nothing much today... Ill post again tomorrow. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1491763887550579070?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1491763887550579070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1491763887550579070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1491763887550579070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1491763887550579070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-bored-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2711582576412898885</id><published>2009-07-03T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:41:57.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Getting more pissed by the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: When It Rains by Paramore. I still heart Paramore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hello people.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Today is the last day of&lt;em&gt; endless&lt;/em&gt; HBL-ing. Like, &lt;em&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before I was posting, I was doing my Math HBL on HeyMath.com. And I wudnt be here blogging if something hadnt gone wrong. &lt;strong&gt;STUPID HEYMATH IS BEING AN &lt;em&gt;ASS&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;AGAIN TODAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rawwrrrr Im so pissed with HeyMath right now. Wont let me submit my stupid Math work. Which I spent &lt;em&gt;1 1/2 hrs doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like, when I woke up, I &lt;em&gt;choked down&lt;/em&gt; breakfast and in 10mins I was on the computer doing Math. And then HeyMath has to be an ass. Ughhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I &lt;em&gt;[hate]&lt;/em&gt; you, HeyMath. No, mostly I &lt;em&gt;just hate Math. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, and blogger is also being &lt;em&gt;a pain in the butt.&lt;/em&gt; Hmphhhhhh. It wont let me upload my drawings of Gaara, Ino and Sasuke. Lol.&lt;/span&gt; Thats what Ive been doing some nights this week. After I finished my HBLs in the morning and afternoon. Like, at arnd 10pm Id start drawing. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Their colours are off, I know, coz I dont have the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; colour pencils. But I did try to use the closest &lt;em&gt;closest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;closest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; colours I could. But Gaara's shirt and Sasuke's hair are some shades lighter/darker than the original. Lol. I did not &lt;em&gt;did not &lt;strong&gt;did not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trace over the picture I copied from. Coz I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; tracing. I drew them according to the pics on my computer.&lt;/span&gt; And it's very obvious that I didnt trace over them coz some of them look out of proportion, aka, Ino's neck. Lol. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow she looks like a &lt;em&gt;giraffe. My brother said so.&lt;/em&gt; LOL.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. And if you enlarge the pictures [&lt;em&gt;when &lt;/em&gt;Im able to post them up], you'll see pencil marks on their faces and hair and wherever. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coz I had to mark out the shadows where the darker shades go. If I erase them off, the whole thing will be &lt;em&gt;so called "affected"&lt;/em&gt; lol.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I think I should go off and see if stupid HeyMath will allow me to submit my Math. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2711582576412898885?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2711582576412898885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2711582576412898885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2711582576412898885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2711582576412898885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-getting-more-pissed-by-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-232692453304417101</id><published>2009-07-01T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:12:24.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Freaking sleepy. Just plain sleepy. Fullstop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Both versions of No Boundaries [Adam Lambert and Kris Allen]. Im still tryna figure out which version is better. Adam still rocks!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am back, people of the earth. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I finally got some zees..... Yeah, for like, &lt;em&gt;LESS THAN FOUR HOURS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, well. After I posted my most recent post [before this one, double duh], we went to search on YouTube how Gaara dies in shippuden, lol. Could find any, so we went off to sleep. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Qianyi went to sleep first. I slept later... Near 4am. Yeah, set my alarm for 7.30am. Got up at like, 8am??? Then, went to turn on lappy, chat chat chat. Qianyi woke up and we ate breakfast.&lt;/span&gt; Lol. I mean, can you &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; it??? &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LESS THAN FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP!&lt;/em&gt; Ill fall asleep halfway thru this... Im serious. &lt;/span&gt;Oh well. We finished just abt everything for today's HBL. We only needa do English. I guess we can play a lil bit.... Lol........... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Heck, I just realised that I left smth out in the script for "Sasuke Needs A Hug". Ill go edit it after I post this. Oh oh, and &lt;em&gt;I still wanna hug hott hott hottttt Sasuke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tee heeeeeeeee. Later, go play DOA4 lol. Then watch more YouTube videos. Hahah... Oh well. I shall end this post. Byeeeeeeeee peopleeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ps: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If Im not getting a hug, then Im going home."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-232692453304417101?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/232692453304417101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=232692453304417101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/232692453304417101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/232692453304417101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-freaking-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-578032122976748585</id><published>2009-07-01T01:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:54:39.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Freakishly &lt;em&gt;tired and sleepy and hungry and in pain&lt;/em&gt;. But I dont feel like &lt;em&gt;sleeping or eating&lt;/em&gt; at all. And think Im feeling high.. Not as in drugs tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: No Surprise by Daughtry. [OMG Im falling in love with this song. Haha, you people shud listen to it, note how Chris Daughtry pronounces the word "Tomorrow"... He pronounces it as "Too-maa-row", haha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay earthlings. Im back and ready to post again. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Note the time tho. Its &lt;em&gt;2AM of July 1st.&lt;/em&gt; You all are prolly wondering why Im up so late. Well, one reason : &lt;em&gt;STUPID HBL [home based learning].&lt;/em&gt; Duh. Im not going to school tomorrow, more like, later, coz...... &lt;em&gt;PHS IS CLOSED UNTIL TUESDAY NEXT WEEK.&lt;/em&gt; Mrs Andrew called me on Sunday to tell me and I was &lt;em&gt;dancing for joy.&lt;/em&gt; Until the next day.... When I saw &lt;em&gt;how much&lt;/em&gt; HOMEWORK we had on MLG. &lt;em&gt;Killer,&lt;/em&gt; man.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Monday Qianyi came over to do some of the HBL with me, then we played DOA4. She ate dinner here then she went home. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Today, she came back again. To do more HBL-ing. Took so freaking long that we dint realise that it was already 9pm and she was still here. So I was like, "Hey you wanna stay over?" So then she said okay. So she's here now.&lt;/span&gt; Still HBL-ing with me. Wait, I forgot to mention why we gotta do this dumb HBL crap... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Coz some random cher frm our school went overseas. Then she went for a big staff meeting, didnt realise she had H1N1 till a day or so later. So all the chers that went for the meeting are quarantined. Which results to: Stupid HBL stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, so Qianyi and I are doing our HBL for Geog and English. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We have to email the Geog stuff to our cher, &lt;em&gt;we sent it at arnd 1am+&lt;/em&gt;, wonder how she'll &lt;em&gt;react&lt;/em&gt; if she notices the time we sent it. Tee heeeee. Everyone else at my house is asleep, my bro, my parents. Onli Qianyi and I are awake. So silent at home... Onli can hear the sound of the electric fan and the tapping of keys on the keyboard. And the music that's coming out of my earphones.&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee. Im soooooo sleepyyyy. Woke up at &lt;em&gt;7.30am yesterday.&lt;/em&gt; And Im sadly in painnnnnnnnnnn. My side hurts coz Ive been bent towards the lappy while doing work just now. &lt;em&gt;OW.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was doing my Science work for today but my brain is going officially brain dead so I decided to do it later in the morning. Lol.&lt;/span&gt; Qianyi is currently posting on her lappy [she brought her lappy along] right now. I wonder who will finish first. Oh well. Okay.......... Speechlessness is coming. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel like staying up until arnd 3am+... I dont feel like sleeping even tho I wanna. Weirdness. Yeaps. Qianyi wants to sneak into my bro's room to play DOA4 now, but Im too cowardly. Scared later he wake up, or my parents wake up. And my bro has to go to school later. So idk. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The dinning table, where we are doing all our HBL-ing, is like, so messy. There are papers here, papers there, &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; lappys, the tin with all the &lt;em&gt;brownies,&lt;/em&gt; and... A bunch of &lt;em&gt;BANANAS???&lt;/em&gt; Hey, who left them there??? Lol. Only &lt;em&gt;2 out of 101&lt;/em&gt; contacts on my MSN are online: Qianyi and Natthida.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Im also still online. So late already. Heck, Im getting bored. Idk why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;OOOOOOHHH OHHHH I KNOW!!! I'll type out the script in one of my favourited YouTube videos.... The title is "Sasuke Needs A Hug". And I really wanna hug him. Lol. He's just so freaking hott hott hottttttt.&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee. Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEAje2KOKGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEAje2KOKGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Hey Sasuke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: Hey, what's up, Naruto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Ay, not much, Sasuke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: Gimmie props, Naruto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: Idk what this means so dont ask]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Okay, Sasuke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: Come here and gimmie a hug, Naruto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Uhhh.... That's not such a good idea.........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: To Sasuke: If Naruto doesnt wanna hug you, I will!!! Me me me me meeeeeee. Lols.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: Well, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Remember the last time you started huggin' things???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: Why does Sakura have to butt into everything, Gawd, I hate her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: Hmmmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sasuke flashback-ing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: I shouldn't have hugged that cactus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*End of Sasuke's flashback-ing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: Fine, I wont hug you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: If I cant get a hug, then Im going home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: OMG THIS IS MY FAVE LINE HAHA!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sasuke turns on his heel and walks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Ehhh... Hey, Sasuke, wait up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sakura runs to catch up with Sasuke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Hey.... Dont leave without me.... Awwwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Hey, wait up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sasuke turns to look at her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Hey, um, Sasuke, you wanna have some fun? And then later we could go back to my place........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: I'd rather be with... Naruto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Rather be with........... NARUTO?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: HAHA IN YOUR FACE! REJECTION MUCH?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasuke: I wanted to hug Naruto, but he doesnt seem to be sharing my affections. Im leaving now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Sasuke likes Naruto more than me... Nobody loves me... Im all alone..... Huuuuuuurrrrrr.......&lt;/span&gt; [me: Wheeee more Sakura rejections!!!! Lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Hey, forget about Sasuke. Since there's just the three of us, maybe we could... You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kakashi: Uh-oh, Im gettin' outta here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: The voice they used for Kakashi was so ah-dorableeeeee!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: I dont know what you're thinking, Naruto, but the answer is, NO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sakura punches Naruto in the face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: Oh my God... What the hell is going on??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Naruto hits the fence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sakura: Stupid Naruto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Naruto: I was just gonna say that we should all go out and get some ramen... [Thinks to himself: Eh, she gets scary when she's mad.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*END OF REAL VIDEO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Start of ending credits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whoever: Next time on Naruto.... Someone chokes and dies............ And Lee gets drunk..... AGAIN!!!........ Next episode, "When Good Food Goes Bad".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[me: Ive tried searching for that vid, I cant find it. Help accepted.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*END OF WHOLE VIDEO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Gawsh, that took so long to type out. Haha. Qianyi and I are both posting this. Hahaha. We're both bored haha.&lt;/span&gt; Its gonna be 3am soon. I still have to colour up my post. So I shall end here, end my crazy retarded post that makes me sound like Im going high. Haha. Bye earthlings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-578032122976748585?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/578032122976748585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=578032122976748585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/578032122976748585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/578032122976748585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-freakishly-tired-and-sleepy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-4865108982138011333</id><published>2009-06-26T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:13:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored, otherwise stressing a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Fearless by Taylor Swift. And my brother's endless Mapling sounds. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello earthlings!! Haha, long time no post. Stupid laptop wont allow me to get to blogger. Hmph. But suddenly, now I can. Woah.... Anyways. I feel like I should open up this blog. After being locked for like, arnd 6mths... Weird. Oh well. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holidays are so &lt;em&gt;boring,&lt;/em&gt; nothing to do at home except &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rot in the confines of my house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sadly, mom &lt;em&gt;refuses &lt;/em&gt;to take me shopping. That's a big &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me. I mean, hello??? Isnt that what holidays are &lt;em&gt;for???????&lt;/em&gt; Waaaaaaaahhhh. Sob sob sob. I havent even gotten myself &lt;em&gt;a new bag, and pencilcase.&lt;/em&gt; Hmph. &lt;em&gt;No new shoes either.&lt;/em&gt; My school shoes are like, stained &lt;em&gt;blue&lt;/em&gt; all thanks to stupid Kenneth for that paint incident &lt;em&gt;3mths ago.&lt;/em&gt; Hmph. Dad refuses to get me new shoes.&lt;/span&gt; Nehmind, I shall beg and force him to buy me a new pair. Bleaaaahhhh. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I have to &lt;em&gt;have to &lt;strong&gt;have to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; go out on Sunday, I dont care at all. I mean, I havent gone on a &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;shopping spree this hols. Only endless errands. I want a new school bagggggg!!!! My school bag so old already... I had it since last year!! *sighhhhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, weirdly, Ive started on a new addiction... Naruto the anime show. I think its coz &lt;em&gt;Sasuke is so hot hot hottt.&lt;/em&gt; Nyeh heh. Oh well. &lt;em&gt;Chibi Gaara is super duper cute too.&lt;/em&gt; Im like, always staying up late especially to watch Naruto at 10pm. Which is weird.&lt;/span&gt; At first it was just my bro. Waaaaahhh so weird. Anyway... And then, Im always on Quibblo... Its a quiz site. Im suddenly wanting to take alot of personality quizzes. Haha. Oh well. I guess that's what boredom does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have some holiday homework to do.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Like, Literature [just finishing touches on the comic strip I have to do] and English [I have to do a stupid newspaper article]. Oh well. And then, while I was doing my Lit just now, my pen &lt;em&gt;ran out of ink on me. Like, WTF???&lt;/em&gt; How to fully finish??? Im gonna do my English later. Haishhhh.&lt;/span&gt; I have to finish everything by 5pm tomorrow. Coz there's gonna be some random gathering here. My parents invited their friends over. With their KIDS!!! Who are all like, below 10yrs old. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can always opt to lock myself up in my room and do my hw there. But one of the girls [she's a friend &lt;em&gt;sort of&lt;/em&gt;] might start bugging the hell outta me. Oh well. Oh and one of my parents' friends has a daughter whom I shall call &lt;em&gt;Little Miss Screamy.&lt;/em&gt; She screams the crap outta places.&lt;/span&gt; Haishhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, I found this super funny song.... Its like, a diff version of Heartless by Kanye West, so if you havent heard Heartless, go listen to it before you listen to this one. Its a bit rap-ish, so Ill post the lyrics here. I call it the Edward Cullen Song. Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edward Cullen Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdKtPGb_1hQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sdKtPGb_1hQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;&lt;br /&gt;The Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;In Twilight, this guy I know&lt;br /&gt;The palest skin you ever saw&lt;br /&gt;All the girls still want him though&lt;br /&gt;And now you know,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be like Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be Cullen&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could get all the girls, yo&lt;br /&gt;Didnt have to breathe, didnt have to eat food&lt;br /&gt;And of course I want to read everybody's thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sparkle in the light, and drive a Volvo&lt;br /&gt;And honestly I wanna play the piano&lt;br /&gt;Although it would suck to never turn 18&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know pedophiles will try to rape me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say that Dracula is my homie&lt;br /&gt;Be a vegetarian even though I eat meat&lt;br /&gt;Wanna say that Carlisle is my daddy&lt;br /&gt;Thats such an awesome name, they'll all be jealous of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be in, Dr. Cullen's family&lt;br /&gt;and the Olympic Coven&lt;br /&gt;Then Edward can be my brethren&lt;br /&gt;And he can tell me how to be more like him&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and Emmett are so cool also&lt;br /&gt;And Alice is like Katy Perry "Hot N Cold"&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna be near Rosalie, though&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have a thing about being around a-holes&lt;br /&gt;I'd run and tell Edward to leave Bella, please&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious she would much rather be with me&lt;br /&gt;And if he says no, then I'll have to agree&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly, he could beat the crap outta me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;Walkin, walkin, walkin's dumb&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could do the Edward run&lt;br /&gt;Then I would be real quick too&lt;br /&gt;And I could get home in time for Scooby Doo&lt;br /&gt;If I was Edward, I would be&lt;br /&gt;A million times hotter then he could ever be&lt;br /&gt;And James would be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;I would live happily&lt;br /&gt;If I could read peoples thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have Edward Cullen's life&lt;br /&gt;I wanna graduate a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;Just like in Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Omg this is so funneh... The Scooby Doo part was just plain what the heck? Hahaha. Oh well, gotta go people. Byeeeeeee-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Btw, I DO NOT OWN THE VIDEO. I just found it on YouTube. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-4865108982138011333?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/4865108982138011333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=4865108982138011333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4865108982138011333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4865108982138011333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-bored-otherwise-stressing-little.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2896271419692016233</id><published>2009-06-20T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:08:35.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth... Coz Im watching SpongeBob... Coz my bro is watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh well... On Thursday was my bro's birthday... And so we had a party. He invited Carol and some of his random friends. I had to run an errand for my mom at Northpoint, aka, get my bro's cake. Lol. So I met Carol there. We got the cake, then I ran off to Comics Connection to grab him a gift. Then we headed back to my house. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When Carol and I got to my place, my bro and his friends were obviously playing XBox 360. Totally predictable. So Carol and I went to my room, and wrapped up my gift before we headed out to the TV to watch &lt;em&gt;TWILIGHT!!!&lt;/em&gt; We ate while watching... Haha...&lt;/span&gt; Then the priest came, and blessed our house. My parents wanted the house to be blessed coz it's new, so yeah. Then Carol and I continued to watch Twilight. After that, we played DOA4 with my bro and his friend [the others went home already, hee hee]. Then Carol had to go home, sadly. The rest of the other adult guests went home. I went online and chatted while they watched Naruto at 10pm. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gaara looked &lt;em&gt;sooooooooooo cuh-ute and sweet and ah-dorable&lt;/em&gt; when he was little!!!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!!&lt;/span&gt; After that, continued chatting awhile till around 11pm-ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then, snuck into my bro's room and played more DOA4 with my bro and his friend [that certain friend was sleeping over that night]. &lt;em&gt;We stayed up till around 2am.&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday I had to wake up early, grrrr, coz I had to do the &lt;em&gt;stupid geography project.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. We didnt do any work before lunch, haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But Qianyi did help me download MSN, soooooooooo, &lt;em&gt;thank you a gabillion to Qianyi!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After lunch, we couldnt do much coz my mom had to go out and she was supposed to help us print, so we couldnt. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Qianyi played DOA4 instead. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt; Then finally, my mom got home and we started to do the work. We finished everything for Homec except for the cover and content pages. We finished the individual stuff for geography, we're left with sticking the stuff onto the A2 Board. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which reminds me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the hell do you people get A2 boards????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Popular doesnt seem to have it, damn. So can you [whoever] just tell me in the tagboard where to get one? Thanks a bunchy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2896271419692016233?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2896271419692016233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2896271419692016233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2896271419692016233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2896271419692016233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-bored_20.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7491046615558100890</id><published>2009-06-17T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:29:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Still a bit moodless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: River Flows In You by Yiruma while also listening to my brother playing DOA4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay people. Ive just included another column in the row of many columns on the left side of the screen. So yeah. Tag if you wanna be "loved". Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have to clean up my room, but Im soooo freaking lazy. Ill do it tomorrow before the random people arrive.&lt;/span&gt; Lol. Okay, Im bored so Im going. Byeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ps: This might have just been my shortest post ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7491046615558100890?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7491046615558100890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7491046615558100890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7491046615558100890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7491046615558100890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-still-bit-moodless.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1392130098685696943</id><published>2009-06-17T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:09:31.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Somehow, I feel like emo-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finally blogger is working on my lappy. Like, seriously, &lt;em&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Okay, so I owe ya'll the MacRitchie photos, so here they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjieek5lpVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gnl3T2QWYko/s1600-h/A+Tree+Arch.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198805640947026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjieek5lpVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gnl3T2QWYko/s320/A+Tree+Arch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; See? So cool. Its like a &lt;em&gt;tree &lt;/em&gt;triangle. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjieea4YtUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gPfOOthwA6k/s1600-h/Bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198802951550274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjieea4YtUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gPfOOthwA6k/s320/Bridge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; It's like, a random bridge... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SjiedyLnx8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vxjeb-rL9hk/s1600-h/Forks-Like+Path.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198792026376130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SjiedyLnx8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vxjeb-rL9hk/s320/Forks-Like+Path.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; This path reminded me of Forks, in Twilight, you know? It looks so.... So &lt;em&gt;green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SjiedlemkuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-tJWrQpvbxc/s1600-h/Gazebo+On+The+Water.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198788616327906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SjiedlemkuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-tJWrQpvbxc/s320/Gazebo+On+The+Water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Just to get to this hut thing you have to like, walk so many turns on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid8FeX3YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T3cgc07LCbE/s1600-h/Many+Pond+Skaters.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198213089746306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid8FeX3YI/AAAAAAAAAIw/T3cgc07LCbE/s320/Many+Pond+Skaters.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; See those black dots on the water? Yeah, they're pond skaters. &lt;em&gt;Many&lt;/em&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid72JTMbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mT3hXocgVqg/s1600-h/Messy+Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198208974827954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid72JTMbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mT3hXocgVqg/s320/Messy+Table.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Hee hee. Table so messy. We were doing both the geography and home economics projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid7_zmn4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8uw7vxd5Plw/s1600-h/Slopey.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198211568181122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid7_zmn4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/8uw7vxd5Plw/s320/Slopey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The slope where we ran down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid7hKkmaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ajk-sL9sS4k/s1600-h/Snacking.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198203343018402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid7hKkmaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ajk-sL9sS4k/s320/Snacking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; After that &lt;em&gt;life threatening&lt;/em&gt; experience, we had to sit down and rest, and drink Coke and eat chips too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid7eMIn2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-dSu1-s-0aM/s1600-h/The+Start+Of+The+Prunus+Trail.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348198202544267106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjid7eMIn2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-dSu1-s-0aM/s320/The+Start+Of+The+Prunus+Trail.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; The start of the &lt;em&gt;"deadly"&lt;/em&gt; Prunus Trail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, so there are your pics. That's just some of them. I still have alot. No mood to post them all. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday, woke up super early to go for early netball training. Training started at a whopping 8am. Ended at 1oam, went home. At around 1.30pm, went out with mom and bro coz mom wanted to go shopping for kitchen items. Went down to Yishun first to get my altered skirts. Carol wanted to come over so we [me and my bro] decided not to follow mom to Woodlands.&lt;/span&gt; Mom left us at Northpoint before going off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went to TimeZone with Carol and bro. Bro played DDR, that dance thing. Didnt know he actually dared to do so. Hahha. Played basketball and that bowling thing [for my bro] and some other random game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I beat Carol 3 times at Mario Kart. Wooooo Hooooo. Hahaha. Everytime, she would be in front of me first, then I'd overtake her at the finish line. I rock.&lt;/span&gt; Then bused home with Carol. Watched the Twilight features [disk 2] for awhile before Carol had to go home. So I sent her to the MRT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My bro's birthday is tomorrow. Like, wth. He invited his friends over for a bday party. Which reminds me... Havent gotten him a bday prezzie. Oh well, it can be late. I gotta go do my math already... Lol. Byeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7907244092210000779-1392130098685696943?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1392130098685696943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1392130098685696943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1392130098685696943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1392130098685696943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-somehow-i-feel-like-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sjieek5lpVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gnl3T2QWYko/s72-c/A+Tree+Arch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-4464487517304688787</id><published>2009-06-15T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:49:48.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Starstruck by Lady Gaga. [Ehmgawd!!! I wanna watch her concert!!!!!!! And buy her CD.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey peopleeeee!!! Im sooooo bored. I woke up just 40mins ago. Hahaha. Late, I know. I slept late last night coz I was watching the Crime and Investigation channel. Lol. Nth else to watch. The show ended at 12mn. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;People, I bought the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight Movie DVD&lt;/span&gt; already. LIKE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FINALLY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My parents didnt wanna buy it for me but then they&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bought my bro DOA4 for his XBox 360&lt;/span&gt; so then they decided that they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; buy it for me. &lt;/span&gt;My bro and dad went to the PC show at Suntec, lol. When they got home, my bro was like, waving the game in my face. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So then of course I was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF???&lt;/span&gt; You all buy for him never buy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anything&lt;/span&gt; for me!!!!! What the hell, man!!!" Then my bro was like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What????&lt;/span&gt; We went to look for the DVD at the PC show dont have." So then I said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH.&lt;/span&gt; Its the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PC show.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gazillions&lt;/span&gt; of people will be there, and probably&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; half the people there are Twilight addicts like me. &lt;/span&gt;Obviously, they will buy there!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double duhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;Then yesterday my mom and dad went out to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more furni????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then they came home, told me that they search &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plaza Sing &lt;/span&gt;for the DVD, dont have. Wth. Then last week, my bro told me he look for it at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northpoint,&lt;/span&gt; dont have. &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday my mom dragged me to Sun Plaza to help her buy stuff. And of course I dragged her into the CD shop there. Finally found Twilight DVD. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello? &lt;/span&gt;You just had to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun Plaza.&lt;/span&gt; Dont needa go to some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fancy shop in Plaza Sing or whatever.&lt;/span&gt; Duhhh.&lt;/span&gt; Been trying to get them to go into the shop at Sun Plaza but they dont wanna. Their problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; finished all my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Screw Maths lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; Do they actually think Im interested in doing Maths in the holidays??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Im torn between doing the artefact or the comic strip for Lit. So I havent done. And I dont read newspapers, so why would I wanna do the newspaper article thing for English?? &lt;/span&gt;Oh well. Then there's the HeyMath thing. My friend said it had 50 questions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you kidding me?????????????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50 questions of endless Math. &lt;/span&gt;Forget it, seriously. Haha. Im gonna go watch Twilight now, WooooooHooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-4464487517304688787?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/4464487517304688787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=4464487517304688787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4464487517304688787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4464487517304688787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2162029677432287165</id><published>2009-06-12T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:13:50.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored to wherever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth, coz Im watching tv too. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, so yesterday we went back to MacRitchie and went thru a life threatening experience, so yeah. We had seen 2 snakes and 4 lizard-like thingies. So I thot I'd get nightmares last night, well, actually, earlier this morning. But I didnt, I wonder why....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, I slept at around 12.30am this morning. Partly because I was up late &lt;em&gt;chatting in a joined convo with Alicia and Qianyi.&lt;/em&gt; And also because my hair was still freaking wet. &lt;/span&gt;Lol. I was like, the last one at my house that's not asleep yet. Lol. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My cousin even caught me up and awake at such a late time. Hahah. Oh well. Nth much to post about, today. Very bored. Except that I woke up at a crazy 11am. Altho the craziest was last week Wednesday, I woke up at 1pm. Hee heeeeee.&lt;/span&gt; Damn, I dont wanna go for the stupid Road Safety thing. Is everyone supposed to go, anyway? Oh well. Havent finished all my homework yet. Lol. Oh well. Later gonna watch movie with family. Wanted to go with Carol soooooooo badly. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But when I asked my dad he said I couldnt. That was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big WTF moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me, man. I mean, hello?? Missh Carol sooooooooo much.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Im so ending this post before I get bored even more. Btw, I might be opening up my blog and also maybe changing my blogskin soon. Gotta go. Buhhhbyeee people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2162029677432287165?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2162029677432287165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2162029677432287165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2162029677432287165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2162029677432287165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-bored-to-wherever.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-4508192832982508608</id><published>2009-06-11T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:11:26.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: A little bit shaken and alot abit haunted. You'll find out why soon enuff. Just read on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to Nth. Coz I gotta make this long and quick coz I gotta jet soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, so we [Me, Alicia, Qianyi] went back to MacRitchie Nature Reserve to do the rest of the geo project. Decided to explore the other half of MacRitchie so we went to the canoeing area. Saw a sign there that said, "Prunus Trail, 2.25km". We decided to explore it coz it was the shortest trail there. Nobody put a sign that said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Life threatening/Go at your own risk/Turn back before its too late"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;next to it so we went on ahead. And yes, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life Threatening.&lt;/span&gt; It was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go-in-and-you'll-risk-your-life thing.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. The trail went straight into the forest. Seriously. It was like, freaking dark tho it was like, 12noon. Literally. So we went in, followed the trail. Came across a signpost, and a mini staircase going straight. Thot it was still the same trail so we took it [it is still the same trail, I found out]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So Alicia was like, walking straight on ahead like nobody's business. Me and Qianyi were followiing behind. When we [me and Qianyi] stopped dead in our tracks. Right in front of us was....... DUM DUM DUMMMMMMM [scary tune that always appears in horror movies]..........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A SNAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, A SNAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini snake. That was greyish in colour with yellow and brown stripes on it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Qianyi and I were on panicker-than-panicky mode. We couldnt even scream. We just sounded like, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" in this totally high voice. Alicia was all, "Why you all liddat?" Then we just screeched, "Snakeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" And she was like, "Where got?" And we were pointing at it. &lt;/span&gt;Lol. She didnt even realize that she stepped over it. Lol. Qianyi was holding onto the A2 board. She was fanning the snake to "go away". Lol. Anyway, finally, the snake decided to slither off the trail. So we continued, this time we were super nervous and scared. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Everytime a leaf or branch moved, we were like, "OHMYGAWD, WHAT WAS THAT???" So yeah. We were so scared we started singing "Poker Face". Idk why we actually did that, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LADY GAGA GIVES US THE STRENGTH TO GO ON. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahahahahahha. Im chortling with laughter. We walked around 1km plus already when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks again. Smack in the middle of the trail was................. [repeat scary song that always appears on horror movies here]......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER SNAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, ANOTHER SNAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mini snake. That was red in colour with green stripes [Gawd, I can still remember exactly what it looked like. I am traumatised for life.] &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So then I screamed. Really screamed. Worse than when I saw Ian and his group the other week. I screamed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SNAKEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! EHMAGAWD!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; Then the snake looked up at me. I freaked out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG TIME. &lt;/span&gt;Then I prayed to God that I wont &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;die &lt;/span&gt;then I jumped over the stupid snake. Alicia just stepped over it again and Qianyi walked beside it. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;Then we ran off. Walked the rest of the trail huddled close together. Lol. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Then we saw it. We saw something so relieving that we screamed our heads off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WE SAW THE SIGNPOST. THAT SAID EXIT. BACK TO MACRITCHIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, WE SAW IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT WAS SO "GLORIOUS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We screamed for joy!!! We were drenched in sweat, ewww, I know. The sign said, "Exit, 1.8km". We were screaming for joy. We began the long walk to the exit. This time, we were more relaxed instead of tense. We even listened to music. &lt;/span&gt;Then, halfway thru the walk to the exit, we saw the first sign of civilisation. A man, standing infront of a tree, with a camera. Lol. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We walked further, and we saw it.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; CIVILISATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We screamed like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt; Then we walked the rest of the way to the canteen on the other side and ate chips and drank Coke. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;We were like, frigging thirsty. We spent some time there. We realized, while we were eating, that we walked 4.05km and spent&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1hr out of reach of civilisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found the last part of our project. Saw this "bridge thing" so we sat down there for like an hour talking and sms-ing. Qianyi and Alicia were competing to see who got more smses. Qianyi was like, desperately searching thru her contacts for people to sms. Of course Alicia won. She sent to so many people. I smsed too. But nobody replied to me. Lol. They think my life threatening experience not so interesting. Hahaha. Anyway, went back to the canteen to eat lunch. Then we went to Alicia's place to compile the whole thing plus Homec project. Left the canteen at 4pm, left Alicia's place at arnd 7.30pm. I reached home at 9pm coz I went to eat abit with Qianyi first at AMK Hub. Then I waited for my dad at the MRT and went home with him. Lol. So Im here now, posting about my LIFE THREATENING EXPERIENCE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE. TRAUMATISED FOREVER. I OFFICIALLY HATE SNAKES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Btw, we saw a total of four big lizard-like things when we were at the trail. Lol. Gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-4508192832982508608?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/4508192832982508608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=4508192832982508608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4508192832982508608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4508192832982508608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-little-bit-shaken-and-alot-abit.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-301364007097025970</id><published>2009-06-08T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:32:05.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Sleepy. And bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Runaway and What Can I Do? by the Corrs. Dude, they're good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hell is low, people. Haha, Im, as usual, being super lame. But that's one of the many retarded things boredom does to me. Okay, so my posts are coming less often nowadays. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coz, retardedly, Ive been super busy since the beginning of the hollies. Can you believe it? Busy! During the hollies!&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday, went for class outing at Sentosa. Tuesday, had netball training in the morning and then went out the whole afternoon. Wednesday, died of boredom at home. Bro was using the com so cudnt post. Thursday, went to MacRitchie with Alicia and Qianyi for geo project. Friday, went back to school to help with PTC. So you see, I didnt have much time to post at all. Saturday, went to Ikea with mom to shop for more stuff, and got myself a stuffed blue ball. Hee hee. And a pair of picture frames for me to put photos in. And curtains that fit the colour of my room. The rest of the things we bought have nothing whatsoever to do with me. Hahah. Sunday, Uncle came to visit our new place then we went to church.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, so now Im so freaking bored. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This morning, woke up at 7am to go for a jog with mom. FYI, I was forced into this. Bro was forced too. I was like, so pissed when dad tried to wake me up this morning. I mean, hello?? I slept at 11pm+ last night. Plus, I kept waking up in the middle of the night coz of no apparent reason. I woke up like, 3 times last night. Urghh.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, jogged about 1km [more or less]. Lol. So yeah. And I think I have netball training tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Note to self: Text Melissa and/or Marilyn for info. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, Im still bored. I should be done with this post by now, but I keep flipping to the other tab to watch YouTube. Hee hee. Oh well. Im still bored. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe Ill go with brother to the library later. Im willing to go anywhere as long as it means I can get out of this place. Oh well. Just use a lil force and bro will have to go with me. Its for his own good, too.&lt;/span&gt; He has to start reading, or his vocab will be so little. No offence, but its true! &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We played Scrabble yesterday and I beat him. Even when he got help from mom. Jeesh. Like, 305 to 113.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. I gotta goooooo people. Bye byeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-301364007097025970?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/301364007097025970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=301364007097025970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/301364007097025970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/301364007097025970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-8430796377731963448</id><published>2009-06-04T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:17:41.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Phsyched. For no apparent reason. And bored. For every reason available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Some random guys playing their guitars by the staircase. No choice, cant drown them out, I live right next to the staircase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hell-o people of the Earth!! First of all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;HAVE YOU PEOPLE SEEN THE OFFICIAL NEW MOON TRAILER?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; If not, then go. Still reading? I said go. NOW. Or Ill eat you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Okay, so Chris Weitz, the director, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;messed the freaking thing up. &lt;/span&gt;Has he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever even&lt;/span&gt; heard of the method called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"read the damned book before directing it any old how"????????????????? &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SUE&lt;/span&gt; that guy. There are already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so many flaws with the TRAILER&lt;/span&gt; to start with.&lt;/span&gt; A) Edward kisses Bella in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;room, not by her stupid truck.&lt;/span&gt; B) Bella enters her party &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through the front door, not from some random room upstairs.&lt;/span&gt; C) When Jasper attacks Bella, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward doesnt touch Jasper. He doesnt push him away with such force that he broke the Grand Piano.&lt;/span&gt; D) He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; push Bella. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stands&lt;/span&gt; in front of her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;protectively.&lt;/span&gt; E) Bella's birthday cake is supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not green, with stripes.&lt;/span&gt; Its like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horror movie plus nightmare come to life.&lt;/span&gt; F) When Bella sees Laurent in the meadow, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesnt touch her. At all. &lt;/span&gt;G) Jacob doesnt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POOF&lt;/span&gt; into a werewolf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smack in front of Bella's chocolate brown eyes.&lt;/span&gt; H) There wasnt a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hut&lt;/span&gt; near the meadow in the book. What? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It suddenly magically appears out of nowhere? Yeah right.&lt;/span&gt; I) The meadow is still supposed to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as pretty as it was in Twilight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not all dried up and grass-less in the trailer!!!&lt;/span&gt; So you see, I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gazzilion&lt;/span&gt; reasons to sue that guy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And if you have any problems with what has been said thus far, that's your problem, this is my way of thinking so take it in. &lt;/span&gt; Moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Went for class outing [1Humility09] on Monday at Sentosa. Was like, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; funnest thing that happened since Gandhi08's class party.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, we met at Bishan MRT at arnd 12noon+, train-ed all the way to Sengkang [Circle Line]. Switched trains and got off at Harbourfront. The others wanted to go eat, so Alicia and I decided to walk awhile. Wandered in Vivo for abt 30mins. Came across Cold Storage and bought drinks. We ended up sort of lost. Coz we went up lots of floors. While looking for our way back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Elena calls and asks where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; were we. We looked around for a shop's name and found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Harbourfront Stationery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Like, what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell???&lt;/span&gt; Alicia and I cracked up. &lt;/span&gt;But then a few mins later, we finally found the group at Candy Empire. Haha. So then we took the Sentosa Express to Sentosa. Walked to the East direction, ended up in Siloso Beach. Wasnt where we were supposed to go so we went West. And ended up in Palawan Beach. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; where we were supposed to go. Played alot while singing along to the songs played over the loud speakers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Played in the sand, tried to make our own "Great Wall of China". It got washed away coz we made it too near the water. Too bad,  it looked great tho. &lt;/span&gt;Played Whacko too. Then the rest went off to play in the water again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agnes and I stayed behind to bury QianYi and Benedict in the sand. &lt;/span&gt;That was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooooo cool. &lt;/span&gt;I got the pics, Ill post them whenever.&lt;/span&gt; Few mins later, went off to shower and change. Then rested awhile beside Cheers. Saw a random peacock walking around aimlessly. Then went home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Crapped in the train with the others. XiaoYing, Melody, Nico, Benedict and Ryan cab-ed to Fiona's birthday party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today, went to MacRitchie Nature Reserve with Alicia and Qianyi for our geo project. Met up with Qianyi at YCK MRT then bused to the bus stop in front of MacRitchie. Met up with Alicia. Then went in. Managed to find one station when I suggested that maybe we could go to the little hut thingy for the next one. They went down the grass slope. Me, being to much of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wet-grass-hater&lt;/span&gt;, took the long cut. Aka, the pathway that led down but had to pass the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stanky&lt;/span&gt; toilets. Went down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Saw 3 figures standing in front of the guys toilet. I thot they were just some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random tourists&lt;/span&gt; or something. But when I came closer, I screamed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; screamed. Coz I looked smack into the face of.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dum Dum Dum....................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian Liew.&lt;/span&gt; Aka, Hannah-Montana-wannabe-number-2. Then I was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.&lt;/span&gt; Rushed to where Alicia and Qianyi were. Alicia was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Waliao, why you scream so loud? You saw ghost, isit???"&lt;/span&gt; then I was all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes I saw a ghost. Ian Liew lah, what. Over there. With Wesley [snickers] and Jia Hao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then they were like, "Where where?" So then I showed them. We checked out the place I'd suggested but decided it was nothing nice, so we walked back the way I went. Then they saw Ian and his group still there. Then we walked across this bridge. 5mins later came Ian's group. We walked into the stone-y path. They followed. We walked into the forest path, they followed. We turned the corner and walked on this muddy path right beside the water [I nearly slipped, OMG. That was waaaay beyond freaky.] And they followed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We were like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WTH? Are they stalking us or something???"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we walked off, climbed up some steps and ended up in front of Lim Bo Seng's memorial. Rested awhile more before it began to drizzle. So we decided to go home. Alicia went off to her house. Qianyi and I bused to AMK Hub to eat. Got to AMK Hub arnd 1.30pm. Saw there were many humans in MacD's so we went window shopping abit. Went back to MacD's at 2.30pm, saw that there were less humans, so we lunch-ed there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;While we were eating, saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Soh &lt;/span&gt;[from my pri sch] with his girlfriend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barbie Doll &lt;/span&gt;[also an ex-cher from my pri sch, call her Barbie Doll coz she acts like one] eating there too. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF???&lt;/span&gt; After eating, window shopped alil more before we decided to go home. &lt;/span&gt;By then it was like, 3.45pm??? Decided to have Celine over for awhile so met up with her at Sembawang MRT at 4pm. Walked to my house, crapped, then she went home abt an hour later. So now Im blogging. Coz Im dead bored. Like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, and I cut my hair!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; From like, a little longer than shoulder length to like, above the chin length. Well, the back is the shortest, and its above the chin. The rest goes longer diagonally. But the longest is onli until the chin. Hee Hee. Looks abit like Victoria Beckham's, but mine is less "steeper" and longer abit. Hahah. I gotta go. So bye people!!! Ill post the pics some other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-8430796377731963448?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/8430796377731963448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=8430796377731963448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/8430796377731963448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/8430796377731963448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-phsyched.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6266143765491338622</id><published>2009-05-30T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:45:25.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Pretty Flowers by Steve Martin [the comedian] sung by Megan Joy and Michael Sarver from American Idol Season 8. [When they sang it together, it was like, so sweeeet!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; sick, runny nose and cough. Damn. Cant really breathe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt;. Sniffing every 3 minutes. Oh well. At least I can talk again. I couldnt even whisper on Wednesday. But now, when I talk, I sound like some weird &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;donkey&lt;/span&gt; or something. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I dint go to the 20th Anniversary yesterday. Saddening. Oh well. Damn those people who bought so many freaking tickets, never leave one for me. Ohh well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I dont think Im getting my hair cut today. Mom going out later to go to that furni store with dad. Brother going out to the library with his friends because of the Mr and Miss Avid Reader competition. &lt;/span&gt;Mom left me to decide who I wanted to go with. I didnt wanna go with my bro, coz he's with his friends. I didnt wanna go with mom, coz furni shopping isnt my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;type&lt;/span&gt; of shopping and I wont get to buy anything anyway.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; So I decided to stay at home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again. Like yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;My mom was like, "U okay anot? Suddenly dont wanna go out." Then I told her, "I yesterday no choice, had to stay home. Today, I dont wanna go library with my bro coz he with his friends. I go furni shopping with you, I got nth to do except walk walk around." So I decided to stay at home. &lt;/span&gt;Ill prolly just do homework or some other random thing. Or maybe Ill go watch movie... I recorded alot, havent even watched em... Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Damn, Im bored. Playing computer games no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interests&lt;/span&gt; me... What to do? Die lah.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, gotta go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6266143765491338622?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6266143765491338622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6266143765491338622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6266143765491338622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6266143765491338622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6466428503277832988</id><published>2009-05-29T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:28:48.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Sick right now. Bored. Dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nth, coz my playlist is not up yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am sick. As in, having runny nose and cough. And please dont say I have H1N1. Coz that thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scares me.&lt;/span&gt; So please dont judge. Okay, so today we went to the Science Centre for our Pond Study. It wasnt as bad as I thot it wud be. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tho the intro talk before we went down to the pond was damn boring. Plus, I took medicine for runny nose in the morning. And my mom told me it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-drowsy.&lt;/span&gt; And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drowsy.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did.&lt;/span&gt; Is that mini paper thing taped to the medicine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; completely wrong &lt;/span&gt;or something??? &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, so we went down to the pond in our groups of seven - Agnes, Eileen, Juliana, Alicia, me and ChinWoon. Okay, so I just realized our group only had six. But it's not like the teacher noticed, or cared, for that matter. So yeah. ChinWoon and I decided to do the get water plants job. Alicia and Julie were doing the catch water insects job. Eileen and Agnes were doing the catch the stupid dragonflies and damselflies thing. Okay, so ChinWoon and I got alot of plants, like water lettuce, water hyacinth and duckweed. Alicia and Julie found pond skaters and those mini prawn-like things. I forgot what it was called. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Agnes managed to catch a dragonfly that was blue in colour. It was like, so freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big.&lt;/span&gt; I never knew that it could be soooo gargantuan. Hee hee.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; slipped 4 times &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly fell into the pond like, 2 times.&lt;/span&gt; I am so lucky that I didnt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally fall in. That would be just plain disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh well. We went back up to the lab with our catches and we dug around in the water plants container.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Found a water boatman and a mosquito nymph. Altho I dont think that was the Ades Mosquito. Okay I dont know how to spell that so whatever. &lt;/span&gt;When we were done, we went home. With no MacDs. Damn. Got back to school and ate "recess" before going up to room 305 to get our report books. Here is the info on my stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;English-67.3/B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Math-65.1/B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Science-71.5/A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;History-58.6/C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Literature-86.4/A1 [Yayayayayayayayay!!! I love Lit. Damn easy.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Design and Tech-76.3/A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L1R5 Agg-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L1R4 Agg-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Attendance-96/96 [Perfect!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Total-493.8/700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So today is Huamin's 20th Anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And Im not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Because why? Some random people go buy so many tickets until sold out. Buttheads.&lt;/span&gt; I soooooo want to be there. I wanna see Carol and the others perform. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mostly,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I WANNA TALK TO MRS SIVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I missh her like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hell.&lt;/span&gt; Altho she was the naggiest form teacher I've ever had. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no offence&lt;/span&gt; to Mrs Siva. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love her like hell, too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh well. The next event that I could prolly see her is on Huamin's Open House. Which is like, sounding so far away. Anyway, my brother is there now, coz they're all performing their Blue House cheer [sniffs and sneers] that won them the Cheerleading Trophy. It was supposed to go to my group!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red House still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Altho this batch is like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG what happened to all the athletic ones?? &lt;/span&gt;Seriously. They do not know how to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recruit&lt;/span&gt; these people.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Im sooooooo going to get my hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow or Sunday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super short.&lt;/span&gt; Like Xiao Ying's or something. &lt;/span&gt;Gotta go. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6466428503277832988?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6466428503277832988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6466428503277832988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6466428503277832988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6466428503277832988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-sick-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6788569620162571123</id><published>2009-05-28T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:03:58.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay. Ill make this as short as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But I will still do my usual blabbering. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Okay, so tomorrow's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt; of the semester!! Im &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; glad the sem is ending. I need some good ole R&amp;amp;R.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I should be doing my hollies homework right now but I just wanna blog right now so yeah... F is backstabbing people, aka me and M [ they shall remain nameless], &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;like there's no tomorrow. Like, WTF, man.&lt;/span&gt; Suddenly, I just dont feel like talking to F anymore. Seriously... All she does is gossip about some random person. No offence to said random person. Okay, that's it. I am totally changing the stupid topic coz Im getting sick of thinking abt this issue. Moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Going for Pond Study at Science Centre tomorrow... Sounded fun&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at first&lt;/span&gt;, but Grace told me all about what we were going to do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Going to do = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catching dragonflies, fish from the pond&lt;/span&gt; and stuff like that. And people from other classes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have fallen&lt;/span&gt; into the muddy--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I repeat, MUDDY&lt;/span&gt;--pond. Like OMG, I dont feel like going anymore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pray to God that I wont fall into the damned pond... &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and Grace told me we had to touch, I mean,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hold,&lt;/span&gt; the water hyacinth's roots. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROOTS, for Pete's sake!!!&lt;/span&gt; And yes, a water hyacinth floats on water, and its roots are under water. So yeah, my hand's gonna be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all wet and stinky coz of the pond&lt;/span&gt; mentioned in this post.&lt;/span&gt; Damn I dont wanna go anymore. But at least we get out of PE... and Assembly. I cannot stand anymore PE lessons or boring Assemblies no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, and I was watching this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; superrrrr sweeeeeeeet &lt;/span&gt;movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Family Plans"&lt;/span&gt;. Its like, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suhh-weeeet!&lt;/span&gt; And its not something about families, well, in a bonding-with-family kind of movie. It was about this girl being afraid of starting her own famiy... Okay. So there's this woman named Charlie McKenzie who works for this super important company called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wallcott Cookies".&lt;/span&gt; Sounds funny, yes, I know. So anyway... Her boss, Mr Wallcott aka Edward Wallcott aka Ed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [yes, I know his name is Edward. Like, OMGGGG!!!]&lt;/span&gt;, thinks that Charlie has a husband/family. I forgot how he came to think that. So then one day he wanted to meet her "family" so he wanted to come to her house for dinner with his wife, Victoria Wallcott. But then, Charlie doesnt have a hubby, so she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frets and asks her bestfriend, Stacy, for help. &lt;/span&gt;Stacy said that she should get an actor from ___, and borrow her [Stacy] house. I forgot the company's name, okay? So she says okay and gets an actor, whose name--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real name&lt;/span&gt;--is Buck. Which is soooo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; for a name. Oh well. So yeah, they pretend that they're married and have a "daughter", Nicole, who is actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stacy's&lt;/span&gt; daughter... Okay so Mr and Mrs Wallcott came over for dinner, blah blah blah. Then the next day, Charlie's boss tells her that he and his wife are moving into the house&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; next to Stacy's house. So she goes berserk.&lt;/span&gt; She tells Stacy and she gets Buck back so that he could act again. So the whole borrow-Stacy's-house-and-daughter thing happens again. Okay, the rest of that part was boring, so Ill cut. The boss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually &lt;/span&gt;finds out that Charlie's been lying about having a family and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fires&lt;/span&gt; her. Buck finds out and he tells the boss that she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"focused on her work, cares about work more than anything else blah blah". &lt;/span&gt;Then he goes off. Back to the company. And they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sent him to Venezuela for an acting gig in a few days. &lt;/span&gt;So then the boss hires Charlie back then Charlie catches Buck in the cab on the way to the airport. Then she tells him that she'll go to Venezuela with him. He was surprised coz he thot she'd never go coz of her work. But then she went with him anyway. And then the movie ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay. I noe the movie sounds pretty much boring coz of how I told it. But you gotta watch it. I mean, hello?? Its cute and sweet... Its as good as Twilight. But then again, they're of different movie genres. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I absolutely love romance--books &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; movies.&lt;/span&gt; I gotta go. Byeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6788569620162571123?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6788569620162571123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6788569620162571123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6788569620162571123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6788569620162571123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5795424435300830846</id><published>2009-05-24T18:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:48:42.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkjg192YkI/AAAAAAAAAII/qOFeA7QjTIU/s1600-h/Jump!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339337880373715522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkjg192YkI/AAAAAAAAAII/qOFeA7QjTIU/s320/Jump!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whee! I jump the highest in this one. And Amirul was swimming by... Damn extra sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhqiQhI_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/hTtLiC5JnNY/s1600-h/A+Triangle+in+the+Sand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335847858742258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhqiQhI_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/hTtLiC5JnNY/s320/A+Triangle+in+the+Sand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A triangle in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkhqn9Fx3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9lPA_kY2ORI/s1600-h/BFF2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335849387870066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkhqn9Fx3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/9lPA_kY2ORI/s320/BFF2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Best Friends Foreverrrr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhqZodO5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PObz7jcxNQ/s1600-h/Boo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335845543230354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhqZodO5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PObz7jcxNQ/s320/Boo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boo! Done by Vuhhnehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhhKcl1hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LaNkL9-HSMo/s1600-h/Celine+and+Vanessa+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335686848108050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhhKcl1hI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LaNkL9-HSMo/s320/Celine+and+Vanessa+heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Celine heart Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhhIB51QI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HPdzeAr06E8/s1600-h/Celine+Jumping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335686199301378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhhIB51QI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HPdzeAr06E8/s320/Celine+Jumping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Celine jump tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkhg2zaaII/AAAAAAAAAHY/oxHmjY_dfa0/s1600-h/Justine,+Celine,+Vanessa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335681575118978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkhg2zaaII/AAAAAAAAAHY/oxHmjY_dfa0/s320/Justine,+Celine,+Vanessa2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Justine, Celine, Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkhgt3-7LI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/URFUDwzTxHI/s1600-h/Me+and+Celine+heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335679178370226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkhgt3-7LI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/URFUDwzTxHI/s320/Me+and+Celine+heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Celine heart Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhgpN2N7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/6cVXv0y_Mww/s1600-h/Me+and+Vanessa+ILY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335677927897010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkhgpN2N7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/6cVXv0y_Mww/s320/Me+and+Vanessa+ILY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ILY!!! As friends. Done by Celine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkgz5wdj_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_z54HJZk9s0/s1600-h/Me+Jumping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334909273935858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkgz5wdj_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/_z54HJZk9s0/s320/Me+Jumping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me jump tide. I look ridiculous. Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzwfzM1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BJZK6wg2enQ/s1600-h/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334906788131666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzwfzM1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BJZK6wg2enQ/s320/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me, Celine and Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzsUwJsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q1IEO46QYco/s1600-h/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334905668052674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzsUwJsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/q1IEO46QYco/s320/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peace out! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzoA5HwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7gAhLZUqvgw/s1600-h/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334904511012610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzoA5HwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/7gAhLZUqvgw/s320/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Waiting for the rain to stop so we took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzeZtMjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uYggjCIJRQA/s1600-h/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334901930734130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgzeZtMjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uYggjCIJRQA/s320/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I look stupid. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkghZDc2LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4Rg5OiqrG3U/s1600-h/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334591257565362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkghZDc2LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4Rg5OiqrG3U/s320/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Packed like sardines. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkghc3H5PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Q4ASWreqh9w/s1600-h/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334592279602418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkghc3H5PI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Q4ASWreqh9w/s320/Me,+Celine+and+Vanessa6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All smiles at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkghJC-EcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Fu9P5CIN3CE/s1600-h/My+Feet+in+the+water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334586960581058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkghJC-EcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Fu9P5CIN3CE/s320/My+Feet+in+the+water.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My feet in the water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkgg-vbBaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LS5POb9Gjfg/s1600-h/Passing+Boat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334584194237858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkgg-vbBaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LS5POb9Gjfg/s320/Passing+Boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A boat was passing by so I took a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgguwTDCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tf8Ofxr8wp0/s1600-h/Smilies+All.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334579902942242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgguwTDCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tf8Ofxr8wp0/s320/Smilies+All.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We hit the playground after going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgFI56LpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0yklL3G7lAo/s1600-h/SOS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334105886240402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgFI56LpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0yklL3G7lAo/s320/SOS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOS!! Done by meee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgE6iOX6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F8XyHaT8PgE/s1600-h/Tah-Dah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334102028804002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgE6iOX6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F8XyHaT8PgE/s320/Tah-Dah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tahhh Dahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgEqt5KCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fHPkcs2IUwI/s1600-h/Vanessa+And+Me+Jumping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334097782777890" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgEqt5KCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fHPkcs2IUwI/s320/Vanessa+And+Me+Jumping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vanessa and Me jump tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgET-QLVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L9Tjeny0ejk/s1600-h/Vanessa+Jumping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334091677379922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgET-QLVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/L9Tjeny0ejk/s320/Vanessa+Jumping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vanessa jump tide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgELqOn0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N_ctGqeAIfo/s1600-h/Walking+on+the+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339334089445908290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/ShkgELqOn0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N_ctGqeAIfo/s320/Walking+on+the+Beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Strolling down the beach.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So there you have it. Most of the photos I have, I posted up here. I look so ridiculous in most of them. Oh, and I ditched the post-the-slideshow-on-YouTube thing. Too troublesome. The thing took ages to load. If I'd left it there to load instead of deleting it, it would still not be done loading. Haha. So I decided to do it manually. I will post the videos some other day. And I still owe ya'll the class mayhem pics I took. Hee hee. Some other time. Or maybe just tomorrow. Anyway.... Mother and bro taking ages to get back from Sun Plaza. I dint noe cutting my bro's hair took hours. Haha. They've been gone hours!!! And Dad's flying off to Vietnam soon. He's at the airport right now. Or maybe he's in the plane already? Idk... Hee hee. I shud go. To do what? Nothing. But I will end this post now anyway. Byeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7907244092210000779-5795424435300830846?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5795424435300830846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5795424435300830846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5795424435300830846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5795424435300830846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/whee-i-jump-highest-in-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Shkjg192YkI/AAAAAAAAAII/qOFeA7QjTIU/s72-c/Jump!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7288578482514003053</id><published>2009-05-24T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:43:55.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Idk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people!!! Had my class party yesterday. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was like, damn fun!!!&lt;/em&gt; Took&lt;em&gt; lots&lt;/em&gt; of photos. And videos. &lt;em&gt;Only 10 people came.&lt;/em&gt; Celine, me, Vanessa, Angel, Jeffrey, Benjamin, Amirul, Niklas, JingHong and Alfred.&lt;/span&gt; Can u believe it? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10!! Out of 39!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Some people cancel last minute... Its like, so freaking irritating. And some people just dont wanna go.&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; To those people who nvr come: I have eight words for you. &lt;em&gt;You missed out on a lot of fun.&lt;/em&gt; Hah. Then they start calling and &lt;em&gt;whining at me&lt;/em&gt; saying a)&lt;em&gt; "Im so jealous that I never come"&lt;/em&gt; b) &lt;em&gt;"Waliao I regret not coming"&lt;/em&gt; c) &lt;em&gt;"My mother never allow me to go because &lt;strong&gt;[insert the dumb reason here]&lt;/strong&gt;. Waliao!!"&lt;/em&gt; Aiyah... People got so many excuses. And let me tell those people who were whining at me: It's &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;problem. &lt;em&gt;You didnt go. I did.&lt;/em&gt; I dont really &lt;em&gt;care&lt;/em&gt; if you're jealous or what. &lt;em&gt;It's you who chose not to go. &lt;/em&gt;And to those who didnt go just because their friend didnt go: &lt;em&gt;Dont you have free will??? At all?&lt;/em&gt; And to those who didnt go because it rained: &lt;em&gt;You cudve waited out the rain and then came down to the park. You cudve joined in our fun.&lt;/em&gt; To those who didnt go because they never wanted to in the first place and/or because they had something on that is important [like CCA]: &lt;em&gt;I understand why you didnt go. But you still missed out on a lot of fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So like I said, it began to&lt;em&gt; rain lions and tigers&lt;/em&gt; soon after we got there.&lt;/span&gt; Angel had to leave early coz she had tuition. So left 9 of us. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We waited out the rain in the gazebo thing/shelter. Celine, Vanessa and I sang songs to pass time. Hee hee. The guys were doing dunno what. When the rain stopped, we [Me, Celine and Vanessa] headed down to the beach with an umbrella.&lt;/span&gt; Idk why we brought the umbrella with us. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then we started using the umbrella to write stuff on the sand. Haha. Like &lt;em&gt;SOS&lt;/em&gt; or smth... Which was lame, but fun. Then the guys came down. Someone pushed Amirul into the water and he began to swim around. JingHong and Alfred followed. Then they found a coconut. JingHong threw it into the water. Then it floated and JingHong said &lt;em&gt;"Those who dunno how to swim can use this as a float."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which was dumb. Then we girls buried our feet in the sand awhile then we went walk walk on the shore line. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We did some other crappy stuff before I got the idea of &lt;em&gt;jumping over the waves.&lt;/em&gt; Haha, &lt;em&gt;stupid,&lt;/em&gt; I know. So we jumped one by one and another will take a photo. Haha. Vanessa jumped very high. In the photo, she looked like she was flying. Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vanessa posted the vids we took on her blog, so go see if you want. But &lt;em&gt;DO NOT&lt;/em&gt; spam her blog. I put some of the photos into a video so that its easier to display. Its being uploaded onto YouTube right now. But its taking ages, so I might post the link up later.&lt;/span&gt; I gotta gooo. Byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7288578482514003053?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7288578482514003053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7288578482514003053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7288578482514003053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7288578482514003053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-idk_24.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1617487233642729687</id><published>2009-05-23T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:33:37.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Sleepy but still frikin' excited for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nothing except the fan's irritating noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;DAMN KRIS ALLEN. I hate him to the bits.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT WAS SUPPOSED TO WIN AMERICAN IDOL [SEASON 8].&lt;/span&gt; But guess what? Kris Allen beat him. Freak him, man. So it was like, 10am+ on Thursday when I felt this vibration coming from my skirt pocket [I was in school, okay?] and realized it was my phoneeeee. So I took it out, freely coz there was absolutely noooo teacher around, and saw an sms from Nadirah,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; saying that KRIS won.&lt;/span&gt; I was like, screaming the place down and said "crap" and "shit" so many times. My friends were all like, What the hell happened to you? Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can predict that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; will be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more successful&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kris&lt;/span&gt; anyway. Coz, who the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hell&lt;/span&gt; wants to listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acoustic crap coming out of Kris's guitar&lt;/span&gt; when you can listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam's rocker stuff&lt;/span&gt;? Even David Archuleta doesnt do much acoustics. Nyeh heh. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, moving on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG MY CLASS PARTY IS TODAY!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;My 2008 class, anyway. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Im not going for my 2009 class party in June. Coz they're going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sentosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; to play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;volleyball.&lt;/span&gt; Like, What the hell. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so, the class party is todayyyyyyyyyyyy. Im soooooooo freaking excited.&lt;/span&gt; Tho not many people are coming coz of some random crap they have to do. So anyway, Im bringing brownies as a contribution. Nyeh heh. Celine and I made them. So yeah, even if there arent many people eatin em, Ill be the one to finish them in the end. Hahahahhahaha. I love me some chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sure to be fun there. By the beach!! Hahaha. Oh well. Im meeting up with Celine later so that we can go to the place together. Coz I have no idea which part of the place we're going to use. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope to see my friends there too. Hee heeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;I gotta go make sure the brownies are all set to be eaten, by meeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ps: I dont have time to post style tips coz the Style Network doesnt have much anymore. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't June come any faster so that I can go shopping???&lt;/span&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/7907244092210000779-1617487233642729687?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1617487233642729687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1617487233642729687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1617487233642729687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1617487233642729687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-sleepy-but-still-frikin-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-957546156378837060</id><published>2009-05-21T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:54:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, gonna make this quick 'coz I wanna watch American Idol finale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am officially HATING THE RAIN right now. I got soaked to the skin, literally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I stayed back for netball, left school at arnd 6pm. Then took train. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time reached Sembawang mrt, it was like TORRENTIAL/THUDEROUS RAIN. Im just soooooo freaking lucky I brought my umbrella. If not, even my cells will be soaked. Haha [Im being sarcastic].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. I got out my umbrella and prepared myself for the unfortunate TEN MINUTE WALK back to my house. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was only at the four way crossing and my skirt and shoes and socks were already soaked. There were soooooo many effing puddles. Im just lucky that there was this random guy who seemed to know where to walk so that there was cover from the effing rain. So I followed him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, he went another way so I went off by myself. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then, at Canberra Pri School, there were soooooooooo many DEEP PUDDLES. Water was literally gushing from whereever it came from. It was like a mini river actually. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I finally got home. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took off my soaking wet shoes and socks. Squeezed out my socks outside on the corridor. And there was like, so much water coming out. Gross. Then I rushed my socks, shoes and umbrella into the bathroom. Then I took off my skirt, I was wearing my shorts underneath lah dont be so gross, and squeezed it out at the shower area. And alot of water came out. Eeeew. Then I emptied my bag coz it was sooooooooooooaking wet. My books nearly got wet sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now its hanging from a chair infront of a fan that is on its highest number. Then I finally got into the bathroom for a good hot shower. Hee hee. So this was how my unfateful day went when I was on the way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Im going to watch American Idol now. GO ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I took only five minutes to type all this shiat out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ps: I noe I was very vulgar-ish while writing this post but forgive me, IM JUST REALLY HATING THE RAIN RIGHT NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-957546156378837060?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/957546156378837060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=957546156378837060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/957546156378837060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/957546156378837060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-gonna-make-this-quick-coz-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6402871705125007588</id><published>2009-05-18T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:04:19.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Tired. Hee heeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Angels by Within Temptation. I know I'm listening to it again, but hello? I love this song so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, so today was the stupid Art Flair crap at school. Sheesh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Art Flair sucks. Why??? Let me give u some of the many reasons... a) It wastes everybody's time b) Its so freaking troublesome c) Its making my life so much more complicated d) It just really irritates the heck outta me e) It wastes everybody's darn time, oh wait, did I already mention this?&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. Okay, so that's some of the many stupid reasons I absolutely loathe Art Flair.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But at least it saved me from one full day of sheer boredom. Coz it got us out of lessons for the whole day today.&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Oh, and in the morning, when Mr Lim aka Principal aka person with weird English, opened up the Art Flair, he popped this humongously huge party pooper and he was aiming it above my class's front part area, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; it rained CONFETTI!!!&lt;/span&gt; That was like, so freaking cool. Then some kind of weird idea bulb popped into my head and I started grabbing the confetti like nobody's business. I was gonna use it for my A2 board or my kite or something then Qianyi said we should use it for the class kite.&lt;/span&gt; So we grabbed even more and we practically cleaned off our spot of confetti. See? By grabbing the confetti, we actually helped the cleaner who was gonna end up sweeping em all away by giving him less confetti to sweep up. Yay me. Then we kept the confetti in my file.... Hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We spent who-knows-how-long doing our Art Flair crap. Aka, making the A2 board, aka making our own individual kite, aka making the class kite. So yeah, I gave half of the confetti I had to the class kite making people. Then I gave some to Qianyi. And I kept the rest of em. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I forgot to use the confetti in my kite coz I spent so much time making my A2 board look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; so I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; little time to design my kite. So I still have all my confetti left. Maybe I'll use it to design something or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah... I might blog again later, coz Im being chased out of the study coz my bro has to use it for some weird lame nerd thing. Okay... So I gotta go. Bye byeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ps: I think I might change my blogskin again... But I really like my current one so Im having double thoughts. Help needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6402871705125007588?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6402871705125007588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6402871705125007588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6402871705125007588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6402871705125007588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-4709265244779002728</id><published>2009-05-15T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:10:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Tired like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Angels by Within Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey peopleeeee. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today we had PE. Which&lt;em&gt; totally&lt;/em&gt; sucked. Mr Sim made us run 2.4km &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; Wth. &lt;/span&gt;Ran with Elena, made her keep pace with me. Coz she failed the first one. I passed lehh. Then Mr Sim made me run again for nothing. Luckily we passed, both of us, this time. Hee heee. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Elena passed all thanks to me. Coz I did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; allow her to stop and walk. &lt;em&gt;At all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We maintained our pace and at the beginning, we were actually last. But some people, sprint like there's no tomorrow at the start of the run... In the end, no energy to run anymore. So we overtook em. Heeeee heeeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay, so I was like &lt;em&gt;freaking tired&lt;/em&gt; after the run. I couldnt even &lt;em&gt;sit.&lt;/em&gt; Or &lt;em&gt;bend &lt;/em&gt;my legs.&lt;/span&gt; Oh well. We went back to school, had recess then Mother Tongue. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After which we had History, but no more lessons so we just sat at the couches &lt;em&gt;talking like crazy people.&lt;/em&gt; Then we were supposed to have assembly, but today's assembly was not for the whole school coz the Sec3s were checking their papers. So we had to &lt;em&gt;stay in class.&lt;/em&gt; Mrs Andrew came in and told us we had &lt;em&gt;30mins free time&lt;/em&gt; then the next 30mins is spent on doing the Science project.&lt;/span&gt; Which is due in Term3. Waliao... Must make some kind of &lt;em&gt;toy that is powered by electromotive forces.&lt;/em&gt; Whatever that is.... Or maybe we'll do the &lt;em&gt;solar panel thing.&lt;/em&gt; Oh whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, so I wanted to put up some pics of our &lt;em&gt;free-time-in-class-with-or-without-teachers.&lt;/em&gt; But there's &lt;em&gt;currently &lt;/em&gt;some problem with my blogger so I cant. Maybe next post.&lt;/span&gt; Hee heeeee. Yay, uncle is hereeeeeeee. Surely will buy ice-cream and whatnots later. Yayayayayayay. Oh well, I gotta gooooo. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-4709265244779002728?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/4709265244779002728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=4709265244779002728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4709265244779002728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4709265244779002728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-tired-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7866879225058660908</id><published>2009-05-14T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:07:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Just Dance by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey peopleeeee. Gonna be the end of the week already. All my MYEs finished last week. And we got all our results on Tuesday and Wednesday. Okay... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I passed &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;. Yay me.&lt;/span&gt; But some of my results are kinda disappointing. Haishhhh. Here, Ill tell u the grades. I am sooooo not telling u my scores except for my As. Tee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;English - A2 [70/100]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Design and Technology - A2 [73/100]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Science - A1 [76/100] ~ &lt;em&gt;Omg Im so freaking happy for my Science! Mrs Yeo will be proud of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Literature - A1 [42/50 aka 84/100] ~ The paper wasnt that bad... I &lt;em&gt;heart &lt;/em&gt;Literature!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mathematics - B4 [Boo hoooooooooooo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;History - C6 [Im devastated, 'nuff said]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay... So there u go. I have no idea what I got for art coz... We dunno yet. Oh well. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Okay, sooooo Im &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sad I dint get an A for Math coz my tuition cher said that if I got an A, he would give me &lt;em&gt;the Twilight DVD, plus, all four audio books.&lt;/em&gt; Damn that Math paper.&lt;/span&gt; I was soooooo freaking shocked when I got my History paper. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; nearly fail&lt;/em&gt; sia. And I'd been getting A1s for the past few History tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WHAT THE &lt;em&gt;HELL&lt;/em&gt; HAPPENED TO ME?????????? &lt;em&gt;Am I like, getting stml???&lt;/em&gt; Argh...&lt;em&gt; Or did I get a mental block.&lt;/em&gt; Well, yeah, I'd studied my butt off the chair the day before. &lt;em&gt;Did my brain have an overload? Are my brain cells dying of the too-much-info disease [whatever that is]?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay, Im freaking out. And being melodramatic. Oh well. I admit that I had a lil bit too much confidence in scoring at least a B3 for this test. But oh well, that happens. But I shall not give up toooooo much hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yeah. On the day we'd checked our History papers, we'd gotten this class list with our History grades and whatnot in them. And guess what??? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I came in &lt;em&gt;2nd of the whole class&lt;/em&gt;. Yay me. Except for the fact the the&lt;em&gt; fat ass flirt-who-thinks-she's-all-that-when-she's-so-not beat me.&lt;/em&gt; And except for the fact that Prischelle is also 2nd. And she beat my by 0.4 marks. But I dont care about that. I care about the fact that that lame-o beat us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; does she &lt;em&gt;do????&lt;/em&gt; Lock herself in her room for one week straight with nothing in the room but her History blahs??? She is a nerd. And Im not joking. She even reads in class!! And I dont even do that.&lt;/span&gt; And plus, at least I have a social life. She doesnt. Her social life is prolly talking &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; books. Im not saying that I have a busy social life, I dont. Im just saying that at least I go online and chat with my friends awhile before studying and maybe just hang out a lil bit. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Okay, I noe Im being uber mean, but hello??? &lt;em&gt;Everyone&lt;/em&gt; dislikes her. Im not joking. Even me, of course. She thinks she's pretty when she's... ummm... let's just say &lt;em&gt;chubby to the max&lt;/em&gt;. Im not saying Im pretty, coz Im not. And she&lt;em&gt; flirts&lt;/em&gt; with that Sec 3 guy like &lt;em&gt;nobody's business&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder how that guy's taking her. Rumour has it that they're &lt;em&gt;together.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gagging, puking and retching right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nyeh hehhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh well, enough of her. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She makes me wanna squish her face on the nearest window. Mean much? But yeah, that's me.&lt;/span&gt; During the checking of the History paper, we kept making fun of Ian. Hahah. We had to sit according to the class list so he was sitting near me. So yeah... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was fooling around like usual, and I dunno what's wrong with him so he kept telling me to shuddup. I kept irritating and he said the line that made me laugh like some mad woman gone loose. &lt;em&gt;"You dont wanna see the other side of me," he said oh-so-seriously.&lt;/em&gt; So then I said the line that started the whole thing. "Oh my good&lt;em&gt;ness&lt;/em&gt;!! Hannah-Montana-wannabe &lt;em&gt;number two&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I blurted out.&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. The he was all like, "Who the heck is Hannah Montana???" Then Nico, Julie, Brian, Ben, Darren Lee, and some other people, including me, we started saying &lt;em&gt;"Hannah Montana"&lt;/em&gt; and then Nico kept telling him that he [Ian] watches Hannah Montana. Ian kept denying. Heeee heeeeee. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We did that for like, a long long time before Ben said, "He wont say the F word unless he is super angry." So we just continued like nothing happened. Then he looked at Nico and said the F word. Hee hees.&lt;/span&gt; Okay lah, no offence to Ian. I just cant help myself. I was born to be like this. And I didnt even sae much. Hee heeeeee. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Im super sorry.&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haha. Oh well.... Today we were supposed to have lessons, but we spent a good hour or so without the eagle-eyed look of any cher. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We spent that time playing volleyball, soccer, handphones &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; PSPs. And some of the guys were... Idk.. Were they &lt;em&gt;wrestling????&lt;/em&gt; Oh well. I took some photos.&lt;/span&gt; I havent put them into the com so Ill post them later. Then after that hour or so "GT Pink" came into the room and we had to have lessons. Awwww. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That was funn. Screaming the place down. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; We call GT "GT Pink" coz one time sometime ago, we saw him wearing a black jersey thing with the numbers and letters all PINK. Like they say "A real man wears pink." Hahahhahhahahahahhahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So after the boring lessons, went home. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saw "Cherrr" on the way to MRT. Cherrr is Miss Hamizah, my D&amp;amp;T teacher [she's onli 19!!!]. So then when I saw her I was like "Hi, cherrrrrrrrr" like I always said whenever I saw her.&lt;/span&gt; Hee hee. Rode the train with her and Eileen. Got off at Sembawang instead of Yishun. Walked home [the walk took 15mins coz I was walking slowly]. So now Im here and posting. Hee hee. Byeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish it was the holidays &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; the end of this recession so that I can go shopping all day long.&lt;/em&gt;&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/7907244092210000779-7866879225058660908?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7866879225058660908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7866879225058660908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7866879225058660908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7866879225058660908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-idk.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6641777607945914000</id><published>2009-05-11T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:08:37.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Poker Face - Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so today there's no school. Yayayayayay. Major slacking opportunity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nyehehe. Oh well, I still have that freaking mlg reflections to do. Arghhhhh.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I wonder why people actually go thru the trouble of putting up reflections on the mlg. Wastes their time and all the PHS students' time too. Cant they just give it to us as a hardcopy???? And do it as homework????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, typing out one copy then photocopying it is prolly &lt;em&gt;waaaaaaay easier&lt;/em&gt; than putting it up on mlg. Takes less time prolly. Haish. And yes, I am the unlucky girl who gets the mlg account with a problem. Arghhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Okay, so this time I could get into mlg. The problem now is that the thing wont load. &lt;em&gt;Why ohhhhh why me????????????????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh well. Ill go to Celine's house later to do. Okay.... I just about realized that I didnt put up another style tip on my last post. So I shall do y'all a favour and put up 2. Hee heeeeee. Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Playing up your LBD [little black dress] by Finola Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, so the little black dress is a fashion staple. But it doesnt have to be so safe anymore. Its time to take some chances and make it a timeless piece that is eye-catching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) Texture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Different fabrics can add interest to a basic dress. Like lace and satin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) Modernize with accents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Modernize a style with a belt, scarf or sash. Or a little short sleeved cardigan. Adding sequins or embroidery adds a little glam. But be sure it's simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3)Accessorize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Jewellery and shoes can really change a dress in an instant. Try adding some colour to your shoes or a bright coloured clutch that really pops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4) Make red the new black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Get a red dress instead of a black one and you'll be sure to stand out in a crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monochrome Multitone Marvels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last year's colorblocking trend is still going strong. Black Halo, T-Bags and LaROK offer some of our favorite youthful, contrasting brights. But if you want a more sophisticated look, try a monochromatic multitone dress.&lt;br /&gt;The subtlety of varying shades in a single color is mature, but still modern. I suggest buying one in spring's more understated hues: lavender or slate (bluish/gray). Any neutral will also work.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that the placement of the blocks will affect your body. A vertical split, like Molly Sims' Alberta Ferretti, elongates and adds height. A diagonal pattern, such as the one on Jamie King's Jason Wu, produces an hourglass shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There. I put up 2. Hee heee. Ill put more next time. I gotta go eat lunch now. Byeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6641777607945914000?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6641777607945914000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6641777607945914000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6641777607945914000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6641777607945914000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-i-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-3948983618669217033</id><published>2009-05-10T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:09:51.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Freakishly tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth, my playlist something wrong. Boo Hoooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey peopleeee. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have finally finished unpacking every single crappy thing of mine... Yay meeeee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im the only on in the family who has actually finished unpacking. They all still have toys [my bro], and clothes [my bro and parents] to unpack. Heeeee Heeeeee. My bookshelf got delivered today. Along with the bookshelf for the living room and some other stuffs. Now I just have to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wait for my dad to get back from the Philippines &lt;em&gt;with all my food and clothes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so that he can fix it up and put it on the wall. Hee heee. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today I woke up late again. I have a feeling Ill do the same tomorrow. Coz there's no school. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And coz I have to catch up on all the hours of sleep I lost last week coz &lt;em&gt;I was studying like there's no tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I am &lt;em&gt;not done&lt;/em&gt; catching up on my sleep.&lt;/span&gt; Wonder when Ill ever be.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I wanna go shopping so freaking badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My clothes are getting smaller by the day, and no, I am not growing fatter. In fact, my bro is heavier than me. Talk about fat. Hahaha. No offence to my bro. Who will never get the chance to read this blog because &lt;em&gt;he's not that IT savvy&lt;/em&gt;. Woots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yeah... I heard David Archuleta and David Cook will be performing in Manila, Philippines.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Oh my god I feel like flying over to Philippines and watch them then fly back to Singapore with dad.&lt;/span&gt; Nyeh heh. And I have to get David A's and Lady Gaga's albums. Hee heeeee. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I have yet to buy the Twilight Movie DVD. Dad and mom are like, so freaking &lt;em&gt;against me&lt;/em&gt; buying it. &lt;em&gt;Damn this recession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Of all things, it has to be recession. And swine flu. What the hell, man. Oh well. I should go... Bye byeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ps: I changed the songs on my playlist. Some of the songs might have problems, but I tried to find the best I could. Hee Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish this recession was over so I can go shopping for hours on end!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-3948983618669217033?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/3948983618669217033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=3948983618669217033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3948983618669217033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3948983618669217033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-freakishly-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-629616574656737414</id><published>2009-05-08T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:03:58.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Tired and freaking sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Angels by Within Temptation. [This song rocks like helllll]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Okays, so Im totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freeeee&lt;/span&gt; from exams.&lt;/span&gt; Until class tests come, anyway... I had my last paper today, art. Yeah, art. We have to have an exam for art.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Insanity, isnt it?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. So we had to like, choose a question from 3 given ones : Icons of the world, Sharp objects, After dark. I chose the icons of the world. I drew the Merlion, the Taj Mahal and the Eiffel Tower for my prep work. Initially I decided to just draw Mr Eiffel Tower, but by onli drawing that, Ill be done in like, 20mins and there will be alot of space left. So I decided to draw in the Taj Mahal as well. But Mr Merlion no space so nvr draw. Then I coloured in everything, and Mr Eiffel Tower look fab. HeeHee. So yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The paper was 2 1/2 hrs but I finished in 1 1/2 hrs. Yay me. I had one hour to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; of boredom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so I went to sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Edited on 9th May 2009]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, so I was supposed to have typed a longer post yesterday but my dad had to use the com so yeah. I wasnt done blabbering yet. Oh well. Dad went off to the Philippines earlier today. He reached there when I was still sleeping haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I have to send him the list of my fave foods to buy... And maybe some clothes, some = alot. My definition. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Oh well. Today we went to Ikea again to buy some more furniture for the new place. They're getting delivered here tomorrow. Yayayayay. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;They got the cute white zig-zag shaped shelf for me already. But they havent gotten either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the cute black swirly designed mirror or the fab wavy full-length mirror&lt;/span&gt; yet. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prefer the black mirror&lt;/span&gt; tho... Looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waaaay better&lt;/span&gt; in my room.&lt;/span&gt; My room is still kinda messy. The boxes with my stuff in them havent been unpacked. All in all, I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; boxes with all my stuff in them. Actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four if you include all the books in my old room's bookshelf&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well. So yeah, we went to Ikea. We went to Woodlands bus interchange and took the bus from there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nadirah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"obliviously"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; walked past me. I called her. She dint hear coz she had headphones stuck in her ears. No offence, Nadirah. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Spent the afternoon in Ikea. Then went home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15mins later&lt;/span&gt; went out again for church. Got back only at nine tonight. Hey, so I got this sms from Frederick earlier today. Ill post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What Colour Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Green - Natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pink - Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Red - Passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Blue - Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yellow - Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange - Good looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;White - Irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Black - Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Purple - Clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grey - Talkative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Indigo - Lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Peach -Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Silver - Naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Brown - Pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So which one do you think suits me? Put ur answer in tagboard. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt; Okay. So I watch alot alot of the Style Network. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So I decided I should be a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kind soul&lt;/span&gt; and help those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashionably-challenged&lt;/span&gt;. Ill try to post a Style Tip every post.&lt;/span&gt; If I have new ones. So here's one. Reminder: Im  typing what the person said so if I put "I" there, its the person, not me. Hee Hee. So here is this post's stye tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, Im Charlie Green, celebrity stylist here at Smashbox cosmetics in Hollywood bringing you your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make-up style secret: Runway Nail Trends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The newest thing on the runway is do grey nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To make your grey nails, take, a bottle of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opaque white&lt;/span&gt; nail polish. Then... You want to add, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small increments&lt;/span&gt;, of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old black nail polish&lt;/span&gt;. You do it this way : Add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small drops&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black nail polish&lt;/span&gt;. By doing this you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"control the depth"&lt;/span&gt; of the colour. Shake it up, see if you like the colour. Then take the brush and dab it in the middle [of your nail], push it down to your cuticle and draw it back up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There [she shows the nails to the TV screen], that's not even black, and not as high maintenance as white, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;equally fabulous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And that's your Make-up style secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee. So there. You people might not understand much of what the heck she is saying but I do. I havent tried this yet, but I plan to sometime soon. I already change some of her choice of vocabulary to help u understand it better, but yeah. I think I should go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Type too much already. Hee heeeeee. Byes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Justine&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/7907244092210000779-629616574656737414?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/629616574656737414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=629616574656737414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/629616574656737414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/629616574656737414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-tired-and-freaking-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5508416796409441914</id><published>2009-05-05T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:10:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Tired and Beezee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nth, in a rush to finish this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay people!!! Heys. Sorry havent post so much.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Been studying like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heck&lt;/span&gt;, oh, I meant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Today was Literature exam. Wasnt so bad. I finished the paper in like, 45mins, including checking time. And then I found out there was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still 45mins to go&lt;/span&gt; before the paper ended. Most of the other people finished not long after I did. But yeah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like, nearly fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But then after some time the invigilator went out and guess who came in? That's right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Hannah-Montana-wannabe&lt;/span&gt;. I was trying so freaking hard not to burst out&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt;. Hee hee.&lt;/span&gt; Im already done with English and History exams. I have Math, D&amp;amp;T, Science and Art left. All happening this week. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And what's also happening this week is that we're mooooving. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; My dad wants to paint &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stripes &lt;/span&gt;on the indented wall in my room. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STRIPES!! Wth...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But he drew it out on paper for me coz I was like, "What the heck, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stripes?? &lt;/span&gt;Are u &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kidding me???&lt;/span&gt;" and it dint look that bad. Then Ill have that cute white zig-zag bookshelf from Ikea to put there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyway, so I got my CA results. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; [I forgot if its B3 or B4] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for English and Science&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A2 for Math [OMG, I was so freaking happy to see that]. I got A1s for History, Literature and D&amp;amp;T. &lt;/span&gt;I forgot what I got for Art. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im so damn happy I got 3 A1s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. I think I better go study now. I just finished studying for Math. Now I have to study for D&amp;amp;T. Byessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edited]&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Maybe next time I post I can post out some of the fabulous style/fashion tips I get from watching waaaaaaaaaay too much Style Network. But I cant help it, I was born to be a fashion critic. Hee hee. ;D&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/7907244092210000779-5508416796409441914?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5508416796409441914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5508416796409441914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5508416796409441914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5508416796409441914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-tired-and-beezee.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1754664888905438731</id><published>2009-05-01T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:29:46.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Sleepy and dreading tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nth, not using the lappy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey people.... Sorry nvr post for a few days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Been freaking damn busy.&lt;/span&gt; With my art "sculpture" and whatnots. Today is Labour Day. Yayayay no school. Haha. I stayed back after school yesterday to complete my sculpture so that I wont have to bring it home. And if I submit it on Monday, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; minus marks. Which I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dont want&lt;/span&gt; to happen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My sculpture's hair looks soooo frikin fab. It looks so real. Haha. I spent one hour doing the hair layering. Yeah, then yesterday, everyone saw my sculpture's hair. So they all also want me teach them how to do. I was glad to help, Im just reluctant to do so coz the teacher grading it might think that they made it and I copied them. Haha. It was the other way around. And it was my idea... &lt;/span&gt;When my mom asked me what I was gonna do for hair I just told her "I need brown yarn." So she gave me some and I just went on to do it. She dint even noe what I was doing til I told her.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; So I just hope that the teacher will see or somehow noe that I started the yarn-for-hair thing. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, so someone told her [she shall remain nameless, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;dislike her alot [thats a fact]&lt;/span&gt;] that I started the yarn thing so u noe what she did? She came up to me and said "Justine, can gimmie some of the yarn? I also wanna do like urs liddat."&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; WTH man.&lt;/span&gt; So I just told her "Uhhh... "Everyone" also using. No more already." I mean, huever was that stupid person hu told her that, I feel like stranggling em. Like hello? I dont &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;produce&lt;/span&gt; yarn. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, so my sculpture looks totally fabulous. Im so damn proud of myself. I did practically everything myself in three days. So yeah, I stayed back after school yesterday and I dint even eat lunch. But u noe what's weird? I dint feel hungry till I left school. Weird, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyway, the date that we're moving is totally set. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nothing later, nothing earlier.&lt;/span&gt; Yeaps. Dad's at the new place rite now fixing up the stuff. Idk. Mom said we might go buy the paint later... My room is gonna be purple. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And Im gonna make sure that it looks fantabulous.&lt;/span&gt; Different shades of purple and white shelves. Then Im gonna get Dad to paint white curly designs on the walls. On top of the purple. Yeah uh huh, sounds cool. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hopefully it'll turn out well.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Well gotta go prepare for tuition... In 30mins time. Haish... Tuition is soooooo boring. Urghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1754664888905438731?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1754664888905438731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1754664888905438731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1754664888905438731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1754664888905438731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/05/mood-sleepy-and-dreading-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6083283250542816292</id><published>2009-04-27T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:54:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Tired [just got back from school]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nth. [come to think abt it, I havent been playing my playlist for a long time...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay people. Hiiie. So yeah, I just got back from school. And so, I am tired. I just finished eating lunch and ice cream tho, so I guess Im more enthu now than just now. On the way home I saw HuiQing and Amirul. We were in the same bus. Then after that we were just chatting arnd at the walkway near HuiQing's and my block. So yeah, then Amirul was also there coz he was on the way to Huamin to pick up his brother. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We did a quick catch-up on whatever's happening wherever. The next bus came. And then here's how the convo went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: At least one ex-huaminite will alight from the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HuiQing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; lah. Nobody inside. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See???&lt;/span&gt; *tries to see into the bus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Sure will have. Remember the last time? One ex-huaminite come out of one bus, another came out the next bus. So this one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shud have&lt;/span&gt; also. Haha. *tries to look into the bus also*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Wait... I dont see anyone. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*the bus doors open and look who came out...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LILIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my gosh!!! LILIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;*screeches like the crazy girl that I am*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HuiQing: Lilin!!!! *rushes to Lilin [haha]*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: [to HuiQing]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See? Told u someone will come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So then we started chatting a bit more. Then HuiQing and Lilin went off to their block. So then I walked off to my block also. Amirul tagged along coz my block was in the direction of Huamin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then he told me "Eh, did u get tickets for the anniversary day?" I completely forgot abt that so I said "Ummmm... No. Havent buy yet. U leh?" "I get already. My mom have coz she PSG..... Oh yeah, my mother said the tickets sold out already. Yay, at least I got tickets." He told me so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matter-of-factly.&lt;/span&gt; Then I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"What the heck???? Sold out??? Nooooooooo!!!!! Damn it luhh."&lt;/span&gt; So it seems like Im not going for the anniversary. BooHoo. &lt;/span&gt;Then just now Angel smsed me.  Then she suddenly brought up the issue on the tickets.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; "Hey, Justine, u got tickets for the anniversary day?" So then I reply her "No, I havent gotten any. Amirul told me sold out. But Idk... U?" She replied back "No. I nvr buy. Coz sold out already." So I went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "OMGGGG. BooHoo."&lt;/span&gt; Then she nvr reply back already. Haha. So yeah. I dont think Im going anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unless&lt;/span&gt; maybe some kind soul doesnt want their ticket and gives it to me. But that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unlikely&lt;/span&gt; to happen. Or maybe I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sneak in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. Crazy plan. Well, gotta go. Blog so much already. Byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6083283250542816292?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6083283250542816292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6083283250542816292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6083283250542816292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6083283250542816292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-tired-just-got-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-8418233636848381443</id><published>2009-04-25T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:51:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Still in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay. Great. Im bored. But still. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Im feeling a lil slack-ish. As in, I meant to do my homework this afternoon, but, one look at all the questions and I was all, "Wth?" I just dont get the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So I decided Ill put if off till mom's at home and she can just teach me. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So anyway, I &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;have sore throat, but its better than this morning. Tho I &lt;em&gt;still cant speak&lt;/em&gt; much. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Ill go study later too, if I have the tym. Ive been on the computer the &lt;em&gt;whole afternoon&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I feel as if Ive been awake &lt;em&gt;for ages&lt;/em&gt; but it seems Ive only been awake &lt;em&gt;six hours&lt;/em&gt; today. Weird.&lt;/span&gt; Coz today's a drag. Well, I gotta go. People'll start nagging at me to get off the computer already. Haha. Byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-8418233636848381443?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/8418233636848381443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=8418233636848381443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/8418233636848381443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/8418233636848381443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-still-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-4638209350828823769</id><published>2009-04-25T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:29:58.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: In pain and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nth, coz my playlist is not opened up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey people. I just woke up like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 mins ago&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Im like, having this stupid freaking damn sore throat and I can even speak without wincing in pain!!!&lt;/span&gt; And that is why I am here now. Remember I told u in my other posts that I was supposed to go for this whole-day-with-the-family thing at the "Bottle Tree"???&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Well, Im supposed to be there rite now, but Im not. TeeHee. Coz Im not feeling well, plus I was still sleeping when mom tried to wake me up to get ready.&lt;/span&gt; But then, she asked me, "Do u wanna go or just wanna stay here?" I dint sae anything, I just gestured to her that I was staying here. Of course, she understood. Haha. Sooooo, yeah. Mom and dad said they'll onli be going to that place for half a day, instead of whole day. Coz in they wanted to go to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ikea&lt;/span&gt; to look for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; furniture. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh, that reminds me, I have to go tell them to buy that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute white zigzag-shaped shelf&lt;/span&gt;. Which I plan on putting up in my new room, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;display my fave stuff, aka, Twilight. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. &lt;/span&gt;I think I shud go. I still have homework and tests to study for. Not that I will actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; and study till later. Haha. Byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-4638209350828823769?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/4638209350828823769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=4638209350828823769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4638209350828823769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4638209350828823769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-in-pain-and-still-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-357541845187812071</id><published>2009-04-24T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:33:42.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay people. U noe, I was like, just flipping thru Christyn's youtube acct and I saw this link from one of the vids... I was curious so I went to go see it. It was smth like, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to get the perfect Alice Cullen hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then there was this girl, she had &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;really short hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, like Alice. And then she was showing us how to do it. So then I tried doing it after watching the vid. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And it was disatrous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think its coz my hair's &lt;em&gt;too long.&lt;/em&gt; Well, anyway... Maybe Ill try to find a vid on Rosalie's... Okay, &lt;em&gt;crazy mastermind plan&lt;/em&gt;.. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-357541845187812071?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/357541845187812071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=357541845187812071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/357541845187812071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/357541845187812071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2571961947591634619</id><published>2009-04-24T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:19:17.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nothing... I do not feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okays. First mid-year paper is done. I think Im gonna do badly for it, coz I always do for composition writing... And then I chose the topic on "Describe a childhood incident that you will always remember". Which was like, wth??? But I did it anyway. I wrote it based on smth that really happened to me -- aka, why I was taken to the ER. If ur really interested to noe, just ask me personally or smth... Anyways, during recess after the paper, I saw Amanda Panda running around with her face smeared with cake. So then me n Alicia decided to better move outta the way before we get smeared too. So we were sitting arnd at the circle tables. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When suddenly, someone comes up to me and touches my cheek. And then I saw her hand had chocolate in it and I realized that I had been smeared with cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I totally freaked out and was like, &lt;em&gt;"WTH Im smeared with cake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt; And then I ran to the toilet, before which I had to pass my senior. She was looking at me with a face that was like "What the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; is wrong with her???" So I just kept running saying &lt;em&gt;"Cake attack cake attack cake attack!!!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So then I washed off the cake in the toilet and suddenly, QianYi came in too. She had also been a victim of cake attack. Whoever that girl was, she is gonna pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When we have the next birthday celebration, I am going to smudge her face with a whole slice of it. &lt;em&gt;U better watch out, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yeah... Ive got this thing going on tomorrow. At that "Bottle Tree" place. U noe, where there's that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;big swimming-pool like thing aka water body where all the bigger-than-humans ducks that you ride in and paddle arnd the big swimming-pool like thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah. Its some kind of a whole-day-with-the-family-and-other-family-friends thing... &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Which is bound to &lt;em&gt;be boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Coz gatherings like this are &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; boring. Which means, I have to bring my own entertainment system again. Aka, my phone, my Twilight book, and whatever else I want to bring to keep me occupied. Hmm... I wonder if I can bring the&lt;em&gt; laptop.&lt;/em&gt; Oooooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And then there's the class gathering [6 Gandhi 08] that Vanessa wants to have either tomorrow or the day after that. Coz exams are coming - for them. Mine have already arrived. And they're streaming in one day after the other. Anyway, I dont noe if I can make it. And &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I really really &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanna go. Coz I think its gonna be a farewell party for Sesth too.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, I gotta talk it out with mother. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please please &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; oh good Lord, tell them to allow me to go. Oh, and tell them to buy the Twilight DVD for me. Thank youuuuuu.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, Ive gone berserk. Ive gotta do hw, coz I think Im gonna be real busy this weekend. Haha. Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2571961947591634619?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2571961947591634619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2571961947591634619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2571961947591634619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2571961947591634619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1748138620139764274</id><published>2009-04-23T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:19:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Tired and in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth. Havent restarted my playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay people. That's it... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im done packing up my not-so-needed-till-we-move stuff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like, stuff thats been in my drawers or wherever that I dont use unless needed [which is not often]. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My drawers are &lt;em&gt;officially empty&lt;/em&gt; and my &lt;em&gt;the surface of my bookshelf can be seen&lt;/em&gt; slash my gazzillion books are packed away.&lt;/span&gt; All I need to pack now are my clothes, which I cant pack yet coz I still need it, and my school books that I use&lt;em&gt; practically every single boring day.&lt;/em&gt; So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My room - all the other rooms too, actually - is full of boxes [there are like, &lt;em&gt;8 of them in my room]&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So yeahhhh. Im so freaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh, and I just realized that Ive posted twice today already. And this will be the third. Woah. Anyway... OMG. The mid-years are coming... &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, the class tests attacked. Then the mid-years take over when I beat the crap outta those class tests. Hopefully, I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tomorrow is my first paper. English paper 1. Which means compo and formal writing. Arghhhhhhhhhh. Anyway, that means there is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nooooo PE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes!!! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I'd rather die coz of PE than stay in that exam room for who-knows-how-long doing a mid-year paper. Haha. Craziness.&lt;/span&gt; Lolsh. I think Im gonna use my new bag that my mom ordered for me... She actually bought 2. Pink and Purple. I am using purple. Yay!!! Haha. I onli have History and Mother Tongue after the test. But since I dont have MT, I onli have to bring my History book. Yay. Light bag... Well, gotta go. For real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1748138620139764274?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1748138620139764274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1748138620139764274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1748138620139764274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1748138620139764274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-tired-and-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2124416159472102714</id><published>2009-04-23T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:52:21.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Blah blah. I posted earlier today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth, playlist has ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg OMG!!!!! The official New Moon cast list is out!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! *screams like hell, pauses, screams even more, gets herself together [barely]*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, here goes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bella Swan - Kristen Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Edward Cullen - Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jacob Black - Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Obviously, the three named above is the same people.... Moving on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alice Cullen - Ashley Greene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jasper Hale - Jackson Rathbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Carlisle Cullen - Peter Facinelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Esme Cullen - Elizabeth Reaser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rosalie Hale - Nikki Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Emmett Cullen - Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurent - Edi Gathegi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Victoria - Rachelle Lefevre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;James is dead!!! Woo hooo.... Okay, the new cast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Volturi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aro - Michael Sheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Marcus - Christopher Heyerdahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Caius - Jamie Campbell Bower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jane - Dakota Fanning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alec - Cameron Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felix - Daniel Cudmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Demitri - Charlie Bewley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heidi - Noot Sheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Others:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Harry Clearwater - Graham Greene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emily Young - Tinsel Korey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Disclaimer: I found this cast listing from edwardsmeadow.com. I do not own this. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omggggg. Dakota's playing JANEEEE!!! Yayayayay!!!&lt;/em&gt; Okay, so that's all I have found for now. More cast updates soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine -- Totally crazed up... But still feeling emo-ish. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2124416159472102714?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2124416159472102714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2124416159472102714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2124416159472102714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2124416159472102714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2002066755655892858</id><published>2009-04-23T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:57:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: I feel as if Im emo-ing. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: I Hate This Part by PCD. Im currently addicted to this song. Idk why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First of all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Happy Happy Happy Happy Happy Birthday to my dearest Celine!!!!!!! You rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people. Today's post is going to be mostly about my &lt;em&gt;super duper hecticcccc life&lt;/em&gt;. Okay, great. Housie's emptier than my last report on the state of it. Seriously. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We're &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; packing.&lt;/span&gt; Im &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be packing my messed-up room, but I dont feel like it. Seriously. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We're &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; moving. &lt;em&gt;ARGHHHH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Wait a sec, why the hell am I not excited??? Its supposed to be the other way around. I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be excited we're moving. But Im not. Well, not really. Im 20% excited. 20% only??? That's very&lt;em&gt; non-enthusiastic&lt;/em&gt;. Idk why. I mean, yeah, I spent like 5 years of life here. But still. And then Ill be even further from school - both primary and secondary - when we do move. I mean, like, my primary school's just right beside my block. And I can see what's happening there if I wanted to. But here's the only good thing [so far] that I noe. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My room is going to beeeee PURPLE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, purple. Different shades of em. Not like my messy room now, white. The new place's like so far from the freaking bus stop slash the mrt station. I have to waste 10 mins [maximum] of my life if I walk to the mrt to get to school. Or,, I can take the other option. Ride the freaking bus to the Yishun bus interchange or whereever and just ride the train from Yishun. But that's gonna take &lt;em&gt;ages. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gosh. I have no idea what the hell is happening in my life rite now. So &lt;em&gt;beesyyyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; What with the packing &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; the homeworks &lt;em&gt;AND &lt;/em&gt;the art crap &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; the Mid-Year exams stress.&lt;/span&gt; I mean like, WHAT THE HECK!!! The art thing is due next week, and Im not done yet. Haishhhh. For crying out loud, &lt;em&gt;give me a break&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;em&gt;Cant I just relax for one day and just do nothing but breathe and eat and sleep????&lt;/em&gt; Oh well, June holies are coming... soon. Come faster. So that I can go&lt;em&gt; shopping&lt;/em&gt; already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The word 'shopping' sounds like heaven right right right in the middle of hell right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;People have been irritating me alot lately... &lt;em&gt;What is their problem?????&lt;/em&gt; Seriously. But Im still glad that I have Alicia and QianYi and Carol and Celine and some others who keep making me laugh and go &lt;em&gt;over-hyper&lt;/em&gt; with them. Wait, is over-hyper even a word?? Oh heck, Idc. It just goes to show that I have my own dictionary. And my friends mentioned above can understand it. A lil bit of it, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, so me of the teachers are getting on my nerves. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;One of them 'wants to be Hannah Montana'!!! Like, wth. During music he was all like "You dont wanna see the other side of me." &lt;em&gt;Hannah Montana much???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Reminds me of the song "The other side of me" sung by the topic of the talk right now... Hannah Montana. And the other one... &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Omg her lessons are just &lt;em&gt;soooooooo freaking boring&lt;/em&gt;. I was like, 2/3 asleep already.&lt;/span&gt; I noe I shud be paying attention and all, coz the topic's coming out for the mid-year, but still. It was soooooooo boring. I cud probably just fall flat on my face asleep if I wanted, but I dint wanna get scolded. Nothing better than a teacher scolding me to my face in front of all the other people half-asleep. Haha. I was being sarcastic. Well, I'd better goooo. So bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2002066755655892858?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2002066755655892858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2002066755655892858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2002066755655892858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2002066755655892858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-i-feel-as-if-im-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6787869307272216719</id><published>2009-04-20T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:47:10.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored. And angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: When It Rains by Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haish... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im so freaking angry at myself.&lt;/span&gt; I dont really noe y. But yeah. Alot has been going arnd lately. She doesnt have time for me sometimes. I dont really mind. I dont sms her much anymore. She hangs out with her new classmates. Misshing her alot. Misshing the old days too. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We always talk, and laugh together. And we agree on practically everything. We used to sms each other for hours. Just talking abt stuffs.&lt;/span&gt; But then now, she seems to have forgotten me. I dont really mind, but still. She has her Secondary sch friends to keep her company now. Idk, but I just feel so freaking sad. Okays, I noe I sound like an emo right now, but yeah, Im in a sad mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh, and on that Thursday when we had that last competition... I didnt mean to hurt Eileen's feelings. In the bus. On the way to BVSS. Coz someone called out to me "Justine, did you see Eileen??" And I didnt really notice Eileen sit right at the front... So I went "Omg, is Eileen on the bus???" and then she waved at me from at the very front of the bus -- right behind Mr Driver. Of course, I was super relieved to see her on the bus. She was sitting right in front, and her head was bent down, so I cudnt see her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I did not mean to hurt your feelings, Eileen. If you are reading this, I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Coach's not coaching us anymore. Some other random coach will come in this coming May. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Coach totally helped me improve... I think I'd be like, what, totally idiotic without her.&lt;/span&gt; Coz she taught techniques n whatnots, and I wudve done soooooo badly against BVSS if she werent there. Not that Im saying I did well. No I didnt. The most embarrassing thing that happened that day? Dont even wanna think abt it. Haish. I will missh Coach. Or as Chu Yi calls her... Coachie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Feel so lonely nowadays. Altho I dont go home to an empty home. It still looks empty, coz most of the furniture has been packed up into gazillions of boxes. The fact is.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;we're moving house.&lt;/span&gt; Soon. Very soon. Idk when, but it's prolly near the end of the month. Like, I need more time wasted. Packing up my stuffs. My room, and the big space beside my kitchen, are like, so messy. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Boxes here, boxes there. Everything that I am used to, you noe, that shelf at the wall over there, when I come home, it's not there anymore.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Lonely, much? And worse, mid-years are coming... I have to pack, and study too. So troublesome. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And then there's that stupid art thing that's due end of this month. And Im not even halfway thru.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the class tests are attacking everywhere....&lt;/span&gt; So now I have to go study somemore... Byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6787869307272216719?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6787869307272216719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6787869307272216719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6787869307272216719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6787869307272216719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-bored_20.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7880682624001779280</id><published>2009-04-18T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:04:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Umm... Dying of heat stroke. Help!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Nth. Using desktop computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Im 90% dead... Coz of heat stroke. I mean like, hello???? Why isit sooooo scorching hot todae?&lt;/span&gt; And then I had to go out. And walk in the sun, for who-noes-how-long. Thank goodness after that we went to MacDonalds to eat. Oh well. I just finished reading the 1st book to the "House of Night" series. Omg, it rocks. Its abt this vamp girl who goes to the vamp school and finds out she's "special". And falls in love. Hah, it's romance novel. I cant wait to read the next few books. Anyway, I found this quiz on both Shalini and Carolyn's blog. And Im bored so Ill do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 13 going on 14 in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Annoyance: &lt;/span&gt;Annoying stuff... Like some people and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Animals:&lt;/span&gt; I heart 'em. Except those stanky ones. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;Beer: &lt;/span&gt;Im underage. And even if I werent, no way in a gazzilion decades will I ever drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Birthday/Birthplace:&lt;/span&gt; August the 26th. I was born in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Best feeling in the world:&lt;/span&gt; Love, happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blind or deaf:&lt;/span&gt; Are u cursing me???? Neither please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Best weather:&lt;/span&gt; Windy and a lil cloudy. I dont like it when the sun is burning hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been in love:&lt;/span&gt; If you count Twilight, then yes I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been on stage:&lt;/span&gt; Many times. Freaky, but really awesomeee. Esp that tym when 6 Gandhi 08 did the Grad Day performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in yourself: &lt;/span&gt;I do. Sometimes. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in life on other planets:&lt;/span&gt; Not really. Tho scientists are tryna figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in miracles: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in magic:&lt;/span&gt; Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in God:&lt;/span&gt; Heck yes. I believe in God. I LOVE God. That's why Im Catholic. I cud just start reciting the Nicene Creed. [To Pris: Do it with me, yeah?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in santa:&lt;/span&gt; No. He is myth. Sorry, santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Believe in ghosts:&lt;/span&gt; Not really. Sometimes I do, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;Car:&lt;/span&gt; Either a 911 Turbo Porshe or a Volvo. Or maybe even a Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chocolates:&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE CHOCOLATES!!! Milk chocs only please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Colour:&lt;/span&gt; I love purple. And many others too. But defintely not yellow and green. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cried in school:&lt;/span&gt; On the last day of primary school and the day I got my PSLE results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate. I told youuuuu. I LOVE CHOCOLATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chinese or Mexican:&lt;/span&gt; I eat both Chinese and Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cake or Pie:&lt;/span&gt; Cakes. Chocolate ones. Tho not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Country to visit: &lt;/span&gt;Italy, America, PARIS!!!, London, and maybe the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Day or Night:&lt;/span&gt; Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Danced:&lt;/span&gt; Graduation Day performance!!!!!!!!! I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Danced in the rain:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Once. Wayyyy back before I came to Singapore. My cousins were with me too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do the splits:&lt;/span&gt; No way. Im not that flexible. Tho I wish I were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;Eggs:&lt;/span&gt; Idk. It ends up in our stomach and eventually in the toilet bowl anyway. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eyes:&lt;/span&gt; Brown. Wonder how I would look like with green or blue ones? Ill porbably look freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyone has...:&lt;/span&gt; A brain, and a body. Tho some people are so dumb their brains are just pea-sized. Maybe. And some people are so freaked with their weight they become anorexic. What is wrong with these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ever failed in a class:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Sec 1 Math class test. It was killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;First crush:&lt;/span&gt; None. Of course. Gross much? Tho if you include Twilight, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Full name:&lt;/span&gt; Justine Marie Clark Jacela. Why on God's green earth would you want to noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First thoughts waking up:&lt;/span&gt; Freak my alarm clock. 5 more minutes and Ill wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt; ALOT. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;Greatest fear:&lt;/span&gt; To lose all my fabulous friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Giver or Taker: &lt;/span&gt;Both. Haha. Tho its "Better to give than to receive." The quote was along those lines, I forgot the exact ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Goals:&lt;/span&gt; To finish school and become what I wanna be when I grow up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gum:&lt;/span&gt; Double mint. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Get along with parents:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good luck charm: &lt;/span&gt;I dont have one. I dont believe in good luck, or bad luck, for that matter. But my friend gave me this necklace telling me it had good luck. *rolls my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour:&lt;/span&gt; Dark brown. I am a brunette. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt; 1.5m something. My mom tells me Im tall for my age but I look like a shortie when I stand next to some of my friends. I think Xi Xing is already taller than me. Nooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy:&lt;/span&gt; Not right now. Its freaking warm, and even the fan's not helping. And this quiz is taking age-essss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Holiday: &lt;/span&gt;I really, really need one rite now. Im feeling so pessimistic nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How do you want to die:&lt;/span&gt; Are you really cursing me??? But since you asked, I want to die a natural death painlessly, when I am old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate!!, Cookies n Cream, and my fave... Rocky Road. With the marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Instrument:&lt;/span&gt; None. But I wanna learn to play the piano. Then I can learn to play Bella's Lullaby frm Christyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;Jewelery:&lt;/span&gt; Lots and lots of it. Coz I love shopping. But nearly half of em are gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;Kids:&lt;/span&gt; I am only 13. I have no plans to have kids at the present time. Maybe 15 years later. But I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kickboxing or Karate:&lt;/span&gt; None. I dont feel like kicking butts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Keep a journal:&lt;/span&gt; Yeaps. Tho I hardly ever really write. Maybe once a month. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;Longest car ride:&lt;/span&gt; I think it was to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt; My fabulous Gandhi girlfriends. And some others. ILY u guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Letter:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Usually a letter from school inviting me to go for something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah... Lots of times. Esp when Alicia or Carolyn tells 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love at first sight:&lt;/span&gt; I believe in that. But I've never experienced it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;Milk chocolate:&lt;/span&gt; Isnt that supposed to be "chocolate milk"??? I dont get this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Alot. But TWILIGHT is the only one that actually matters. Yes, I am addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Motion sickness:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes. When the vehicle is smelly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MacD's or BK:&lt;/span&gt; Macs. Coz I prefer it to BK. Idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;Number of siblings:&lt;/span&gt; One. And Im older. Yay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Number of piercings:&lt;/span&gt; Three. Long story. Ill tell u some other tym. Unless u ask me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Number:&lt;/span&gt; Idk. Probably 3. Idk. Wait a sec... How many questions does this quiz have???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;Overused phrases:&lt;/span&gt; Ohmygod, ohmygosh, what the hell, shit, crap, huh and ummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One wish:&lt;/span&gt; 1000 more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One phobia:&lt;/span&gt; Slippery floors. Im soooo freaking scared of slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;Place you'd love to live:&lt;/span&gt; Singapore. I guess. Tho the weather here sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perfect pizza:&lt;/span&gt; Meat and lots and lots of cheeseeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/span&gt; They taste nearly the same. No diff. But since you asked, I think Ill go for Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;Questionaires:&lt;/span&gt; Long, sometimes boring, time consuming, fun, interesting, and did I mention LONG???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to cry:&lt;/span&gt; Pain, hurt, sadness, touched, and maybe even laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reality: &lt;/span&gt;Is not a fantasy. So live with it. Face the harsh truth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Radio station:&lt;/span&gt; Idk the station. Tho I listen to it all the tym when I press that button thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Roll your tongue in a circle: &lt;/span&gt;Idk, I dont really pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt; Either 4, 5 or 6 adult size. It depends on the brand. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Salad dressing:&lt;/span&gt; Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sushi:&lt;/span&gt; Dont really like it. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Skipped school:&lt;/span&gt; Heck, no. Im a good girl. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Slept outside:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seen a dead body:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. My poor hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shower daily:&lt;/span&gt; Duuuuuh. Im not like some people who only bathe twice, or worse, once a week. Stanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sing well:&lt;/span&gt; Idk. But I sing better than some others. No offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stuffed animals:&lt;/span&gt; Omg. I loveeee them. I have like, so manyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries:&lt;/span&gt; Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed:&lt;/span&gt; Arnd 9pm+... So early... Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thunderstorms:&lt;/span&gt; Cooling. But noisy. And one wud be greatly appreciated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella:&lt;/span&gt; Purple, of course. Tho I dont really bring it to school. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables you love:&lt;/span&gt; You think I love vegetables??? Woah. Actually, some. If they're cooked in my fave dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vegetables you hate:&lt;/span&gt; All of them. They make my taste buds suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;Weakness:&lt;/span&gt; Twilight. Get me something related to that if you want to bribe me or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you grow up:&lt;/span&gt; To have a job and be rich. Of course Ill give money to the poor. Im not stupid. Actually, as long as what Im doing is legal is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Which one of your friends act most like you:&lt;/span&gt; Ummm... Alicia and of course, my fave lioness of all time, Carolyn!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who makes you laugh the most:&lt;/span&gt; Ummm.. My family? They crack lots of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Worse feeling:&lt;/span&gt; Uselessness, hopelessness, nervousness and guilt. And pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where do we go when we die:&lt;/span&gt; I dont noe. Do u think I noe? Do you think Im God??? Im not. So go ask God where we go, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;X-rays:&lt;/span&gt; When I was still a lil kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;Year it is now:&lt;/span&gt; 2009, go check the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yellow:&lt;/span&gt; I dont like it. So bright!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;Zoo animals:&lt;/span&gt; Stanky things that roam arnd aimlessly in their cages or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Im finally done with this quiz. Yay for me. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heys. I would liiiiike to thanks Carolyn, aka, my lioness, for helping me with my music. Now I have that weird-coloured teddy bear on the left side of my blog.&lt;/span&gt; Now Im going to do stuff to relax me. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Justine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edited]&lt;br /&gt;Okay, great. There's smth wrong with this thing rite now so I cant change the colour. Crazy thing. Oh yeah, and Im reading this new vamp series. It totally rocks. But Twilight will forever be better. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Edited 2nd Time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I finally found out what happened to the freaking thing. So yeah. The colour's back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7880682624001779280?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7880682624001779280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7880682624001779280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7880682624001779280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7880682624001779280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-umm.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6726608974221670669</id><published>2009-04-13T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:58:53.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Bored. And Lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: I Hate This Part by the Pussycat Dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh em geeeeee. I found some of these fab Twilight stuff. Check em out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com" target="_blank" title="Twilight Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/twilight/jacob.gif" border="0" alt="Twilight Graphics, Twilight Comments, Twilight Quotes" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, I soooooo agree with this one. No offence to Jacob lovers. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://omgglitters.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn276/celcius83/OMG2/twilight/twilight-fans-myspace-graphics6.gif" border="0" alt="OVER 500 GLITTER GRAPHICS AND ADDING MORE EVERY DAY! COME CHECK OMGGLITTERS.COM OUT TODAY!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is way cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzk2MTU3NDcyMjcmcHQ9MTIzOTYxNTgwMzA1MCZwPTQ2OTMxJmQ9Z3JhcGhpY3NodW5*LmNvbSZnPTEmdD*mbz*wYjBhNWI5ZWU3ZjA*ZDM*OTU*MWYyMjQ3ZDkzMTVlMw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.graphicshunt.com/" target="_blank" title="Twilight New Moon"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/t/twilight_new_moon-7179.jpg" border="0" alt="images" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"/&gt;  Omggggg. This is superrrrr cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzk2MTYxNjU*MzEmcHQ9MTIzOTYxNjE3NTUwNCZwPTE4NTUxMSZkPSZnPTEmdD*mbz*wYjBhNWI5ZWU3ZjA*ZDM*OTU*MWYyMjQ3ZDkzMTVlMw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.codemylayout.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.codemylayout.com/myspace-graphics/images/Twilight/fangs-or-fur-twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wo-oah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, I shall end here. Time to studyy for class tests. They're attacking everywhere. Haha. So yeaaah. Bye byeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6726608974221670669?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6726608974221670669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6726608974221670669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6726608974221670669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6726608974221670669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-283948918118118684</id><published>2009-04-12T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:27:41.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mood: Still super excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Nth. Coz Im not using Mr. Lappy. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Heyy all. I found some quizzes on Shalini the fabulous one's blog. So yeaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[A] Available : Haha, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[B] Birthday : 26th August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[C] Crush : None. But David Archuleta has a song like that ;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[D] Drink you last had : Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[E] Easiest person to talk to : Myself. Excluding me, many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[F] Favourite music groups and/or bands : Paramore!!!!!!!! And many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[G] Gummy bears or gummy worms : Gummy bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[H] Hometown : Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[I] Instrument : Piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[J] Juice : Many many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[K] Killed someone : Hell, NO! Except maybe in computer games. But those are not humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[L] Longest car ride : Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[M] Milkshake flavour : Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[N] Number of pets : Used to have 2 hamsters. 1 died last year, the other died March this year. Boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[O] One wish : That I cud have all the Twilight merchandise that ever touched the shop shelves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[P] Person who called you last : Celine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[Q] Quiet or loud : Loud... most of the time. But Im super quiet when necessary. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[R] Reasons to smile : Tons and tons of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[S] Single and ready to mingle? : Are u kidding me??? This question is super ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[T] Time you woke up : Today... 12 noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[U] Under the sea : Omg, I wud lurveeee to go scuba diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[V] Violent : If the "situation" needs me to, then yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[W] Worst habit : I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[X] X-rays you've had : When I was a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[Y] Your favourite animal : Pandas, dogs, cats, hamsters, rabbits, must I say more???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;[Z] Zodiac sign : Pig. Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have yelled at an inanimate object for "hurting" you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You have run into a glass/ screen door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. ( I had no idea it was still moving, okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You have run into a tree/bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You have been called a blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You know that it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;possible to lick your elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars have the same rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You sang them just to make sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen. ( I am clumsy at times.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So far : 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have seen the Matrix/ Star Wars and still don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have caught yourself drooling. ( Hahahahahahhahahaha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So far : 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have fallen asleep in class. ( I may look like Im awake, but Im not. Haha. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] Sometime you just stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] Sometimes when you are telling a story, you forget what you were talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So far : 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/ pocket the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So far : 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You report bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don't. ( Some of those are super scary, kays??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You break alot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You have fallen out of you chair before. (Many times ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture in the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] The word "um" is used many times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You say "what" and "huh?" alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;[X] You used a calculator to multiply your score for this quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Total : 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Multiplied by 3 : 57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am 57% retarded. Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, I shall end here for today. There are many more quizzes in Shalini the fabulous one's blog, but I will put them up here some other time. I have to go for that kiddy birthday party later, so yeahh.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Its gonna be super duper uber bor-inggg. That is why Im gonna bring my own entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;Yeaaaaah. Haha. Bye byeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-283948918118118684?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/283948918118118684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=283948918118118684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/283948918118118684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/283948918118118684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-still-super-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5947660329204269627</id><published>2009-04-11T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:55:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Super Excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nth. Coz this is gonna be real quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today is Black Saturday. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And tomorrow is... Easter Sunday. Yayayay. &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so maybe the name "Black Saturday" is only used by Catholics, like me, but yeah. So anyway, Im heading off to church super soon for the Easter Vigil. Okay, maybe not super soon, but in a few hours. Im dressed [in a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;new striped orange dress&lt;/span&gt;] and ready to go. I am excited, although I have no idea why. I think its coz its gonna be Easter Sunday tomorrow. Im going to church again tomorrow, for the Easter Sunday mass. I think that's wat its called. I already have my outfit planned. Haha. Another &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;new black and white dress.&lt;/span&gt; Woots. Haha. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I have to go for this kiddy birthday party tomorrow, and I am not, I repeat, am not, excited abt that. Urghhh. Well, gotta go. Byeeeees! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And an early Happy Easter to u people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-5947660329204269627?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5947660329204269627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5947660329204269627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5947660329204269627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5947660329204269627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-super-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2705038965273706950</id><published>2009-04-09T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:54:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Devastated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nothing. Coz I dont wanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh my gosh. Today was totally wth. Seriously. Todae is Maundy Thursday and then tomorrow is Good Friday. Then there's Easter Sunday... Yay. Anyways, today we had our last C Div netball match. The 4th one. And we lost. We had the first 3 comps last week frm Wed to Fri straight. And I dint play at all last week. Urghhh. We lost the first 3 matches. But we nearly won on Fri, against Bukit Merah Sec. There was like, 1 point diff I think. Then today we had the 4th one. Yeaps, and we lost. Boo Hoo. So yeah, today I played. Hallelujah. I played WD, hahaha.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Coach wanted to put me as GS, and I was like, "Omg, u cant be serious. I do not shoot accurately." But she made me try to be GS before the match started. And she cud see that yes, I sucked at being GS.&lt;/span&gt; Seems like Im strictly a mid-fielder. Haha. So yeah. Then the 1st quarter [out of 4] started. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Skip skip.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, there was one part of the match, I forgot which quarter that was, when some of the netballers fell. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then the opponent WA was like, laughing at us. I was sooooooooo dying to grab the ball and bash it in her face... &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. We lost in the end. But being good sports, we cheered the BVSS girls. Hah. Then we went back to school, via private bus, to celebrate YunQi's birthday. With a cake and stuff. I left school with Melissa when they started the cake smearing thing. I dint get smeared, yay me. Haha. Reached home arnd 7.30pm. Haish. Now blogging. Later gonna do tuition hw. Byessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2705038965273706950?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2705038965273706950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2705038965273706950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2705038965273706950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2705038965273706950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mood-devastated.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2649664928166225422</id><published>2009-04-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:00:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yay! My 50th post. Wonder why so excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Irritated and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Two Stars by Meaghan Martin [Idk why Im suddenly in love with that song...?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, Im darn tired. Wanna noe why???? Coz I got home late like, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whole week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Why? Netball. Stayed back on Monday and Tuesday for training. Wednesday to Friday we had competition. Haish. I feel so weird. Anyway, we lost the 3 matches against Chong Boon, Regent and Bukit Merah. But the irritating part was how close we got to winning today. Against Bukit Merah.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; It was like, 1 point difference.&lt;/span&gt; Haiyah... Nehmind, there's still another match next Thursday. Against ___. Sorry, I forgot. Anyway. Wth man. Im so proud of myself. Random much?? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Coz I did a good deed.&lt;/span&gt; Today, Coach actually wanted me to play as WD. But I gave the position to Julie. Then after first quarter, Julie dint wanna play anymore [I think] so she passed it to me. But then Melissa wanted to play so I gave the postition to her. She played the next three quarters. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See?? So kind rite?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Anyways. Im damn irritated. I shall not speak about it, coz just thinking abt it makes me hate myself like hell. But if ur really curious, ask me in person or smth. So yeah. Oh, and another great achievement. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I walked home from the MRT today. Yay me, coz I saved money...&lt;/span&gt; Lame, I noe, but at least Im helping... A little bit. I walked home like, 15mins straight when I cudve just taken the bus that will get me home in arnd 5mins. Yay. I shall end here coz Im so darn tired after all these netball shenanigans. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2649664928166225422?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2649664928166225422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2649664928166225422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2649664928166225422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2649664928166225422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-my-50th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-97680801311342466</id><published>2009-03-29T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:35:52.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Mixed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Get the Party Started by Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people. Went for a party yesterday. Kinda boring but at least my friends were there. We crapped about with the camera, tryna sneak pics of each other. I was ambushed by the camera. They kept tryna take pics of me. I wonder why. So I kept running away. Haha. I took some pics of me n my friends and the others. Gonna post em here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8xSjegDSI/AAAAAAAAADE/1BV1RVstT6k/s1600-h/Dassha%2520and%2520Trisha%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318523879778422050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8xSjegDSI/AAAAAAAAADE/1BV1RVstT6k/s320/Dassha%2520and%2520Trisha%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Dassha and Trisha - my friends with whom I crapped about with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8x46I8owI/AAAAAAAAADM/mVtciGeJa-0/s1600-h/Trisha%25202%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318524538697065218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8x46I8owI/AAAAAAAAADM/mVtciGeJa-0/s320/Trisha%25202%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Trisha and I were tryna take a pic of each other at the same tym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8yat19hHI/AAAAAAAAADU/a3APSY979iA/s1600-h/Me%2520and%2520Dassha%25202%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318525119511757938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8yat19hHI/AAAAAAAAADU/a3APSY979iA/s320/Me%2520and%2520Dassha%25202%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Me and Dassha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I shall post more later. Or whenever. Okays? Bye byeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&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/7907244092210000779-97680801311342466?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/97680801311342466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=97680801311342466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/97680801311342466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/97680801311342466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-mixed-listening-to-get-party.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8xSjegDSI/AAAAAAAAADE/1BV1RVstT6k/s72-c/Dassha%2520and%2520Trisha%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6424665375931096738</id><published>2009-03-27T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:38:52.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mood: Tired and Hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Listening to: Nothing. Im so not in the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday Momma!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yeaps. Its momma's birthdae... Freak, hevent finish her gift yet. Lols. Anyways, today is Friday slash PE day. Urgh. Dint go to the stadium today, some school was using the place. So yeah, had PE in school.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Mr Sim made us run 10 rounds arnd the basketball court.&lt;/span&gt; Then he made us do some fitness corner stuffs. Then he made us do shuttle run, for crying out loud. He made us group into 4 per group, but there were only 3 in mine. Wth, that meant someone had to run an extra round. Anyways, so we ran the first set. The second set, we had to run like, to the other end of the court, but before we reach there, we have to do some distances. Wth, I ran like crazy. Then the other people all so tired already, so I volunteered to run the extra part. Urgh, I was running like, not straight at all. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Was so tired.&lt;/span&gt; Then after that he told us to walk back to the parade square. On the way, I was like, "Omg, I cant breathe thru my nose properly." I was panicking. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I thot I was gonna faint or smth.&lt;/span&gt; Then Mr Sim made us do push ups. Urgh. I cudnt breathe right and u want me to do that???? So I only did abit. Then we were allowed to change. Then went for recess. After recess, had MT and History.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; Assembly was a total bore.&lt;/span&gt; I dont think anyone was actually paying attention? Then they gave out our ez-link cards. Then 1H went down to canteen for our MacDonalds treat. Haha. Then I went home, I was so exhausted. Detour-ed to Popular to get me the third book for my series. Eclipse!!! Breaking Dawn was totally sold out, I wanted to buy that. But yeah. Spent the rest of the afternoon painting my photo holder that Miss Hamizah let us bring home for keeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Later gonna go for a party, gotta go changeeee! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6424665375931096738?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6424665375931096738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6424665375931096738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6424665375931096738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6424665375931096738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-tired-and-hyper-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5171578285270029477</id><published>2009-03-23T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:54:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people. Just got back from school. Thot I'd post now instead of later, coz I mite not have the tym later. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today was the first day of term 2. Urghhhh. Saw all the other clique girls.&lt;/span&gt; And some of the cut their hair. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xiao Ying looks so cute with her new hairstyle. Totally suits her.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, first we had Science and Mrs Andrew introduced this new teacher, I forgot her name. Hahas, sorry. Anyway, then we had English, nth much. Then we had recess and I saw Nadirah and her friend. Then after recess was MT. Nth much there. Then we had Literature. Discussed abt the novel called Friedrich and we handed up our projects on that. Then we had Math. Groan. We went thru some of the homework... Then dismissal. Went to mrt with Eileen and saw that Grace was there. So went into the train with both of them. When I reached Yishun mrt, I saw Esther. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was like, "Omg, ESTHER!!!!" Haha.&lt;/span&gt; So then we walked off towards the bus interchange. Then I took the other bus instead of my usual bus coz Esther was using that bus. So frm bus stop I have to walk to my block. But I dont mind. At least I got to see Esther again. Haha. So... Yeah, I think I shud go do my hw now. I have to speed-type coz Im not supposed to be blogging rite now, but nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-5171578285270029477?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5171578285270029477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5171578285270029477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5171578285270029477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5171578285270029477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-people_23.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7192386892777954561</id><published>2009-03-22T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:06:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Tired and Happy and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: Hallelujah by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its officially the last day of the March hollies, boo hoo. But Im excited at the same tym, coz Ill be able to see my friends and that "sister" of mine, haha.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, the March hollies werent actually hollies coz there was so much homework and stuffs. Okay, wait, what was the homework???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) Math revision exercise 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) Literature project - Friedrich Scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3) E-portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay, I think Ive done everything.... Okay, come to think abt it, I dont think I was actually able to sleep in that much... Lols. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was so hectic!! Urgh.&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, I had CCA on Tuesday so I woke up arnd 10am. Then on Wednesday I had to meet up with Mel and Dillon to do the LangFest captions and had to meet them at 9am so I woke at arnd 7am. Then on Thursday, my family had to go to this place in Lavender to apply for Singapore Citizenship so we had to leave super early to get there supern early so I woke arnd 5am? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I noe, its insane. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Nth much interesting happened except we went out to Ikea and Courts this afternoon to look for new furniture. Haha. Yeah, and we were walking arnd for AGES and so now my feet hurt. Hahaha. Anyway, I gotta go off to do some stuffs and pack my bag for tomorrow so Bye Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7192386892777954561?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7192386892777954561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7192386892777954561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7192386892777954561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7192386892777954561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-tired-and-happy-and-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2385786779930506547</id><published>2009-03-20T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:50:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey people. Okay, I have changed my blogskin yet again. I dint like the one before this. To plain. But I really like this one. So Im keeping it. Anyways... Im gonna change my tagboard also. Soon. When Im done with my hw. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I finally finished the Literature book. I finished it in one day!!! Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; But that's not the shortest tym I took. Ive read books in shorter tyms. Haha. Okay, so now I can start handwriting those research things. Then Ill go transfer my Math answers to the notebook. Then I have to do that e-portfolio thingy. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank goodness my mom let me skip tuition today&lt;/span&gt;. So that I can finish everything, if possible. I wanna try and finish everything by today so that I can at least enjoy two days of my holidays. Haha. Will write more later or tomorrow. Byes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2385786779930506547?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2385786779930506547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2385786779930506547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2385786779930506547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2385786779930506547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-900595388228347225</id><published>2009-03-18T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:59:44.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay. Hey people. As u can see, Ive just changed my blogskin, but I dont really love it, so I think Ill change it again. Anyway, just talk abt my day(s). So yeah, yesterday was holiday but still had to go back to school for Netball. I shall not talk abt it that much but I shall give a super brief description. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was sheer torture. Coz we played in the scorching hot sun. Then coach made us do that thingy again, it was very painful when I was doing it, but now it doesnt hurt at all. Hmm... Must be used to it already...&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, todae left early in the morning to go to AMK Hub to meet Melody and Dillon to do the LangFest thing. So we finished abt an hour later then me n Melody walked arnd to see if Mini Toons is open, it wasnt so we left. Then I volunteered to do the uploading thingy. I did not noe that we had to do it in Chinese also so I took the job. So then I went to upload it and halfway thru, my friend told me must do it in Chinese also. So I was like, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Wat the hell, I dunno Chinese."&lt;/span&gt; So I got my friend to help me and then another friend when she came online.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you to Celine and Angel.&lt;/span&gt; Then after I published it, I went to check it out. No Chinese words. I was like &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Oh gosh!!!! Im so dead."&lt;/span&gt; But I dunno if in the end there were Chinese words coz I signed out soon after. So yeah. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im so sorry to those in my group if points get deducted. I am not Chinese and I cant understand Chinese...&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Well, I shall go back to blogskin-hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-900595388228347225?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/900595388228347225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=900595388228347225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/900595388228347225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/900595388228347225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2959289335945398221</id><published>2009-03-17T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:22:52.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is gonna be super short. I have officially changed my blogskin. Yay. I was bored so yeah. Haha. Will post more tomorrow. Byes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ps. Im gonna change the font colours to black soon, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2959289335945398221?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2959289335945398221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2959289335945398221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2959289335945398221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2959289335945398221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-gonna-be-super-short.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2967921516162067932</id><published>2009-03-16T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:48:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mood: Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Listening to: Nth. Not using the lappy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hi people!!! This post is gonna be short. I think. I finished the research part of my Lit hw now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yay!!!!&lt;/span&gt; But Ive still got some things left to do. Anyways. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am so bored so I will change this blogskin tomorrow or whenever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alrites??&lt;/span&gt; Okay, gotta go. Byeees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ps. Omg this post was soooo  super short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2967921516162067932?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2967921516162067932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2967921516162067932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2967921516162067932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2967921516162067932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5274233946788176276</id><published>2009-03-15T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:42:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Tired n bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: Nothing. Not in the mood, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people!!! Sorry I cudnt post yesterday, I was busy. Well, not really busy doing hw. I was just slacking n surfing the net. I have no idea y. Anyways, after that I got dragged off to some kind of "adults" meeting --&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; it was so freaking boring&lt;/span&gt;. N then, there was this little girl there, I dont noe how old she is, but I think she's arnd 2, kept on irritating me to death. I mean, hello?? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Little girls her age shud be cute, not destructive.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, do u have any idea wat she did??? She &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;spilt water on the side of my jeans, my book and my phone&lt;/span&gt;. She is just waaaay lucky my book had a plastic cover. If it left that place in a worse condition than it came, she wud be so dead. I mean, yow?? &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That book is super special, kays?&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, after that I finally gave up on reading while she was in the room. I managed to borrow her parents' lappy. Well, her older brother -hu's onli in Primary3 - lent it to me. Haha. Then I spent like, what? 2hours chatting online with Nadirah... and others. Then, finally, they served the food. I was like, starving at that point. They served the food at like, 10pm+??? The last tym I ate was 5hours earlier. Haish. Then after that, the adults talk talk talk somemore, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;left the place at 12.15am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I had been in that place since 6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Changed and stuff and went to sleep at 12.45am this morning. I woke up at 8.30am today&lt;/span&gt;, had to go to church. Then after that, we went out to go look for my brother's friend's birthday prezzie. Decided to go find a birthday prezzie too. I took like, arnd an hour to decide and buy the gift whereas my bro took 2 tyms longer than me. He dragged us off to AMK Hub just to get his friend a PSP game. Haish. Finally got home and ate my lunch. And damn, I got a freaking blister. He made us walk so much!! And hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My sneakers r not the best shoes to wear when walking arnd for a super long tym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I shall now post the picture Julie and I took with Nadirah before she left for her Dining Ettiquette thing. Here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SbzLl53tW-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Cz-iR-cTaOI/s1600-h/Jules,+Me+and+Nadirah.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313345512440421346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SbzLl53tW-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Cz-iR-cTaOI/s320/Jules,+Me+and+Nadirah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nadirah looks so cute in this photo.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah, Julie, if u r reading this, I sent this photo to u already thru email, kays? Okay, I think I shud start on my holies homework soon. Byeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SbzLl53tW-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Cz-iR-cTaOI/s1600-h/Jules,+Me+and+Nadirah.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-5274233946788176276?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5274233946788176276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5274233946788176276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5274233946788176276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5274233946788176276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-tired-n-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/SbzLl53tW-I/AAAAAAAAACc/Cz-iR-cTaOI/s72-c/Jules,+Me+and+Nadirah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5775884634704188944</id><published>2009-03-13T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:46:40.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Tired yet Hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: Forever and Always by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today is the last day of Term 1!!! Yay!!! Holidays r here!!! Today was also LangFest.&lt;/span&gt; Meaning, we had to go out to different places to take pictures!! But of curz, we had to be in groups. Anyway... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My class was assigned to go to BUGIS!!!!!!!!! Oh, My, Gosh, I love Bugis!! The ultimate shopping heaven... Bugis Junction!&lt;/span&gt; I was like, so excited when I found out yesterday when I was doing the first part of LangFest. Individual work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But, of course, we had to go to school before heading off to Bugis. This part is so boring, so Im skipping. *Skip skip skip. We were finally dismissed and we headed off to the MRT station. We took the train all the way to City Hall before transferring to another train heading the Bugis direction. Darn... The City Hall train was like, so cramped. I was squashed in between Xiao Ying and Christopher [ my freakishly tall classmate]. Then, when we got off the train, I was able to breathe... Then we transferred to the Bugis direction train. When we got there, the teacher briefed us on where to meet back and at wat tym. So yeah... Then we crossed the road to the front of Bugis Junction. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I saw so many cute outfits in Topshop on the way to the crossing. I was like, "Eeeekkk!!! This outfit is so cute! And this one too!!!" Seriously...&lt;/span&gt; Then finally we were allowed to wander around. So my group -- &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Xiao Ying, Me, Melody, Dillon and Darren Lee&lt;/span&gt; -- walked into Bugis Junction. We found all the photos we needed just before we needed to meet the rest. Then we headed off to Arab Street. Im not being racist, that was the street name! Then, my group wandered around with some other groups heading the way we were. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then, while we waiting for the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green man&lt;/span&gt; to go on, we spotted a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEAD BIRD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just beside the pavement. With its blood and guts coming out. It was too gory for me to enjoy. Whereas my other classmates actually took &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PICTURES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of it. Poor thing.&lt;/span&gt; It had probably been squashed by a car. Haha. Ew... Anyway, after head count again, we, as a class, went off to Raffles Hotel. Cool!!! And there, I saw so many boutiques... Expensive ones, might I add. I saw shops like, Louis Vuiton, Rolex, and some other uber posh shops there. I kept on walking towards the shop windows... And Melody and Xiao Ying had to keep pulling me away using my bag strap. Haha. Im that crazy over fashion. Haha. But I wudnt actually spend money on such bags, even super cute ones, that r that expensive. The smallest bag there wud probably cost $100 minimum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So anyway, after that, we went to City Hall n boarded the train there. We were actually on the same train as 1Devotion. N Mr Gary Tan was with them. We were like, "Shhh, Mr Gary Tan over there ehhh." Haha. We reached school at around 11.30am. Then we had to upload the photos we took using the teachers' lappys. We were supposed to queue at designated spots... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But then the lappy im our queue had no more battery. Okay, that was irritating... So we had to wait for a few minutes till another teacher came with another lappy. And then those girls in front of us took so &lt;em&gt;long &lt;/em&gt;to choose &lt;em&gt;SEVEN&lt;/em&gt; pictures...&lt;/span&gt; Haish. Then when we were done, we rushed up to the hall for something like a de-briefing session. Then they gave out our report cards before we were dismissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We were dismissed at 1pm but I stayed back till 1.30pm to see Nadirah. She was going for some kind of dining etiquette thingy so she had to dress up in smth formal. When she finally went down to the canteen, I was like, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"OMG... She looks so friggin cute in that dress!!!" And she really did. Her dress was green-ish. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She really looked cute and pretty and fabulous just like I knew she wud.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Then she asked her friend, hu looked totally cool in a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple dress&lt;/span&gt;, to take a photo of her with me and Juliana.&lt;/span&gt; Netball senior with her netball juniors... Haha. Then we waited arnd for Kartika... She looked fab in her dress. I forgot to wish her a "Happy Birthday" but nehmind. Ill sms her later. Then, they had to board the bus to go to the place so I left with Alicia. And now, Im home blogging. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-5775884634704188944?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5775884634704188944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5775884634704188944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5775884634704188944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5775884634704188944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-tired-yet-hyper-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2279284445947816352</id><published>2009-03-11T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:03:47.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mood: Mixed Emotions again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Listening to: Nothing... [Im not using the lappy while Im writing this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hey people! Today was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ICT day&lt;/span&gt;. Which is very &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt;, if u ask me. Seriously. Its so troublesome. Coz we have to do it in groups, which I dont oppose to. I mean like, hello?? We're supposed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;stay at home&lt;/span&gt; and do n I ended up having to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;go back to school&lt;/span&gt; just to do the stuff. Why? Coz the freaking mlg wont let me sign in. Haishh. So yeah. I went back to school. Reached there at 7am. Had to go for assembly so we sang school song. Hahah. Then after that, we went off to the computer lab to start doing. I tried to sign into the mlg, I cant! Then I asked QianYi to help me type. Coz maybe I did smth wrong. So she typed it out n pressed enter, n I was in!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you God for QianYi!!!&lt;/span&gt; So then, we started doing. Onli the 2 of us, out of 4, were awake at that tym, so we started doing History. We were about to finish when Alicia came online. But we told her we were nearly done so she dint have to do anything for History. By then it was 9.55am. QianYi had to go for training frm 10 to 12. So she left me to do her work for her [she is group leader]. Then, since we [Alicia n I] cudnt get into Science, we skipped it n went onto Math. To my horror, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt;. So anyway, halfway thru question 2, Fiona came online. So then I asked both of them to help me answer the questions. N, this is the irritating n frustrating part, I dont think they were actually that focused. I kept nagging at them to just give me the damn answer n they kept on telling me to relax. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hello??? I want to go home and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;. At the tym, I dint give a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freak &lt;/span&gt;abt watever else. I just wanted to get&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Just as they were finally giving me an answer, someone comes up to me n asks me to help him get his History powerpoint downloaded. Urghhh. Okay, can we just skip this part? Just thinking abt it makes me irritated again. At arnd 11.30, the teacher said we had to get off the coms coz a class had to use it. They told us to come back at 1.20. So I went to the hall to watch QianYi n Prischelle do gym. Then we went down to the canteen for lunch. Then, since we still had 20mins to spend, we went to the "fitness corner" n just sat arnd there. Then we went back to the computer lab. Thineesh told me he cud do the Science so QianYi n I tried it. Yes, we cud. But I told her I had the answers to all the Math stuff already, so she told me to type it out n submit it using her name while she started on the Science. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Alicia n Fiona were totally offline/"missing in action".&lt;/span&gt; So we just did wat we cud and then at arnd 3.30, the teacher told us to switch off the com. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Translation: Go home.&lt;/span&gt; So we decided we'll just re do the Science coz we cudnt save it. So then I went home with Grace. But at the canteen, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I saw WeiDi n Johanna n their friends selling ice-cream!!!&lt;/span&gt; So I went to go buy before we left. We sat at the busstop till I finished my ice-cream then we hopped on the bus instead of just taking the train. Nearer... Haha. So then I got home n&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; slacked&lt;/span&gt; for all I care. I was still too irritated to just sleep. Heh. I actually intended to start on my hollies homework, but Im too lazy rite now. Maybe after dinner... Mom n Dad arent at home. Just me n my bro. So yeah. Well, I might as well start trying to do smth "productive"/ maybe do homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2279284445947816352?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2279284445947816352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2279284445947816352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2279284445947816352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2279284445947816352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-mixed-emotions-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1601126889009155162</id><published>2009-03-10T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:29:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Mixed Emotions today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: You're Not Sorry by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hiya people!!! Im so freaking tired today... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Netball training was intense.&lt;/span&gt; Everything today was kinda boring-ish... I mean like, seriously. Nth much happened except that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;before History, Brian found a cockroach n killed it before picking it up with its feelers n "teaching it how to walk". Then someone, I think it was Wei En, hit Brian's hand that was holding the cockroach, which made Brian drop the dead cockroach.&lt;/span&gt; It went down down down to the first floor. We were on the third floor, btw. Thank goodness it dint hit anyone's head. That wud be totally gross... It ended up dead in the drain... N the onli other non-boring-ish thing that happened was during netball. Coach wanted to demonstrate a new pass. Then she wanted me to block Faith when she throws the ball at her. Then she threw &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so hard&lt;/span&gt; I cudnt catch it and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it went SMACK on my cheek&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh. That hurt. Then she [Coach, okay? Not Faith] threw again very hard n &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;went SMACK on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;.... Goshhhh. The rest of the training was sheer torture... Well, not really torture. Just &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alot of pain inflicted unintentionally&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Mrs Goh just called me, regarding my "difficulty in logging onto the freaking mlg". So yeah. She told me that when she used my account on her computer, she cud log on. But then, after she hung up, I tried it n I cudnt even get in. Gahhh. That means I gotta go back to school. Oh, n btw, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my other hamster died&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let's spend a moment in silence... Haha. Joking. *says a little silent prayer for my dear hamster n then goes back to the com*&lt;/span&gt; This tym, the hamster was not "brutally murdered" by someone. He died a natural death. Coz his little leg had been broken since a few weeks ago... My other hamster was "brutally murdered" coz... Just ask me personally wat happened. But, he was not really "brutally murdered", I was just emphasizing. Haha. He died a natural death. Like the one that died today. This one died coz its leg was broken. Poor thing. So yeah. This one wasnt even a year old yet! Oh well... I mite as well start on all the holiday homework... So that I can blog more during the holies. Byeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1601126889009155162?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1601126889009155162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1601126889009155162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1601126889009155162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1601126889009155162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-mixed-emotions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1342199630866349434</id><published>2009-03-07T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:13:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Lazing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: That's What You Get by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lalalalalala!!! Im still down with the flu n cough. I thank God my sore throat's gone. My muscles ain't aching even tho we had jogathon yesterday. Im used to the running now. Haha. Speaking of jogathon, I was intending to post about that, so yeah. Anyway, yesterday morning I met up wit some people frm my class so that we could all go to the AMK park together. But then, my card had no money, so I went back to the MRT to "top it up". I went with Elena. When we got back to the meeting place, only Prischelle was left. She got the rest to board the bus... She was waiting for some other people. When everyone meeting us came, we boarded the bus. Actually, "boarded" was the wrong word. We pretty much squeezed in. Haha. Anyway, when we got there, they started the jogathon an hour later... Wait. Was it an hour later? I dunno. I was too busy talking with my frenz. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So anyway, I ran the beginner route ;D I came in 19th place out of the Sec1 and Sec2 girls. Yay! Then we went back to school.... There was alot of food. They had ice cream too! So anyway, it was arnd an hour later that the games were starting, so we just lazed arnd in the canteen, doing nth.&lt;/span&gt; Then finally they started the games. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ChinWoon, Juliana, Elena and I went for pick-up sticks. Haha. I played with Melissa frm 1F. I got trashed. I have to admit, I absolutely SUCK in that game. My hand's too shaky. Lol.&lt;/span&gt; I only went for that game coz it doesnt take much time. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then I went to go get ICE-CREAM with ChinWoon!!&lt;/span&gt; The rest of the clique split up for the different games. We headed off to the parade square. Saw Eileen n Jocelia there. Mr Gary Tan walked past n said there was netball at the basketball courts. Eileen n I wanted to go see so we went there. ChinWoon watched people get dunked while we were away, I think. We saw Nadirah n Kartika n the rest there. We watched awhile as the upper sec played. There was alot of stepping. But then, they dont really play netball, so they dunno. After awhile, we went back n watched with ChinWoon as more people get dunked. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;By that tym, my ice cream had been devoured. Lol. So then we sat arnd with Jocelia at the parade square.&lt;/span&gt; Then ChinWoon, Eileen n I went to the hall coz there was air con there. When we got there, Denicia was there. So then I asked her to play Bella's Lullaby for me. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh, she knew both versions. She played every note perfectly. I was humming the notes as she played them.&lt;/span&gt; I so regret quitting piano when I was younger. Then we watched as some of the 1H people play Moon Ball against other classes. Gosh, 1H rocks! Then we were told to go to the hall, but ChinWoon n I were already there... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then Christyn n Jocelia told us that the vice-principal got dunked!!! But that cost 400 bucks. I shud've seen that! Anyway, true enuff, when the vp came into the hall, her hair was wet!!&lt;/span&gt; Then we had awards for the various blah blahs. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1HUMILITY won overall champion for the Sec1s!!! Wheeee! Then Mr Gary Tan said we got the highest points in the whole school!!!! Yay. So happy!&lt;/span&gt; After that, came dismissal time. Went home. Had tuition. The rest of the day was boring. Gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1342199630866349434?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1342199630866349434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1342199630866349434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1342199630866349434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1342199630866349434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-lazing-around.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-1660371932006068094</id><published>2009-03-05T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:50:14.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Freaking tired and in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: Love Song by Sara Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yow people. I just got back from school [coz of Netball] arnd an hour ago. Yeah, I noe, very late. Haizzz... So sad. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Onli 4 Sec 1s were present.&lt;/span&gt; The rest had some dunno-wat-excuse. Some of them had to go cheer on the basketball people. So anyway, first we did running. Then the coach made us do stretching. Then she made the C Division do passing. Then this kind of running on ur tiptoes thingy... Like, must do that very fast. Then she made us do this uber complicated game. At first, only the C Div was playing. But then she made the B Div join us. So it was so frigging confusing. Haha. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyway, I got my History common test results today. Finally. I got 21/30!!!! Omg. Cher said that that was the highest score. Another person got the same as me. So happy. Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I havent posted a picture of the Clique yet. So Im posting now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sa-6OB9RhYI/AAAAAAAAABk/nu-hqODARiY/s1600-h/The+Clique+%5BFormal%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309667235899475330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sa-6OB9RhYI/AAAAAAAAABk/nu-hqODARiY/s320/The+Clique+%5BFormal%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shall I introduce them? Yes? Okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Front row [left to right]:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amanda, Alessandra, Prischelle, Jocelia and Alicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Second row [left to right]:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chin Woon, Xiao Ying and Melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Third row [left to right]:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mrs Andrew (form teacher), Elena, Juliana, Qian Yi, Me and Fiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;* First row is the row nearest to the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So now u have seen wat my cool frenz look like. And, well, my form teacher. So, anyway, now Im having sore throat, flu n cough. Gah. Its so horrible. Coughing n then sniffing. Yeesh. I mite as well go do homework so that I dont have to do anything during the weekend. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Btw, tomorrow is the jogathon. Im 50% looking forward to it and 50% not looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt; I wonder y. Is it just coz Im uber tired now? Or is it my dislike for running too much? Oh, I dont noe. Well, gotta go. Byeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sa-6OB9RhYI/AAAAAAAAABk/nu-hqODARiY/s1600-h/The+Clique+%5BFormal%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-1660371932006068094?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/1660371932006068094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=1660371932006068094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1660371932006068094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/1660371932006068094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/03/mood-freaking-tired-and-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sa-6OB9RhYI/AAAAAAAAABk/nu-hqODARiY/s72-c/The+Clique+%5BFormal%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-4327114123563871308</id><published>2009-02-27T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:45:51.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mood: Freaking Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listening to: Songs by the BCP [they're good!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi hi!!! I wanna write my mood n song like Shalini does. Coz it sounds fun to do. Haha. That part [the mood n song thing] is Shalini's. I just feel like writing it now also. Hahah. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway, we dint have swimming this P.E lesson. Hallelujah!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Instead, we're doing track n field. Which I already knew wud be sheer torture. Haha. Today, the cher made us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;run 2 rounds&lt;/span&gt; arnd the YCK track. Then, when we were done, he allowed us to take a 3min break, after which he told us to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;run 3 freaking rounds&lt;/span&gt;. Already so tired. What?? That track was &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BIG!!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, after that, cher taught us how to do the proper position when ur starting a race. Hahah. Then he let us rest for awhile. Then he made us do "warm up excersise". He even made us do stepping. I think that's wat it's called. Lol. Anyway, after that, went back to school and changed there. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The rest of the day was a freaking bore. Gosh, my legs hurt a little.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, now wanna go do smth else... Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-4327114123563871308?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/4327114123563871308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=4327114123563871308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4327114123563871308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/4327114123563871308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/mood-freaking-tired-listening-to-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7129160169017631197</id><published>2009-02-26T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:13:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi people. I just got back from school 45mins ago... I stayed back today even tho I have no netball today. It starts next week. I stayed back to help with the class banner making for the jogathon blah blah. Some guys n some members of the clique were there. The others started drawing out the design in pencil. I told them I will help with the painting. So then we started painting... A good 2hrs passed by so quickly... Then arnd 4.30pm, I went to the bathroom to wash the brush. Then I came back. Knelt on the floor to start on work again. Then, since the word was so big, I moved to the right. Then I lifted up my knee... Felt smth sticky. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I looked down n saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE PAINT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; covering my whole knee.&lt;/span&gt; Rushed off to the bathroom to wash it off. The paint was like, dripping down. Omg. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I looked down again to see the extent of the paint, the paint was already soaked in my sock. I was like "FREAK lahhh...". I grabbed dunno how much tissue, wet it with a lil water, n tried to wipe the paint off. I managed to get off 95% of the paint on my leg. But the paint on my shoe n sock was hopeless... My sock was stained blue!!!&lt;/span&gt; I tried pulling down my sock to try n hide most of it, n failed miserably. Blue cud still be seen. I gave up n went back out. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Who spilt the freaking paint?!?!" I was like, totally irritated. Everyone totally pointed at Kenneth.&lt;/span&gt; To Kenneth: U r so dead. Just hope that I will be able to wash off the damn paint off my skirt n sock. Ur lucky that I have an extra pair of shoes so that I can wash my current one. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gahhhh!!! Im so friggin irritated.&lt;/span&gt; After that, went home with XiaoYing n Chrysler. I was like, totally freaked out by the idea of walking in public with a blue-paint-covered sock. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even my blouse had a few faint smudges...&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I better get back to washing that sock. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine -- Irritated to death right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7129160169017631197?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7129160169017631197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7129160169017631197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7129160169017631197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7129160169017631197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people_26.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2507686800263577407</id><published>2009-02-25T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:36:19.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people. My common tests r officially&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; O-V-E-R&lt;/span&gt;!!!! My last test was on Monday... History. I got some of my test results already. Omigawsh, I did so frickin badly... Well, at least &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I passed my Math. Hallelujah!!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I got 31/43 for Math. 23/25 for Literature. Science [was very badly done] I got 28.5/40. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gawsh, that frickin dichotomous key killed me.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. It was like, 8 marks. N I dint get the full. Sheesh. Anyway, I have no hw today. Miracle, yes, I noe. So Ill do this quiz I found while I was at Shalini's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1) What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Justine!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2) Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Huamin. Gawsh, I love that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3) Do you like your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No.... I love 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4) What's your hobby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmm... Highing, reading Twilight series, blah de blah de blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5) What's your favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Purple!!! Baby pink, baby blue also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6) Your PSLE score?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;232. Sad, I noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7) Ever got lost in your primary school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even when I was ridiculously new, I &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;got lost.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8) Your first A* subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I got an A* for Math once. And then English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9) Ever played Maplestory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah. Lost my account password tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10) Name a friend from alphabets A-Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A- Alicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B- Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;C- Carolyn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D- Denicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E- Elena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;F- Fiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G- Genevieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;H- Hadassha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I- Isabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;J- Jocelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K- Kartika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;L- Ling Na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;M- Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N- Natthida!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P- Prischelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q- Qian Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S- Shalini!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;T- Trisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;V- Vanessa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W- Wei Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;X- Xiao Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y- Yu Qi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Z- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11) How are you related to A [Alicia]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My fellow clique member from 1H. 1H rocks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12) Do you like B [Benjamin]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As a primary school classmate, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13) What do you like about C [Carolyn]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everything. She's my beloved classmate from 6A1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14) What's special about D [Denicia]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's a councillor plus my class guardian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15) Describe E [Elena].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's a fellow clique member plus Twilight fan like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16) Is F [Fiona] smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah. She got the highest score for English CT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17) What words come into your mind when you think of G [Genevieve]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Catz classmate, random. Haha. No offence Gen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;18) Do you fight with H [Hadassha]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;19) How do you know I [Isabelle]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One is my niece. One is my mom's friend's daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20) What's special about J [Jocelia]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's fun plus she likes Twilight too! She draws very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21) Is N [Natthida] random?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah. Sometimes. She's my good friend from primary school. We go high together alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22) Describe R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;23) Who is V [Vanessa]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of my fave primary school friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24) Say something funny about X [Xiao Ying].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She looks so cuh-ute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25) Is this quiz fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nope. But at least I got smth to do. For awhile, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tag 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Finally, Ive finished the frickin quiz. The whole tym I was typing this, I was chatting with 3 people. Now&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; is what I call multi-tasking. Yay! Ive got D&amp;amp;T 2mr. Can slack abit. N talk to people non-stop. No offence, cher!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2507686800263577407?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2507686800263577407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2507686800263577407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2507686800263577407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2507686800263577407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people_25.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7851607019750212913</id><published>2009-02-18T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:38:46.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh. Hey people. I was like, so freaking tired today. Anyway, I had my Science common test today. That was... very, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;crap-ish&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. Coz I totally sucked at the last freaking question. Abt dichotomous key. We had to classify some stuff. Yeesh, man. Anyway, 2mr is MT day. I have no MT, so yeah. I dint study much today. We're gonna do practical for D&amp;amp;T 2mr. A lil excited... Lol. And maybe cher will tell us how much we got... Gahh. Not looking forward to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Anyway, I was like, blog hopping, and since I was kinda getting bored, I went to the Twilight Guide Website. And found out the rumours r spreading that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hillary Duff n Madonna n Dakota Fanning and Vanessa Hudgens &lt;/span&gt;want to be in New Moon. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I noe I like Hillary, but I cant imagine her in the movie. Same goes to Madonna. Isnt she a lil too old??? Oh, n I heard Vanessa Hudgens wants to play Leah Clearwater in the movie. NO WAY. She has too much HSM in her. No offence to Vanessa fans. They're gonna spoil the whole thing!!!&lt;/span&gt; Maybe Dakota can pull it off tho. Playing little Jane from the Volturi. Lol. Anyway, mite as well go. Bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Btw, Xiao Ying, get well super soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7851607019750212913?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7851607019750212913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7851607019750212913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7851607019750212913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7851607019750212913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-7280332983411356217</id><published>2009-02-17T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:23:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi people. Sorry, my I locked my blog awhile. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Coz some freak impersonated me n put disgusting stuff at my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt; But I have started inviting people. So, yeah. Let's start from.... Saturday. Okay, Saturday was V'Day eve. So, instead of going to the bbq at school, I went out with my mom n bro to eat out. Wheeee!!! Pizza. Haha. The whole tym we were eating, I was like having a very long conversation with my senior on the phone... Via sms. Lol. That was the only interesting thing that happened on Saturday. Moving on to Sunday. Went for mass then went for Catechism class. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shalini was MIA/ no show. No offence to u, Shalini.&lt;/span&gt; However, someone&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;showed up. She shall remain nameless, but she was from my primary school also. I kind of dislike her, coz all she can talk abt with me is her "crush". Tsk. The guy doesnt even noe she exists!!! Anyway, yeah. Wat happened in Catechism class later on was... Very, ummm... I shall not say anymore of wat happened, it was tooo yukk. Ask me personally if u want. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then I spent the rest of the afternoon baking cookies!!&lt;/span&gt; Lol. I was so bored, I got my mom to let me bake cookies. Actually, she was supposed to be the one doing the baking, but I was so bored!!! So anyway, on to Monday. Monday we had &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;English common test&lt;/span&gt;. The comprehension passage was... Ummm... A lil on the tough side... But, yeah. The rest of the day was boring. Tuesday!!! No netball practice... So sad. Had &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Math common test&lt;/span&gt;. I was abt to "die" before. But during the test, I was fine... Tho there were a few unwanted butterflies in my stomach. Lol. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;One of the questions was asking for rational numbers... Then I was like, "What the freak?? Crap, I forgot what are rational numbers.."&lt;/span&gt; But I did it anyway. Shhh, dont tell my Math cher. The rest of the day, nth nice actually happened... I just finished studying for Science... Now Im blogging n chatting at the same tym. Muti-tasking is one of my fortes... Lol. Might as well re-read the textbook. Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine -- the real one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-7280332983411356217?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/7280332983411356217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=7280332983411356217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7280332983411356217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/7280332983411356217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people_17.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2631083653651683215</id><published>2009-02-13T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:57:25.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi people. It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; eve. So, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Vday&lt;/span&gt; to u, in advance. Anyway, enuff of Vday. Today was kinda boring... Went swimming, coz its Friday. Then, the instructor release us sooooo late. So we girls were like, later than usual to get into the bathrooms. Wadaheck. Then the girls from the another school &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;took A-G-E-S&lt;/span&gt;. Which was like, totally, wadaheck... So, it was like, 9.45, n we were still &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WAITING&lt;/span&gt; for our turn. I wudve been done by then if not for the crowd... So, rush rush. Omg. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My hair was soooooo dry. N tangled. Coz its dry.&lt;/span&gt; So then we had MT, then English. Then we had assembly. Assembly was smth like a Total Defence Day quiz thingy. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They held us back till 1pm. We were supposed to be released at 12.45!!!&lt;/span&gt; But it doesnt make a diff to me, coz I had to stay back for some kind of survey. Abt physcological stuff. Like, if u ever do self harm slash hurting urself purposely, but not to die. Then, after survey, went down with Elena, Juliana and Eileen. Then ate lunch with Alex, Prischelle and Juliana. While eating, I realized my freaking art file was still in Xiao Ying's locker. So I went up to third floor with Juliana. Then went home. Bathe, n then fell asleep. I had a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;head-splitting headache&lt;/span&gt;. I think its coz I tied up my hair when it was still wet. But wat can I do? Its a school, later get scolded by DM for not tying up hair. Lol. Im still having headache, but its better than this afternoon. So woke up at arnd 6pm. Had dinner, now blogging. But now, I think I better start on my freak homework. Oh, yeah, Im not going for the bbq tomorrow -- my school is holding one, coz its VDay. I think that's the reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Rolls her eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2631083653651683215?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2631083653651683215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2631083653651683215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2631083653651683215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2631083653651683215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people_13.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2086990692518671290</id><published>2009-02-12T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:17:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi people. Darn, Im tired. My leg n shoulder still hurt. Even tho netball training had been 2 days ago. We dint have netball todayy, thanks goshness. But then very sad... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Netball is so funn.&lt;/span&gt; And we have this&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; freaking "jogathon" on the 6th of March&lt;/span&gt;... And netball is actually helping my stamina. Lol. I suck at running. I think. So anyway, nth much to write abt todayy... Except that I had Design n Tech test. When I got to school this morning, people told me we had to study Chpt 14 also... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was like, "Arghhhhh!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; I onli studied Chpt 6 n 7. Coz no one told me... But that part wasnt tested at all... So I survived... Oh yeah, after school, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the clique&lt;/span&gt; decided to dedicate a song to the 1Humility people. Plus song. Lol. So, we chose&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Love Story by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;. Coz its gonna be VDay soon. We waited awhile. Then the DJ read out our message. But nvr play the song. It was getting a lil late so I told Alicia to see if they play the song, coz she had choir [I quit already, yay!].  So then I went home. Then when I got home, I watched the &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Grammy Awards&lt;/span&gt;. It was a freaking 3 hours. The first 2/3 of it was not very boring. But I realized I was falling asleep, n there was still an hour to go. Yeah. So I fast forwarded it to the good parts... So now Im blogging. And now, Im ending my blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2086990692518671290?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2086990692518671290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2086990692518671290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2086990692518671290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2086990692518671290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people_12.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-3496188125205449736</id><published>2009-02-11T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:58:54.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey people. Sorry never posted yesterday. Was too freaking tired to do so. Reason: I had netball. N we had like, some sort of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;intensive training&lt;/span&gt;. With the passing n stuff. My leg hurt like crazy. Coz during match -- they gave me &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GK&lt;/span&gt; again -- someone thru the ball so hard, n it went downwards -- I cudnt catch it quick enuff -- n&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; hit my leg full force&lt;/span&gt;. The pain like, travelled to my whole freaking leg. Then, when we had the second "&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;intensive training&lt;/span&gt;", the ball &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hit my shoulder. Full force&lt;/span&gt;. Again. So now, both my leg n shoulder hurt like crazy. Then after netball, Kartika asked us for our jersey name. I was stuck between &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"J.M"&lt;/span&gt; [my initials] n &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Justine".&lt;/span&gt; But I chose "Justine" instead. So anyway, got home arnd 6.30pm plus. Bathe n had dinner. Then headed straight for homework. I had Science n Math. I was so darn tired, but I was awake enuff to try n do my homework properly. Then, I still had to study for Literature class test -- that reminds me, I better go re-read my Design n Tech, Ive got class test 2mr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okayyy, so... Today I was feeling &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;totally freaked up n retarded&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder y. Tho I have thos bizzare theory abt the craziness. Haha. So anyway, had Lit test, then came Math. When teacher asked for people to come do the homework on the board, I happened to look at Elena's notebook. N I saw that her answers were totally diff frm mine. I was like "How come u do diff questions???" Then she said, "What?? Ex 3.3 wat." Then I looked at mine. "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Drat&lt;/span&gt;." I realized I did the wrong exercise!!! Omg. Then I told the teacher "Ummm... I did the wrong exercise." But he just said nevermind, but he told me do one question on the board. I knew how to do it. Then I was like, "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Drat drat drat&lt;/span&gt;" the whole time till lesson ended. At least he dint give me punishment or DC or smth. So then we had MT. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Skip skip skip&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I reached Yishun, I headed off to Popular to go buy some stuff. Then went to the bus interchange. Then after a few minutes, I saw Meera walking with her friend, or so I thot. Then I looked away for a sec to see if my bus came already. When I looked back at Meera, her fren was gone. Then she [Meera] saw me. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then she told me Esther was on the bus. I was like, "Esther?!?!? Where, where?!!?!?"&lt;/span&gt; She said she was on the bus. I asked Meera if Esther was the one walking with her n she said yes. I was like, "Wow. I dint recognize her." Darn it, I was so close to talking to her. She hadnt come on the day everyone went back. Coz she had soccer n basketball tryouts. So yeah. Then went home. Read Twilight abit, then did homework. Then dinner. Then read abit again -- &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;omg, the meadow scene is so cool&lt;/span&gt;. Then studied for Design n Tech. Now blogging. Later gonna read my Design n Tech stuff again. Wow. This post is so long. Hahahaha. Mite as well stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ps: To Trisha: I did not say I am bored in this post. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pps: This post seems to be very colourful... Long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-3496188125205449736?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/3496188125205449736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=3496188125205449736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3496188125205449736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3496188125205449736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people_11.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-8483009758058314663</id><published>2009-02-09T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:45:27.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi people. Im bored. Have finished hw... Except Literature. But that's due on Wed, so, yeah. Haha. Okay, since I have nth better to do, Ill tell u abt my day today. Okay, let's start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This morning woke up a lil later that usual. Okayy, maybe 5mins later than usual. Then I followed my usual morning routine. Eat breakfast, shower, whatever else... Then went down to the bus stop. Saw that Fred n Jia Ying were already there. Which means Im late... Coz I always get to the bus stop before Fred does -- Fred n Jia Ying are ex-classmates. So anyway, thank goshness the bus came quickly. Then blah blah blah. Get to the MRT Station... Saw Grace there. So, me, Grace n Fred board the train... Talk talk abit. Then Grace n I alighted already. Then skip skip skip -- assembly part. Then went off for English. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alex told me that I was English rep. Wadaheck. I told her, no way. But she said she ask cher already.&lt;/span&gt; So I just groaned. Then went for Art. Finally the cher came. So had lesson, must colour our cropped [coverpage] image. Then before we went for recess, &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Xiao Ying, Mel, Julie n I&lt;/span&gt; went to Xiao Ying's locker. She help me put my art stuff inside. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Thank you Xiao Ying!!!&lt;/span&gt; Then recess... Then Math. Before Math, I saw Nadirah... So talk abit. Then cher come already. Then Science. Then Music. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Argh, I was really scared for Music. Scared the teacher tell me to sing the Chinese part of the school song. Im not Chinese, so I dunno.&lt;/span&gt; But she seemed to have forgotten abt that. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I survived...&lt;/span&gt; Then Mother Tongue. Was so bored. Got nth to do. Im exempted.. Hehe. So then went home. But before I went home, I passed by Northpoint Popular. Coz Namirah, another ex-classmate, told me she saw Twilight the book there. So I was like, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. So I went up to Popular n there it was... So I grabbed a copy n bought it. Nyeh heh. Then went home. Btw, although Ive read all four books, I still wanna buy the books. Coz that tym I borrow from my dearest Shalini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks, dearest Shalini!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow. Realized I used so many "So"s. Haha. Nevermind. Till then, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-8483009758058314663?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/8483009758058314663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=8483009758058314663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/8483009758058314663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/8483009758058314663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people_09.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6262556455746135064</id><published>2009-02-07T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:24:47.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi people. Again. Again. Haha. Im soooooo bored. Now really nobody at home. Mom went out. Wont be back till 6pm plus. I spent dunno how long just trying to find the Twilight full movie online. The website I went to last tym got smth wrong. Haizzz.... Tried to find it on youtube, nth except the trailers. Arghhh!!! Anyway. Ill just do this quiz.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think this will help u get to noe me. I think that's the freaking purpose.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Listening to music, doing homework, dying of boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Do you ever turn handphone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- No, unless its absolutely dead n unless Im in church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I was sleeping???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. What kind of songs do you appreciate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- It all depends on my mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeahhh... I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. What do you want in your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno. Watever I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Obviously, I wud carry an umbrella. But more often that not, I get caught in the rain when I dont have an umbrella OR a jacket...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My teddy bears!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Shorts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. What's the nicest thing in your inbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- The email my fren sent me, saying Im her close fren... Other than that, I dunno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Never been in a relationship, except with family n my good frenz [girls]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- No. Sorry, I dont like to borrow unless its an emergency...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13. What's the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- In the cinema, TWILIGHT!!!! At home, "The Mask Of The Ninja"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Many things. Like my Scrabble trophy n my frenz n family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Merry Christmas... My phone was still brand new then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16. What was the last song you sang to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Im singing along with my music now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17. Do you have a nicknames? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Dunno. Except that HuiQing has a nickname for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18. What does your last text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My friend asking me if I was going for catechism 2mr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Arnd 12.30am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- No. Im bored to death right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21. Who gives you the best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Usually, my mom does. But sometyms its just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Eeew. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23. Who did you talk to on the phone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Juliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24. Is something bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. I havent done my Literature homework...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25. What/ Who was last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- A youtube video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Juliana. She called me again after a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. When my pet died. And when graduation day was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Acting like he's/she's all that. Annoying, irritating, selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- No. Unless you're talking abt actors. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- OMG. R u serious?!?! Of curz NOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;32. What's the colour of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- White. Makes it look bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying, " Talk is cheap"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Me... N my teddy bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My mom. And my teddy bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;37. Did you see the last person you kissed recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. My mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- What kind of idiotic question is this? Of curz. If I dint, I wudnt be writing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;39. Who is currently the most important in your life? Name 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- First of all, GOD. Followed by my family. Then my friends. I have alot of friends n family members... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Catchy n nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- One of the important people Ive always dreamed of meeting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I just smiled a second ago coz of my friend's text message. Heyy... I got it after I typed that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. Alot. Plus my hair... Tho that was few weeks before New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Love Song by Sara Bareilles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;45. Are you talking to someone while writing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- There's nobody home, except me... N yeah, I talk to myself sometyms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;46. Do people think you're lovable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno. Ask them. Not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. Many. One of them is: Practice makes perfect. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;48. Do you want someone that you can never have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. She's a fictional character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. The piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;50. What's the worst idea you've had this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno... Ive had many stupid ideas this week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;51. What were doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I was using the laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. I dont have a love life. Which means I can focus on studies first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;53. What song best describes your love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno. I told u!! I dont have a love life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;54. Does the person know you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. My friends noe I love them. As friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;55. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My fab friends, my bro n dad. Especially my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;56. Do you speak other languages other than English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Yeah. Im Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;57. Favourite websites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Many many many...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;59. What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Im human.... Female...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;60. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno... Im too young to die... Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;61. Where have you been to today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- At home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;62. What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno... Depends on my mood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;63. Who are you missing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My primary school teachers n friends... And my relatives all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;64. If you had to choose between your friend and your lover, who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My friend, of curzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;65. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Blogging, listening to music, text messaging... Dying of boredom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;66. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Huamin Primary. OMG. I miss my friends from HMPS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;67. Name three colours that you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Purple, pink, black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;68. What emotion do you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- My craziness.... N happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;69. What is your life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I dunno... Important....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There. I finally finished it!!! Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6262556455746135064?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6262556455746135064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6262556455746135064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6262556455746135064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6262556455746135064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people_07.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-5437293683457018142</id><published>2009-02-07T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:48:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi again, people. I finally found a blogskin that when I preview, it wont got berserk on me. Gawsh, that took like, nearly an hour [to find a cute blogskin]. Then another long tym to fix it up. Hahaha. Its not as cute as my Twilight blogskin tho. But it'll have to do. I will fix up the posts another day. Now, I wanna watch Twilight or smth. Ahahaha. Hope u like the blogskin. Please tell me wat u think abt it on my tagboard -- which is going to be really dead sooon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-5437293683457018142?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/5437293683457018142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=5437293683457018142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5437293683457018142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/5437293683457018142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-again-people.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-9150910944398597842</id><published>2009-02-07T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:35:16.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hi people. Okay. Now Im &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; bored. Nobody's home... Except my mom. So yeah. I dunno how I survived since 1.30pm. I dint have to die of boredom this morning coz &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I woke up at 12.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I slept at like, what? 12 midnight. I dont have a good [n new] book to read. Ive done my homework, math anyway. I havent done my Literature hw. Which is to write a poem..... Darn. Im getting hungry. Anyway, maybe Ill just try changing my blogskin... Hope this tym, my freak of a computer will actually do wat I tell it to. Maybe when Im done, n still bored, Ill go watch &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Or Ill go post a quiz here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-9150910944398597842?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/9150910944398597842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=9150910944398597842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/9150910944398597842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/9150910944398597842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2766058266739931960</id><published>2009-02-06T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:59:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey people. First of all, I wud like to sae&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Happy Birthday to Dearest Shalini!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, n Hairi too. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hairi.&lt;/span&gt; Btw, to those hu dont noe Shalini n Hairi, eg: My PHS friends, they're my ex-classmates. Darn. Did I just say EX-classmates?!?! Ahhh!!! Anyway, continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had PE/Swimming. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Groans*&lt;/span&gt; . So yeah. Spent like a freaking hour in the pool just practicing the swimming thing the cher told us to do. What?? The teacher told us to practice!!... So yeah. Oohhh.... I forgot to add in. This morning, while I was in the bus on the way to school with another ex-classmate, Frederick, I realized I forgot to bring my school badge n name tag. I was like, going &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Drat. Drat. Drat."&lt;/span&gt; the whole way to the MRT station. Haha. So anyway, I decided to just go n buy another badge n I had my temporary nametag with me. So, yeah. Then when I got to the YCK MRT Station, I saw Alicia n Juliana. Asked them to go with me to school to sign in first. So we went there. Freaking scanning thing kept "access deny-ing" me. So left the school without signing in. So then we had swimming. After swimming, my hair was like, sooooooo dry. Yukk. Then while I was trying to un-knot my hair, I asked around, "Anybody got an extra badge?!?!" n thankfully, XiaoYing had an extra. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;XiaoYing, THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Then went back to school. Finally managed to sign in. The rest of the day was pretty much boringly boring. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off the bus to my haus, I saw Meera, LiLin n HuiQing [all ex-classmates] at the walkway there. When the bus door opened, I was like, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"HUIQING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" [okayyy, I was screaming]&lt;/span&gt; n ran off the bus to hug HuiQing. Gawsh, I miss that girl. So we talked for awhile... Then Namirah came along. Yay!!! It was a mini Gandhi08 girls get together.... WOW. So after another while, went home with Meera. We live in the same block, same floor. Haha. So then, when I reached my haus, I saw my Gourmet Corner food that I told my bro to help me buy. Yeahhhhh. So the rest of the day, skip skip skip.... Haha. Well, mite as well go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2766058266739931960?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2766058266739931960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2766058266739931960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2766058266739931960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2766058266739931960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people_06.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-2701102168417694235</id><published>2009-02-05T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:41:37.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey people. So bored today.... Tried changing my blogkin yesterday. But computer going berserk on me.... Cudnt change. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YET.&lt;/span&gt; Will try to change it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today had netball. This morning, before assembly, I went to go find the choir teacher. Gave her my mom's letter. Asking for me to be allowed to quit choir. Then she read it. She told me that I dont need 2 come for choir. Coz Im not interested. So, yeah. Then after school, my frenz went to find the CCA head. They told me that he said we cannot quit. So I panicked. We went to the find the choir teacher. She told me that Im not in choir [confirmed]. Before we went to find her, I called my mom. Told her to please call the school. Then when I got home, my mom told me that she talked to one of the teachers in charge of CCA. Then the teacher said they put me in netball already. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So now Im not in choir, nor do I have a Core CCA.&lt;/span&gt; Dont care lah. Anyway, then I went for netball. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mdm Afrose bought pizza for us. SIX boxes.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Then after eating, we had practice. Then we played the first game. They told me to play as &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GK&lt;/span&gt;, but I dunno how. So they briefly told me. I onli noe how to play &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Then, during the game, was penalized for &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;stepping&lt;/span&gt;. But nvm lah, learn frm mistakes. Gotta go. Drat, swimming tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-2701102168417694235?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/2701102168417694235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=2701102168417694235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2701102168417694235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/2701102168417694235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-6806727261006789240</id><published>2009-02-03T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:43:52.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heyy people!!! That's it, Im changing my blogskin. Coz some people making fun of me -- saying that just coz there's this guy also has a Twilight blogskin, they think we r like "couple". To those hu actually made fun of me, its not considered a joke coz its not true. I mean, duhhh... Study history for wat then. No offence lah. But its just not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another announcement!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all  2008 graduates of HMPS&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If u r going for the HMPS anniversary [&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;confirmed going&lt;/span&gt;], please &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inform Natthida by tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, 4th Feb. Thanks. Here r the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When: 29th May 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What tym: Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entrance fee: Around $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please inform Natthida... or me, I can pass the message to her for u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Im changing my blogskin either today or tomorrow. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-6806727261006789240?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/6806727261006789240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=6806727261006789240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6806727261006789240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/6806727261006789240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/heyy-people-thats-it-im-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7907244092210000779.post-3031812401525575894</id><published>2009-02-01T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:04:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wheee!!! Hi people! Im feeling crazyy todaee...Wondering why... Haha. Anyway, yesterday went to Carol's haus after church coz CNY n stuff... Wow. There were so many people! Anyway. So Celine was there. We went down to go eat dinner first. Then, while eating, Carol mentioned smth abt a fiesta or smth at her school. Okayy, lets just call it a carnival. So, anyway, she asked us if we wanna buy. Support her lah. But then I dint bring my wallet at all, so I was like, no money. So I dint buy. The carnival is on the 14th of Feb. Im not sure if Im free then, but, yeah. Then me n Celine were like, we go tell our friends. So I sent out an MSA [okayy... u people dunno wat an MSA is. Coz its my own abbreviation. If u wanna noe, just ask me or smth like that.] to some of my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*Skip skip skip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So after dinner, went up to Carol's room. There, we watched a few youtube videos. Haha. One of them was this guy trying to be like David Copperfield or smth. Haha. He was doing lame, idiotic stuff, pretending he was moving the things with magic but the things actually move automatically. Haha. Lame-o. Then I showed them this funny video. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Movies in Minutes: Twilight" by nigahiga. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Its some kind of parody of Twilight. Haha. Here, Ill go write down one part of the vid that was so funny. Okay. Let's just call the girl hu played Bella as Bella. N the guy hu played Edward as Edward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: How old r u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: How long have u been 17?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: About 15 years. [Hahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Skip skip skip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: I noe wat u r.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: Say it, say it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: A mermaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: *face is confused* What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: A mermaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: R u afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: Do u trust me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bella: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Edward: *pretends to look away. then scares the crap out of Bella*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Omg... This part is kinda funny. Haha. Seriously. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A MERMAID?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wadaheck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So anyway, we [me, Celine, Carol] spent the rest of the tym reliving our P5 Camp n our own Sec1 Camp. Haha. Then, before Celine n I left, we were like, taking pics. With our phones. Haha. So anyways, before we left Carol's block, her mom gave us angpow [sorry, dunno how to spell]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thank you to Carol's mom n one of Carol's relatives for the angpows!!!&lt;/span&gt; Reached home arnd 10.20pm. It took me less than 5mins to get to my haus frm her haus coz our hauses r like, so near. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To my Gandhi friends, I miss u like heck!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7907244092210000779-3031812401525575894?l=mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/feeds/3031812401525575894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7907244092210000779&amp;postID=3031812401525575894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3031812401525575894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7907244092210000779/posts/default/3031812401525575894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mademoisellemaxine.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheee-hi-peopleim-feeling-crazyy-todaee.html' title=''/><author><name>{♥Jazz}</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03903358851364175519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XzlXJPy6TOU/Sc8wClt8wfI/AAAAAAAAACk/laqSmpGmr6M/S220/Cheer+Bear.jpg'/>
