<?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-23976272</id><updated>2011-07-26T15:08:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's the life plan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>650</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-9136998754287831225</id><published>2007-04-30T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:45:23.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>note to self #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gray/blue baggy jeans???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vans??!?!??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy more purple. =D [it IS your fave colour]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow mum to HK during june hols to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove.xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-9136998754287831225?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/9136998754287831225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=9136998754287831225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9136998754287831225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9136998754287831225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/note-to-self-2-grayblue-baggy-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3997790784058582871</id><published>2007-04-30T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:43:12.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSvHzE_5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4Zrkt4aGQ_g/s1600-h/edwardcullen1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059181463409590162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSvHzE_5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4Zrkt4aGQ_g/s320/edwardcullen1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSk3zE_4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YyKE3WyZu4o/s1600-h/twilight17.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059181287315931010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSk3zE_4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/YyKE3WyZu4o/s320/twilight17.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059181025322925938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSVnzE_3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/J02EEZp_KvQ/s320/jasperhale.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSRHzE_2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x-5Jptbklws/s1600-h/ljedwardbella24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059180948013514594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSRHzE_2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x-5Jptbklws/s320/ljedwardbella24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the countdown to the E-prom which i can't attend. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are gonna be my last blogger posts, cos on 5th May, i'm officially switching to my LJ account. i already am blogging there... but lets just make the most of this first. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is dedicated to Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite Jasper:&lt;br /&gt;Travis Fimmel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite Edward:&lt;br /&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite Bella:&lt;br /&gt;Emily Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite Rosalie:&lt;br /&gt;Karolína Kurková&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that Emily Browning is Australian???&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;she's short. 5'1 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;devi would be happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emily has her nose &amp; belly button pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nose. but i DO want belly button.&lt;br /&gt;apparently belly hurts a lot.&lt;br /&gt;more than the ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still... moi wants. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily's my fave bella. but i don't like her. only her looks.&lt;br /&gt;she strikes me as rather pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i like her PS clothes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:&lt;br /&gt;try layering tank tops [buy more tank tops!]&lt;br /&gt;buy brown dangly earrings. [and pale transluscent green (alex and edward yaknow?!)]&lt;br /&gt;denim mini #2! [as in, my second denim mini. lol]&lt;br /&gt;tubes??? [s'pore sucks @ tube designs. -.- and types, for that matter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurevoir. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3997790784058582871?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3997790784058582871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3997790784058582871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3997790784058582871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3997790784058582871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/countdown-to-e-prom-which-i-cant-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RjXSvHzE_5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4Zrkt4aGQ_g/s72-c/edwardcullen1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4015678281822335850</id><published>2007-04-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:43:22.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dior Number Seventeen. &lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have decided on a URL, finally. =DD&lt;br /&gt;i mean, since j'adore dior. =D&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am not ignorant and i know dior does NOT use numbers.&lt;br /&gt;but Chanel does. &lt;br /&gt;yes, their seventeen range sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seventeen's my fave number. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4015678281822335850?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4015678281822335850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4015678281822335850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4015678281822335850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4015678281822335850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/dior-number-seventeen.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-632096755698569639</id><published>2007-04-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:05:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wikipedia-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didcha know that Keak Da Sneak coined the word Hyphy???&lt;br /&gt;i know he has a song called Super Hyphy (the video is stupid), yeah. but he coined the word, apparently. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hyphy artistes"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. E-40 is one...&lt;br /&gt;uh. i don't like E-40. &gt;.&lt; So is The Pack. but i do like the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. chicken noodle soup dance. =DD i like ittt. and it looks simple. but i bet it isn't really. hahhaa. i'd look like an idiot doing it, so i'm not gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;chrisbrown does it though. hahhaa. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kingdom Radically Uplifted Mighty Praise &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some criticize this type of teaching as being too strict and too choreographed, losing important elements such as improvisation and personal interpretation on the students' side. Because of this, some dislike labeling these dance classes as "hip hop" as it might not actually include all aspects of the traditional hip hop dances, especially when the teacher mixes it with dance styles not originally related to hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krumping is something you seriously pick up on the streets... you don't see a class labelled Krumping 101. It's something you pick up by watching and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;he'd be a fool not to like youuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Duny says:&lt;br /&gt;haha sounds like you`re singing a song &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. hahaha. o-kay. =D ily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ADORE JUICY COUTURE. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;tres expensive thoughhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-632096755698569639?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/632096755698569639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=632096755698569639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/632096755698569639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/632096755698569639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-1624209575742016275</id><published>2007-04-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:43:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyheyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am officially changing my screenname AND my blog URL. &lt;br /&gt;am looking for a nice LJ template rightnow. =D will change as soon as i find a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a suitable URL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas on screennames and URLs that are NOT TOO PRETENTIOUS???&lt;br /&gt;NOT thou-shall-not-be-a-bitch.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veuvecliquoteddddd.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of using a drink name... like emin's spritzer thing.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna either be alex, edward or dance related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideassssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIDYOUKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;if you search ALEX MONTGOMERY HAREM, my blog comes out top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH. AM BLOCKEDDDD. i can't thinkkk.&lt;br /&gt;i shall use a nice big vocab word.&lt;br /&gt;or one of the twilight//RR phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurevoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-1624209575742016275?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1624209575742016275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=1624209575742016275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1624209575742016275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1624209575742016275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/heyheyheyyy-am-officially-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-951637616416152474</id><published>2007-04-28T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:50:58.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dgpinsgibgib. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOOD: danc-ey.&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING TO: Dirrrty- CA. (yes. i'm choreoing to it.)&lt;br /&gt;doing: replying jessica's;cait's;raelene's;carla's emails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;tricia is not answering her phone.&lt;br /&gt;what's the use of a phone if you don't answer it?!?!??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;blehhhs.&lt;br /&gt;i bet she hasn't woken up. *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehhs.&lt;br /&gt;i need to charge my camera and my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;parent-teacher interviews were yesterday. Yeah... those didn't go so well. I'm officially banned from MSN and writing stories until my marks start improving. Boo. I think I'm suffering from the same "Ihatemyself" thing as you are, but you shouldn't hate yourself. You're totally amazing. My writing sucks too. Big time =(. DJERJ I wish you lived here so you could come over and we could pig out on Chapman's ice cream (that was the first thing I did when I got through the door. Now I'm probably going to be a fat pig. Sadly, I couldn't care less).&lt;/b&gt;-Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwe. )): &lt;br /&gt;I WISH I LIVED THERE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be an official canada PR before i die. =DD&lt;br /&gt;Australia Citizen, Canada PR.&lt;br /&gt;if that's possible.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.=DDD&lt;br /&gt;AHH AHHH AHHH BANNED FROM WRITING?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;-whimpers-&lt;br /&gt;awww. ilytoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a bunch of emails to reply... &lt;br /&gt;i ended up not replying ANY yesterday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't charge ANYTHING yesterday too. i'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;i was scared of this detective show i was watching... so i basically ran up, grabbed sleeping bag and dashed back down to watch it some more... and slept on my parents' room floor.&lt;br /&gt;its addictive. -.- but it gives me nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll wear jeans. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;with heels or sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;Yee Min says:&lt;br /&gt;1yes&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;depends if i feel in a hip hop mood&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;or a dressy mood&lt;br /&gt;Yee Min says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahax&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;if i feel in a dressy mood, i'd wear my dressy jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;or else i'll wear the baggy hip hop ones.&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAAA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD my mood can change. rightnow i'm in the wear my white halter and purple jacket and whichever jeans i touch first mood.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi changes outfits adgjnsgnafut SO MANY TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for her to have a friend who knows her inside out and be there for her when she halters or loses focus on her goals..&lt;/b&gt;-emin.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. yeahhh i love youuuu C. =DDD hahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thou shall not be a bitch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;my phrase of the day. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm switching to a livejournal soon. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;i want a more widely used thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this singer/celeb?? who cam for our chapel session.&lt;br /&gt;she told the school she had a myspace.&lt;br /&gt;no one knew what she was talking about. -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;ahb-viously i knew. but yeahhh. &lt;br /&gt;i have a myspace. but i don't use it.&lt;br /&gt;the only friend i have is Chris Trousdale.&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;i made the account to check out DS stuff, see.&lt;br /&gt;and download the Frankie snippets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thingggs to do:&lt;br /&gt;*get ready to go out&lt;br /&gt;*call tricia again&lt;br /&gt;*get my charged phone and camera. &lt;br /&gt;*get money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who sees nice sites for LJ templates, let me know. =DDD &lt;br /&gt;i am not used to LJ's template thing at ALL so i need something to refrence with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,dior&amp;&amp;cocochanel.&lt;br /&gt;C. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;hey. C here. =DD&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a celebrit-aeee on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;baybee.xoxo. ilytoo. ya know that. =DD&lt;br /&gt;dirrrty is nice to choreo too. as long as you don't follow the choreo in her video. -gag-.&lt;br /&gt;i know u don't want templates from createblog.com... uhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;there aren't many private sites with LJ temps. will keep a lookout.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. stop procrastinating. start off on the one-shots. =D&lt;br /&gt;vans huh...&lt;br /&gt;they're actually nicer to dance in than dunks. =DD&lt;br /&gt;converse are too. but u bought hightops didn't you... ahhhwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am digressing. &lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;*CC*&lt;br /&gt;kaitlynnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caitlinyouphunkitrighttt.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. IM? cyasoon.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, yessss. i don't read my blogposts. =DDD hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-951637616416152474?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/951637616416152474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=951637616416152474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/951637616416152474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/951637616416152474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/dgpinsgibgib.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-261242943655627647</id><published>2007-04-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:11:28.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6OFNFRrB_s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6OFNFRrB_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to thatttt.&lt;br /&gt;summerlove. some guy mixed it.&lt;br /&gt;sickkk. &lt;3 =D&lt;br /&gt;the middle didn't flow, but the beg is nice. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-261242943655627647?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/261242943655627647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=261242943655627647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/261242943655627647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/261242943655627647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/listen-to-thatttt.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-106438318425835721</id><published>2007-04-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:53:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh blehhs. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk how i did on the lit test.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a VERY unconventional answer.&lt;br /&gt;aka: i said she was a woman of conscience.&lt;br /&gt;yes. i really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replying carla&amp;raelene.&lt;br /&gt;iloveallmygirls. forever and a day. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at subway today...&lt;br /&gt;and liling said "she won't understand you if you talk with the accent."&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. and then i put on the singaporean slang.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli said i don't talk with the asian accent at all so i wouldn't have a problem imitating accents or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrskoh was talking about migrating to aussie for fdn studies at sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;eli&amp;tricia were glancing (and grinning???) at me.&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;brisbane, baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEW OBSESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333 &lt;br /&gt;subway cookies!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;i shall buy some tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to the concert with emin tmrw. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;gonna have to pick up the tickets from tricia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE WORKSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;they're not replying my enquiry.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;shall mail again. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GO.&lt;br /&gt;i decided i shall do everrrrrrrrything except breakdancing....&lt;br /&gt;poppinglockinghiphopfreestyle!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a hiphop holiday. wheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and my mummy just let me goooo. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept changing my bluetooth name today...&lt;br /&gt;Alex Montgomery harem.&lt;br /&gt;then: THOU SHALL NOT BE A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;then: I rejet your propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;now... it's phunk.KRUMPit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaaa. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for a new book!&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNND.&lt;br /&gt;movies are coming out!!&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: shrek the third. &amp;&amp; POTC3.&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Harry Potter. am watching with my fam. then with liling and kat etc AGAIN cos they've got free tix i think. &lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAND NANCY DREW. =D emma roberts and max thierot.&lt;br /&gt;aka the aquamarine girl and the Pacifier guy. &lt;br /&gt;it sounds interesting. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the shirt ryyy!!! heartyou. &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. one day, i shall meet all your bee eff effs. and they shall finally know how paranoid and ridiculously crazy i am. ;)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. and all will write murder scary stories about moi!!! ahhh! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-. i hate midyears baby.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not that pressurized anymore, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;just ss and amath. =DD&lt;br /&gt;my mantra: Bs aren't bad. Bs aren't bad.&lt;br /&gt;As aren't AAAAverything. hahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi = dior lover.&lt;br /&gt;moi&amp;cait = coco chanel. [we're CC, incase you haven't noticed]&lt;br /&gt;moi&amp; 'mom' [in my fic that is] = yves saint lauren.&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;moi and brands = happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am glad i have classssss.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't go after billabong and god knows what that the rest of the singaporeans just jabber and swarm over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm into a new brand now. its an aussie brand. &lt;br /&gt;and i shall look out for JUICY COUTURE sales. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i realise kat loves em too.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-106438318425835721?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/106438318425835721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=106438318425835721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/106438318425835721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/106438318425835721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/oooh-blehhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-1482015087721681661</id><published>2007-04-27T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:40:04.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the craaaaap???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;But always, I love you to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrrrrr. What’s my problem?!??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the school library. &lt;br /&gt;emailing people back.&lt;br /&gt;so far, i've emailed jess,,carla,raelene,cait.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't emailed ry back yettt. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;except i have one new one-shot idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i MAY run with it. i may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not pressing so hard on academics now.&lt;br /&gt;i admire lizzie for being able to remain so amazingly calm... and grasping the 'grades are just a letter and two numbers' thing and being able to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, thanks, C. =D ilysm. i'm happier now.&lt;br /&gt;my two friends are beside me rightnow, busy searching up info for the lit test in half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;i'm uhh... blogging.&lt;br /&gt;hhahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells.&lt;br /&gt;i already went through it. no point stressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-1482015087721681661?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1482015087721681661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=1482015087721681661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1482015087721681661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1482015087721681661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-craaaaap-sometimes-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-6668349645118024681</id><published>2007-04-26T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:14:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within&lt;br /&gt;It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to start a story for the longest time. but i couldn't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i even pretend i can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. lets talk.&lt;br /&gt;friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i even have a REAL REAL REAL friend in any of my "friend"s???&lt;br /&gt;Alynn was talking about how some of the people i mix with seem like fairweatherfriends.&lt;br /&gt;hell. i wouldn't know. everything seems like 'fair weather' to everyone when it comes to me. i don't show all the shitty sides really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even the people who never frown; Eventually break down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really have to thank devi x10000 for EVERYTHING. everytime something shitty happens in life, i can always count on her IMs or her texts and everything. ily. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. how many people can i count on everytime i have a frenzied shitty crappy breakdown??? how many people actually sit down and actually l i s t e n and understand what i'm trying to say??? or even TRY to understand without cutting in and contradicting and making it seem like i'm making a big deal out of everything??? &lt;br /&gt;how many people can actually listen without pushing in their own opinions 24/7???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just have that mentality that if you're rich, you just don't have anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;'poor little rich girl' isn't that an oxymoron? how can it actually be possible???&lt;br /&gt;it can. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just feel like causing pain. causing hurt. causing guilt. so people finally realise exactly what shit i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my chemtest back.&lt;br /&gt;i was djsfiusbg upset cos of the results.&lt;br /&gt;and you said, "i bet your 'bad' is more than 30"&lt;br /&gt;i gazed at you and shook my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i didn't let you see the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eventually, be a memory of a time. When I tried so hard, And got so far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people can actually encourage me without asking how many marks i've gotten???&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;cos no one really thinks of encouraging me. they just wanna know how much i got. how badly i did. how much i fell. the fact that i fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you. all the people who only come to me when you need help, or when you wanna have fun, and when i desperately need someone to hold on to, you just give a little sympathetic face and run off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I had to fall, to lose it all. But in the end, it doesnt even matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you read this, mummy???&lt;br /&gt;if you do, i'm surprised.&lt;br /&gt;cos you don't read this any more.&lt;br /&gt;i think you read all your nephews and nieces' blogs more thoroughly than you read mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much that no one actually knows how serious this is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things arent the way they were before; You wouldnt even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profanities left and right. &lt;br /&gt;this isn't the girl who once authored this blog.&lt;br /&gt;who ruled the jmac scene on HWR. &lt;br /&gt;don't you think i miss those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have windows open on MSN. &lt;br /&gt;people who know how shitty my life is.&lt;br /&gt;and people who barely said two words. "):" "awww" "you know ily"&lt;br /&gt;wait. that's only one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that you knew me back then; But it all comes back to me; In the end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caitlin wrote something on my blog. its kinda a communication center between us.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo. ilysm. so i'm gonna post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here it is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey C.&lt;br /&gt;it's not normal. &lt;br /&gt;screw the academic pressure.&lt;br /&gt;who CARES what everyone else thinks???&lt;br /&gt;you know your own potential when it comes to the books.&lt;br /&gt;you're a straight A student, girl. &lt;br /&gt;stop denying. you know it. somewhere deep inside, YOU KNOW IT. &lt;br /&gt;but if those straight As are gonna kill you, why are you bothering and LETTING them kill you?!&lt;br /&gt;screw the time limit.&lt;br /&gt;the midyears aren't anything to you. &lt;br /&gt;stop giving yourself time limits. that if you don't accomplish it, you'll die. &lt;br /&gt;you won't.&lt;br /&gt;stop pressurizing yourself and letting people run you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the girl i once knew would never have taken shit like that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to your sacarstic self???&lt;br /&gt;don't bury yourself under books.&lt;br /&gt;the occasional C won't hurt you at all.&lt;br /&gt;stop putting that shield around yourself.&lt;br /&gt;stop caring about what everyone thinks about you.&lt;br /&gt;singapore=sucks. you know that. we ALL know it. why care???&lt;br /&gt;so you get a B. (a B dammit!) and people are laughing. smiling. happy you flunked.&lt;br /&gt;why get yourself all upset??? &lt;br /&gt;it's not as though it MATTERS.&lt;br /&gt;you think that when you go up to heaven, He's gonna care about how many As and Bs you've gotten??? &lt;br /&gt;dammit. he's not Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;even Santa doesn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;if you're sucidal, you won't even MAKE it up there to the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;why do the As and Bs matter?! (you aren't even getting Cs. and you're saying you suck.)&lt;br /&gt;why does ANY of it matter???&lt;br /&gt;when you're crying yourself to sleep and getting all screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;no one wants to see you like that.&lt;br /&gt;except for the mfers that just wanna see you fall.&lt;br /&gt;and even then, why does it matter if they see you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the girl i once knew could have taken them hands down. what happened to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if you get all straight As if you've got no life.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be like those girls who just study all day and study all night???&lt;br /&gt;oh puh-leaze.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the girl who was waiting to turn sixteen so she could go clubbing?!&lt;br /&gt;now its been replaced with the girl with dark circles under her eyes, waiting for australia like she's waiting for the prodigal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl, you've got the looks and you've got the charm and you definitely have the brains.&lt;br /&gt;work it, girl.&lt;br /&gt;and stop trying to be what you never wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;remember the singapore clones???&lt;br /&gt;you're CONFORMING, girl!&lt;br /&gt;you're worrying too much about your grades, you're OBSESSED. you're just waiting for people to tell you its okay to fail cos you're SCARED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is MORE than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is more than just studying and trying to comfort yourself if you didn't get your A. its more than just studying all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;its more than the BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they don't understand, why bother trying to make them???&lt;br /&gt;they won't get everything they can out of life except books and a bunch of stuff they won't need when they go out to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they try to bring you down. they study harder and harder.&lt;br /&gt;what memories will they have when they look back at their childhood??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REMEMBER WHEN YOU NEVER WANTED THAT???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look back.&lt;br /&gt;is there anything that happened last week that you can tell your future children???&lt;br /&gt;no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've earned the right to the teenage experience, girl.&lt;br /&gt;and you only have one chance at today.&lt;br /&gt;one chance at LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you're gonna ruin that all just cos of one bloody stupid A on a test?!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that A really mean so much???&lt;br /&gt;will it really give you that much happiness???&lt;br /&gt;do you really want it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it just for show?&lt;br /&gt;what would you do when you get that A?&lt;br /&gt;buy clothes with it???&lt;br /&gt;rent a billboard space and flaunt it???&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll scan the paper, looking for the few mistakes you had, and you start &lt;b&gt;HATING YOURSELF&lt;/b&gt; cos you missed out on a perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get your perfect score, what do you do.&lt;br /&gt;WORK EVEN HARDER just to get another perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;so no one will see you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CUT THE CRAP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that's not life. that's just a pathetic existence.&lt;br /&gt;and a year ago, YOU KNEW THAT.&lt;br /&gt;you're NOT SEEING IT NOW, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spend too much time hating yourself.&lt;br /&gt;hating hating hating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure. your parents want you to get the good grades. the As. want you to study. &lt;br /&gt;i know that's a huge part of your worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no parent wants their kid to hate themselves so bad.&lt;br /&gt;to just spend life scruntinising themselves, trying to find something to improve on.&lt;br /&gt;trying to find something else to hate about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;if your parents want that, you know what i'd say to that:&lt;br /&gt;fly down here and i'll share my bedroom with you. cos i don't wanna see you sucidal yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't see how incredibly GIFTED you are.&lt;br /&gt;you used to be able to see the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;until you got swallowed up like the rest of them and didn't see any more.&lt;br /&gt;writing??? girl, YOU CAN WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;you just haven't found something worth writing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WHY WORRY?!&lt;br /&gt;why sit down and FORCE something out of your head???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl, you're writing every day.&lt;br /&gt;every minute, every moment. a storyline is running through your head...&lt;br /&gt;you should read your own blog entries sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and compare it with others, seeing as you are &lt;b&gt;SO FOND&lt;/b&gt; of comparing.&lt;br /&gt;how many people write their DIARIES like you do???&lt;br /&gt;how many people actually have COHERENT THOUGHTS like you do???&lt;br /&gt;how many people can see their lives as a complete movie script, with elaborate lines and phrases???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you're writing every day, hun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're ah-mazing at it.&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand what WRITING is.&lt;br /&gt;when you've got a storyline, you're unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;don't you see how the words come naturally EVERY DAY???&lt;br /&gt;read your entries sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;its YOUR LIFE STORY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what you find worth writing.&lt;br /&gt;and that's why you write so well here.&lt;br /&gt;cos its something worth it. its your life you're documenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason why you're having trouble now is cos you don't HAVE a life to document anymore.&lt;br /&gt;everything's just books.&lt;br /&gt;you've lost a storyline.&lt;br /&gt;cos you don't have a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why you're struggling, girl.&lt;br /&gt;you have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ive put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far, as I can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its up to you. &lt;br /&gt;stop caring about the Bs and Cs.&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to search for your story.&lt;br /&gt;its right there.&lt;br /&gt;just step back and look at the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;the straight As don't reveal the story worth writing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a life worth living will. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see it.&lt;br /&gt;i promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'adore Coco Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin. loves Cal. &lt;br /&gt;-CC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried when i read this.&lt;br /&gt;thankyouhun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how much i really really needed that.&lt;br /&gt;your screaming fit that clogged up my cellphone helped too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'adore CC.&lt;br /&gt;thanks hun.&lt;br /&gt;ily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better... &lt;br /&gt;honestly... amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard not caring about books...&lt;br /&gt;the last few months, that's all i've been caring about.&lt;br /&gt;and getting mad cos my dad didn't see that i was ALREADY studying like shit. and getting even more mad at how he'd keep asking me to push myself MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly looove you caitlin.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou. sooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove.&lt;br /&gt;c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-6668349645118024681?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6668349645118024681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=6668349645118024681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6668349645118024681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6668349645118024681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-like-i-cant-stop-what-im-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4422799630951632033</id><published>2007-04-26T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:15:18.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Everything you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;I need a little room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm one step closer to the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the answers aren't so clear&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could find a way to disappear&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts they make no sense&lt;br /&gt;I find bliss in ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to go away&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;one step closer- LP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone needs writing inspiration, emo rock//rap songs have nice lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but those are just a long lost memory of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I forgive&lt;br /&gt;and this time&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit&lt;br /&gt;that I miss you, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;hey dad&lt;br /&gt;*GC- Emotionless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&lt;br /&gt;Searching for&lt;br /&gt;Traces of&lt;br /&gt;What we were&lt;br /&gt;A ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have left of you to hold&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me&lt;br /&gt;and nothing left of what we were at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am pacing around this house again&lt;br /&gt;With pictures of us living on these walls&lt;br /&gt;I see my breath in the cold of the air that I breathe and I'm wondering &lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if its you that i feel if its you that i feel here haunting me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GC- Ghost of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t need you anymore, I don’t want to be ignored&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need one more day of you wasting me away&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you anymore, I don’t want to be ignored&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need one more day of you wasting me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4422799630951632033?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4422799630951632033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4422799630951632033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4422799630951632033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4422799630951632033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/everything-you-say-to-me-takes-me-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2465600928641442295</id><published>2007-04-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:11:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex, who was completely utterly wasteddd kinda drove drunk. &lt;br /&gt;with jaran in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jarrid found out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;whoaaaa. flipped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;alex has three years on him, at least 4 inches, but jarrid is just going fucking crazzzy, keeps hitting him in the face and slamming his head against the floor, literally grabbing him by the neck and just throwing all his force down.&lt;br /&gt;they pull jarrid off and he's yelling at alex going mental with, "i can't believe you would put her into that!  you could've crashed or some shit with her in the car!  i'll kill you, i swear to god i'll fucking kill you!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is taken off jaran's ventpost on wuwds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. &lt;br /&gt;i felt like blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;jarrid overreacted... damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently alex got stitches and everything...&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine how terrible jaran's feeling rightnow...&lt;br /&gt;that's just jhokhiij; scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;today was shit.&lt;br /&gt;will do a more detailed post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just know that my days are getting suckier by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how screwed up can things get???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2465600928641442295?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8644182524374953820</id><published>2007-04-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:36:43.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*the previous blogpost's bolded excerpts are taken from A Rush To The Head. the one-shots written by Jaran. the full stories can be found on WUWDS.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm not writing ever unless someone asks me to co-write.&lt;br /&gt;and even then, idk... should i even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when people say how &lt;b&gt;fantastic&lt;/b&gt; my writing is.&lt;br /&gt;i only feel terribly comteptuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what do you know&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot get words to flow well anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and the more i try to the more it makes me cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i really really can't&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't just write for fun any more.&lt;br /&gt;if i do anything, it has to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everything so materialistic???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you want to be a rubbish collector, be the best rubbish collector ever."&lt;br /&gt;i was told that once, by one of my parents. when i insisted that a rubbish collector was fine as my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a kid then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;writing used to be something i did for stress relief. for fun. a way to put my thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;now, its a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things i'm fascinated about. things i want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;but i know it'll never be as good as so many other people i know. &lt;br /&gt;jaran... whitney... jamanda... deryan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i think about it, i don't want to try any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only ideas i get are those i've seen on the boards before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;untalentless. lack of creativity. unoriginal.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need fucking pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It’s so unreal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so uptight today?&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia's all I got left&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what stressed me first&lt;br /&gt;Or how the pressure was fed&lt;br /&gt;But I know just what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To have a voice in the back of my head&lt;br /&gt;Like a face that I hold inside&lt;br /&gt;A face that awakes when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A face watches every time I lie&lt;br /&gt;A face that laughs every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;And watches everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got a face in me&lt;br /&gt;Points out all my mistakes to me&lt;br /&gt;You've got a face on the inside too and&lt;br /&gt;Your paranoia's probably worse&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what set me off first&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;I can't add up to what you can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you know its true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shit. if i'm not gonna be ah-mazing at it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why don't i give up dance???&lt;br /&gt;hell, i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell. i suck at life.&lt;br /&gt;so why am i sticking with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;phrase of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one needs any fucking pity. pity is just something you give to someone who'll shove it right back up in your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch; always biting.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all lyrics are from Linkin Park. [papercut//intheend]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8644182524374953820?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8644182524374953820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8644182524374953820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8644182524374953820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8644182524374953820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/previous-blogposts-bolded-excerpts-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5064468691891482570</id><published>2007-04-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:10:49.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i read jaran's stories, i get this TERRIBLE feeling of degradation.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. no matter how everyone keeps saying how fantastic my writing is, it can never ever compare up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sucks. it sucks that i'm not good enough for my expectations. it sucks that there's always someone close to me who does everything i love better than i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If I learned anything from all of this, it's that you can't apologize for something you never had control over in the first place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh f-. &lt;br /&gt;why am i even bothering to write anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i don't do it cos i like to do it. &lt;br /&gt;hell, i just do it cos its the one thing i'm remotely good at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't bullshit me. You're here so you when you go off to some fancy college as a pysch major, you can make sure you wrote down that you helped out a poor little victim in your school out of his manic depression."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even THAT good at writing ANYWAY. i'm just better than all the other people i know here. I can't write for shit.&lt;br /&gt;don't give me crap diplomatic shit. "oh, you're such a great writer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;why do i even TRY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was proofing my pieces today. i found sooooo much stuff i didn't like about it. and i didn't know how to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. i'm boycotting writing. &lt;br /&gt;why fight an effing losing battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm good at GRAMMAR. expressions. i know how to spell. i know when sentence structures are right or wrong. i'm good at editing. reports. what shit.&lt;br /&gt;i can't WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f- it. &lt;br /&gt;why do i even try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5064468691891482570?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5064468691891482570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5064468691891482570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5064468691891482570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5064468691891482570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3494125922826258181</id><published>2007-04-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:36:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECKLIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath: tested 20 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;finished 5 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath: tested entire FYS excluding probability&lt;br /&gt;left six topics. (this is good! =DDD am happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phy: tested 22 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;left the one chapter he hasn't finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem: tested everything we've learnt so far&lt;br /&gt;left: very little to learn. but a LOT to revise. cos i realised i forgot everything i revised in the last few weeks. [alex montgomery has invaded my mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.s: tested all of sec3. 4 chappies of sec4&lt;br /&gt;left: almost everything. minus two possible SEQ questions. -.- i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog: tested a lot of crap.&lt;br /&gt;left: a lot of crap minus some random facts i can just BARELY remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to have finished phy&amp;chem already YESTERDAY. -.- i have stupid chem left.&lt;br /&gt;to my credit, i actually revised everything already. &lt;br /&gt;but when i did the FYS, i realised i got a lot wrong for acids, bases and salts.&lt;br /&gt;and QA. &lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna have to RErevise. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amath.,.. hahhaa. drop dead. i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emath... =DDD surprisingly, i find doing the emath FYS rather satisfying. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phy&amp;chem. droppppdeaddddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.s, I REJECT YOUR PROPAGANDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog... ahhhh no worries. =DDD its pretty quick. human geog is a pain in the ass but easy to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i'm only REALLY worrying about amath and ss. )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i don't actually fit in with a lot of people. &lt;br /&gt;i actually feel more at ease with kat and devi etc etc. (yes, you can puff up your egoes. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;of all the squatters, i don't exactly share much personal stuff with anyone besides Alynn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if you ever wanted to bring up something random about... example, "do you think tampons hurt???"&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't just bring up random topics like that with ANYONE. actually, with no one except alynn. or maybe JY and joey just for a laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i probably won't fit in. in aussie, i mean. ESPECIALLY in QLD. envision bikini clad teenage girls and guys with perfect musculature. and nice accents.&lt;br /&gt;and people who just think i can't speak english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- oooh baby, you haven't heard moi magnifique vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;but the accent??? i don't have a singaporean accent thank GOODNESS. but moi does NOT have an aussie accent foSHO. i can't even do the whole natural-accent-comes-when-you-talk-to-aussie-people thing.&lt;br /&gt;american, definitely. english accent more or less. but AUSSIE??? uhhh. forget it. hahhaa. moi does not do obvious fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. QLD = beachtownnn. &lt;br /&gt;and moi is a completely figureless asian chick who is probably just gonna be discriminated against.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. but the thing is, i don't really mind. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells. =DDD i just need a few good friends and i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Duny really just HAAAAVE to visit me. =DDDD okayyyy???!!! and anyone who feels like jetsetting by totally can come and visit me too. =DD &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope moi and housemates = good friends.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda remember how me and jess and duny and reem first talked to each other. "HIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "OMG HI!" &lt;br /&gt;lol. what's the odds that would happen when i meet my apartment mates???&lt;br /&gt;less than 0.00001% i think. but hey, its AUSSIE. i'm gonna rock it. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm apprehensive yet excited.&lt;br /&gt;although i really think i'd prefer melb//perth. someplace more asian concentrated?? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;someplace where i actually KNOW people.&lt;br /&gt;all the WUWDS girls i know are in melb//perth. and kat&amp;jessica are in perth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's kinda sad. moi on the other side of the country. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the side where there are definitely gonna be drop dead gorgeous girls with ah-mazing figures and ah-mazing brains to match.&lt;br /&gt;and moi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhwells. c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;j'adore aussie ANYway. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just need to find a dance studio baby. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhs. i'm excited for aussie. =DDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that part is ahbvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3494125922826258181?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3494125922826258181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3494125922826258181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3494125922826258181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3494125922826258181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/checklist.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3847101486957603885</id><published>2007-04-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:23:03.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch Zac Efron get PUNKD on MTV.com. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i fall really hard for someone&lt;br /&gt;they fall back.&lt;br /&gt;then i want to get as far away as them possible&lt;br /&gt;and i never want to tlak to them anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why i do it&lt;br /&gt;i just do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-nykki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. yes. that's me too. and i thought i was the only relationship-phobic one around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so incredibly sick and tired, i decided that MYEs can just eff off and i'll just get Bs for everything this term. &lt;br /&gt;i can't take the pressure and EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what's the evidence??? &lt;br /&gt;i'm writing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seriousl-aeee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only time i actually get the inspiration to write is when i'm djsgnijg pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;YESSSS I'M DANCING AGAIN THIS JUNE. &lt;3333&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th June to 17th June.&lt;br /&gt;me = definitely going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dance to death. &lt;br /&gt;shall ahb-viously do hip hop. =DDD me and popping&amp;locking do NOOOT match. cos i suck. hahhaaa. maybe i'll just try and see... gahhh i dont know. do i feel like embarassing myself???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna learn anyways... &lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. if i look stupid, i shall die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i try freestyling???&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. i kinda suck at it... i'm so repetitive when i freestyle, it kills me. my brain just CUTS OFF and i can't think and i just end up repeating steps. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. i'm def. signing up for something though. =DD yay. dance is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHDC rocks. =D they get so many one shot workshops. =DDD whee. i seriously have no time to go for regular lessons rightnow, but i love their workshops. if they have one every term, at least i won't be missing dance so dfjnsbg much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really blogged about stuff that's troubling me or anything yet... but i will later, most probably. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.callie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3847101486957603885?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3847101486957603885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3847101486957603885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3847101486957603885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3847101486957603885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4021280010174160256</id><published>2007-04-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:04:53.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Brenda says:&lt;br /&gt;erm.. it's mostly when they assume you can't speak english. and they always have this group of friends. some can be qutie bitchy... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. in QLD. all alone???&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do hope i'll have fun. =DDDD with the aussie people. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assume MOI can't speak english??? excusez moi. i think i speak better english than you, baby. ;) (you being all the aussie people who are going to assume i can't speak english properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you learn to spell "definitely" correctly, maybe then i'll change my mind. &lt;br /&gt;yes. i know a LOOOOT of aussie girls who can't spell the word. i don't know WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohladida. i'll have fun anyways. at the library. hahaa. and the beach...&lt;br /&gt;and i hope the people i share the apt with will be niceeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and remind me of home. &lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the first time i met fir. &lt;br /&gt;"HIIIIIIIII!!!! YOU'RE MICHELLE RIGHT??!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOSH I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. some people you just click with. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartyou. &lt;333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. shall sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.callie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4021280010174160256?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4021280010174160256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4021280010174160256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4021280010174160256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4021280010174160256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/brenda-says-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2123570333516705473</id><published>2007-04-24T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:00:50.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms....&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm starting to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper's Papercut has (finally) started taking shape... &lt;br /&gt;and i AMMM working on Edward's Footsteps. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since Devi has been begging for a little excerpt from the story, HERE IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. i'm replying overdue emails... haha. Roze and Cait. and talking to Brenda about R&amp;R and Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it??? one day, she popped up and we both realised that we both LOVE twilight.&lt;br /&gt;then when i started getting into R&amp;R, one day, she asked me "you read fictionpress stories???" and i found out SHE read R&amp;R too! =DDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper's Papercut. Take II (yes. the first one was a disaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a whirlwind inside of my head;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i can't stop what i'm feeling within&lt;br /&gt;its like the face inside is right beneath my skin...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what set me off first&lt;br /&gt;But I know what I can't stand...&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I feel the light betray me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instantly, i was airborne. I heard faint growls in the background, but the silence in my ears deafened me. My eyes focused on the drop of red on her finger as i launched myself forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fierce, mouthwatering smell mocked at me. It mocked my constant insecurities and weaknesses. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was aware of my own jaws snapping. I caught my reflection in the piano behind her, my eyes fevered and hungry. The other figures in the background were blurred, and only a second had passed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so sorry. i know it sucks. and i meant to continue, but when i typed that out, i edited quite a bit... so i decided i needed to revise the thing again.&lt;br /&gt;coming soon: Jasper's Papercut. Take III. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the song is AHB-viously Linkin Park's Papercut. its on the New Moon playlist. =DDD and its one of my current favourite songs. &lt;br /&gt;to be honest, linkin park's lyrics make a lot of sense. =D check it out. =DD Their new CD's coming out soon. =D the single's nice &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fort minor's lyrics are cool. =D but profanities galore. just a warning. =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PLOT for jasper's footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you already know what happens. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna put kinda the inner struggle??? &lt;br /&gt;hopefully without destroying the flow of the entire thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leaving. &lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault? &lt;br /&gt;I saw Edward's tortured expression, and remembered Bella's frozen expression of horror imprinted in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need my special gift to feel the shame. I'd ruined everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that's the ending of the entire piece. if i don't edit it any more. hahaha. i JUST edited it again when i typed it out up there! -.- &lt;br /&gt;so you know when it starts and when it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my co-writing stint with jess too. i gotta start brainstorming for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;AFTER midyears. damn. &lt;br /&gt;oooh eff it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rereading my past stuff... &lt;br /&gt;i seriously still like the concept of The One I Never Forgot. &lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i brought out his thoughts and rationalising enough... its not clear cut, and i think its still pretty hard to understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean it to be THAT deep.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do tend to make my pieces rather vague. =D&lt;br /&gt;with little clues and stuff hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that only people who actually know how to analyse stories get to understand them. &lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm mean. i don't see the point of writing "i didn't want to change my car cos i didn't want there to be any change." &lt;br /&gt;1. it kinda sounds immature&lt;br /&gt;2. it IS an immature sentence&lt;br /&gt;3. it doesn't convey enoughh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy i love my ending thoughhh. =DDD its rather vague if you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;but its nice when you DO!=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna rewrite it though. =DDD watch out for that! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2123570333516705473?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2123570333516705473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=2123570333516705473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2123570333516705473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2123570333516705473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmms.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-6733935676904190555</id><published>2007-04-23T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:02:39.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WASN"T GOING TO BLOG AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first chapter of ECLIPSE is OUTTTTTTTTT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you innocent bystanders, Eclipse is the third book of the Twilight Series.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the edward cullen book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that ALL of you know what Eclipse is, DETAILS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lex is NOT posting anything on the first chapter. they are not discussing it and everyone is BANNED from mentioning it on the boards until may5th when the first chapter goes OFFICIAL. so no, you will NOT be able to find ANYTHINGGGG about the first chapter on the Lex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. you can sob. Devi's bursting with indignant protests. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;THE TWILIGHT COLLECTION.&lt;br /&gt;yes. you can now apparently purchase all the books in a set. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, EXPLANATION: HOW did people read the first chapter????&lt;br /&gt;reason: Some bookstores already stocked the New Moon special edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, MAKE A HUGE MAD DASH TO THE BOOKSTORES EVERYONE. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm buying the special edition. FO SHO.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, there are twilight and eclipse freebies and EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so...&lt;br /&gt;here i go searching for the chapter....&lt;br /&gt;the first few hits do NOT have it thoughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my confidence is waning. not that there was much to begin with,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. but HEY. for all you twilighters. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Reasons Why Edward Cullen SUX!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 10. He has really, really white legs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. He doesn't look a day older than when he first arrived here. What's up with that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Until Bella Swan moved here, we all thought he was gay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Is he ever going to shave? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What's with the anorexia? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. He never breaks a sweat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Is he ever going to get a new haircut? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. He's never at school on sunny days. What, is he allergic to sunshine? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you know he plays the piano? I mean, the piano. See number 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. He came back to Forks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dear Twilight fan on the Lex loves Edward.&lt;br /&gt;1. Edward's Body&lt;br /&gt;2. Edward's Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. He can get you some place really fast if necessary&lt;br /&gt;4. He Sparkles&lt;br /&gt;5. He is Romantic&lt;br /&gt;6. He makes a great coolant in the summer time&lt;br /&gt;7. He can dazzle me anytime&lt;br /&gt;8. He dresses well, Alice dresses him well&lt;br /&gt; 9. He Plays the piano ( good with his hands)&lt;br /&gt;10. See reasons 1-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l.m.f.a.o.&lt;br /&gt;mishywashy@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;nine is funny.&lt;br /&gt;mishywashy@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;if you get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;YES I DO!&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM WELL EDUCATED ON THIS KINNDA STUFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-6733935676904190555?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6733935676904190555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=6733935676904190555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6733935676904190555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6733935676904190555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wasnt-going-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3308902936825732532</id><published>2007-04-23T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:37:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday.&lt;br /&gt;sighhh. back in school. can you say depressing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. yeah. i'm seriously looking forward to aussie life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life by the beach is better than anything we've got down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD the seaweed is always greener&lt;br /&gt;on a pretty, NON-MAN MADE BEACH.&lt;br /&gt;you think about going out here.&lt;br /&gt;but that is a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;look at the yucky sand.&lt;br /&gt;and the yucky green water.&lt;br /&gt;such wonderful things in australia.&lt;br /&gt;what more are you looking for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee.&lt;br /&gt;phytest was kinda easy. THANKGOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went through school without much scuffle. =D&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets reintroduce myself to the wonderful world of physics shall we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna screw midyears. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS TO HANDBELLS BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;goldwithhonours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that mean Bella owes us pizza or something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT: CALLIE DOES NOT GO BY HER CHINESE NAME.&lt;br /&gt;and she doesn't answer anyone who talks to her in chinese except alynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;calliemichelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i'm thinking of changing my URL to something LESS egoistic. any ideas???&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. in case no one knew, lajoliefille means theprettygirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3308902936825732532?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3308902936825732532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3308902936825732532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3308902936825732532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3308902936825732532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5145039972310372418</id><published>2007-04-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:28:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POST DELETED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5145039972310372418?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5145039972310372418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5145039972310372418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5145039972310372418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5145039972310372418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/x-jie-is-looking-for-fdns-in-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-9207657679422045644</id><published>2007-04-22T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:29:06.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Petrified- Fort Minor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so ours is on may 5th&lt;br /&gt;theme: james bond&lt;br /&gt;class of double-oh-seven, baybeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;whoooot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am so excited&lt;br /&gt;this year...i have a kickass dress (more poofy than james bond women style, but still awesome) and my own kickass date.&lt;br /&gt;and we have a 20 person stretch limo.&lt;br /&gt;and im going to have SO much fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's kinda cool. =D doubleohseven. =DD &lt;br /&gt;james bond huh???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not go ALL james bond and rent an Aston Martin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l.m.f.a.o.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised.&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST EVERY SCHOOL'S PROM THEME IS DOUBLEOHSEVEN. &lt;br /&gt;how... creative.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Best Myspace Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . About You . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brownblack &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;brownblack &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;fivefeetfour &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;purple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Screen Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;il mio cantante &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Band::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dreamstreetttt &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Movie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;peter pan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Show::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhhh SYTYCD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Car::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;hahaa. aston martin v12 vanquish. i wishhh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Hometown::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dont ask &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Present Town::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;ask me next year.QLDaussie. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Crushes First Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alex &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Grade::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;tenth (UH HS), eleventh (aussieHS) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Style::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk. people say i look like some hip hop chick but idts. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . Have You Ever . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sat on your rooftop?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i cant even get up there &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kissed someone in the rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Danced in a public place?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Smiled for no reason?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yep. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Peed your pants after age 8?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;i'm sure i have &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Written a song?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sang to someone for no reason?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Performed on a stage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Talked to someone you don't know?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gone out of your way to befriend someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Made out in a theatre?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gone roller skating since 8th grade?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . Who was the last person to . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Say HI to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alynn or kat. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tell you, I love you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;jess &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kiss you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hug you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idkkkk.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tell you BYE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alynn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Write you a note?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Take your photo?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alynn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Call your cell phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;dad &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Buy you something?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhhhh nicole. i haven't paid her back. lol. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Go with you to the movies?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;my mom. stomp the yard. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sing to you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alynn. hahaha.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Write a poem about you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Text message you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhhh athalie or kat. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Touch you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;alynn. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . What's the last . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Time you laughed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhh idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Time you cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;two days ago? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie you watched?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;highschoolmusical &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Joke you told?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song you've sang?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;uhhh Petrified.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Time you've looked at the clock?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drink you've had?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;F&amp;N orange &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number you've dialed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;home &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Book you've read?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;twilight &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Food you've eaten?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;lasagne &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Flavor of gum chewed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shoes you've worn?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;converse sneaks. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Store you've been in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;popular bookstore. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thing you've said?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;idk.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . Can You . . *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Write with both hands?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whistle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Blow a bubble?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Roll your tounge in a circle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cross your eyes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Touch your tounge to your nose?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dance?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gleek?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Stay up a whole night without sleep?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Speak a different language?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Impersonate someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Prank call people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Make a card pyramid?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cook anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;* . . 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NOT looking until i'm in aussie. thankyouverymuch. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Favorite color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;purple&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Favorite clothing line:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dior. A&amp;F. Hollister. Fox. Juicy Couture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are your right of left handed?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Right&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hugs or kisses:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;kisses.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Love or lust:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cheated:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hahaa. who hasn't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lied to your parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;who hasn't?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tattoos or piercings?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;piercings. fosho. i want a belly piercing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Name three things you can't live without:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;iPod, water and dance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Car or Truck?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;aston martin v12 vanquish.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Coffee or Tea?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;tea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever Been Too Drunk To Walk?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever Puked In Public?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stolen anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Would you ever run from the police?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever done the Macarina in public?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Made prank calls:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Been Stoned/High:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Skipped school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Whats one thing about you that you don't like others to know?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;that every single thing can make me cry&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Biggest turn-off:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;guys who smoke! and mouth off. and don't study. hahahaa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Best place you ever had sex?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;haven't had it. but i can tell you it'll be the bedroom. duh. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;In Love?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;well...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who are you in love with?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;alex. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever Loved Someone So Much It Hurt?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes. it hurt so much cos i know i can't have him. he ain't real. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sent someone a love letter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Summer or Winter?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;winter. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dog or Cat?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dog.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Believe in love at first sight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No, lust. =D a hot guy's hard to ignore. -hahahaa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever Kissed Someone In The Rain?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kiss A Stranger?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever Been So Happy You Cried?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;what is your favorite thing to do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Make-up Item:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;lipgloss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Month:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;january (2008)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Flower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;rose&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rainy or sunny?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;rainy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Night or Day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Get along with your parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Worst Habit?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;biting nails&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;pepsi or coke?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pepsi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ice-Cream Flavor:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chocolate chip cookie dough&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever had sex in public?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no. never planning to. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;favorite shows:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;SYTYCD. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are u a virgin:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;When did u lose your virginity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have u ever had a one night stand:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sdgjnjsgneg no.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ryyyy. heartyou. &lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pizza topping?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;green peppers! =D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chocolate or vanilla?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chocolate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sour or Sweet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sweet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;are you a happy person&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hahaa. not yet. i'll be a happy camper soon though! wait for QLD08!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Holiday?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;huh??? i wanna go to london. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Love or money?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hahaa. both. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Greatest Fear?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;being alone. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you have children?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If you can't have the one you love should you settle for someone else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes. if not, i'll be in love with a fictional guy forever. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Will your past come back to haunt you in the future?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no. i shall go to aussie and forget about my singapore robot life. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you still clinging to the past?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes. but as soon as i can, its going into the rubbish chute. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you believe in Heaven?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;what, if anything are you drinking?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nothing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;what's your favorite thing to munch on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;popcorn. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;favorite actor?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;daniel radcliffe, currently. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Looks or Personality:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Personality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Selfish?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Darkest secret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i'm afraid of the dark. is that dark enough???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/popup.asp?p=wpa-319595&amp;ns=y&amp;r=mss-364094" target=_blank&gt;Take This Survey&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-16047" target=_blank&gt;More MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-9207657679422045644?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/9207657679422045644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=9207657679422045644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9207657679422045644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9207657679422045644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/listening-to-petrified-fort-minor.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4474161618275387235</id><published>2007-04-22T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T09:12:36.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It turned out it was a rumor..his ex girlfriend started it. Poor kid moved to Boston because of it, and then came back and had to go to our alternative school..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Right after the lockdown they announced homecoming court. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our school is retarded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l.m.f.a.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after the lockdown they announced homecoming court...&lt;br /&gt;its kinda funny, if you look at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4474161618275387235?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4474161618275387235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4474161618275387235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4474161618275387235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4474161618275387235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-turned-out-it-was-rumor.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-572831738200327691</id><published>2007-04-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:56:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ehmagawd.&lt;br /&gt;did you know.&lt;br /&gt;that ROBBIE COLTRANE WAS IN STORMBREAKER?!??!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES I JUST FOUND OUT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WAS IN STORMBREAKER WITH PETTYFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who robbie coltrane also played?!??!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUBEUS HAGRID!!!!!! and I SERIOUSLY JUST FOUND OUT TODAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck. damn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh&lt;br /&gt;i just got out of the shower.&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered: i forgot to veet.&lt;br /&gt;whooops &lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;well, i'm NOT going back in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;sardonically pissed.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. no. i'm not angry.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly ever get angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that.&lt;br /&gt;yo. i spent the entire day studying and i come home AND YOU ASK ME TO EFFING STUDY?!&lt;br /&gt;is there no end to the torture that has to be inflicted on me?!&lt;br /&gt;ASPHYXIATE.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i WAS going to finish my geog today.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm thinking, what the f-. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung Joc- Going Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I realise our assembly area will be a site for uncovering many 'treasures' when they demolish it in the future&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, yesterday I (plus many others, hor!) while playing badminton during PE sent the shuttlecock to outerceiling space&lt;br /&gt;Cause our ceiling is in such a way that it has weird holes and ledges, uh?&lt;br /&gt;And today&lt;br /&gt;During Pe we sent the volleyball up also&lt;br /&gt;I think we're the first class to do that, though&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've only heard of shuttlecocks getting lost up there, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from lizzie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa YES. we were the first class to do that.&lt;br /&gt;hhaa. i killed myself laughing. i think we all did.&lt;br /&gt;who knew kimberley (i think it was kimberley) had such a powerful serve?!??!! wheee. smack. =D&lt;br /&gt;linyi sent a shuttlecock up there too when we were playing doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with the A1 girls on friday morning and they turned and saw the ball up there. they were kinda wondering what would happen if the ball suddenly fell down on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TALK ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;mY DANCE MUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a guy. =DD i like guy dancers better &lt;br /&gt;goshhh he krumps well.&lt;br /&gt;they don't do the whole sex appeal thingggggg. girls hip hop does it a lot and i hate it. &lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW SMOOTH CAN HE BE. GOSH. the moves really flowwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH OMG OMG OMG HE ROCKS. SERIOUSLAEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kathleen says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh im never going to look at bishan library and him and sg school boys the same way ever again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa i can't say the same thinggg. cos uhhhh it doesn't really surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;the white shirt thing was GROSS THOUGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG school boys huh?? what'll happen when you go to aussie???&lt;br /&gt;i can promise you that they all tuck out their shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw Alex did 11 GCSEs.&lt;br /&gt;he passed them all.&lt;br /&gt;but he did the edexcel paper.&lt;br /&gt;so DUHHH ahbviously he passed.&lt;br /&gt;if i took the edexel paper, i'd get all As. fosho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't we have pettyfer on the billboards??? (he's an RL//GAP model)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the renewed interest in pettyfer???&lt;br /&gt;cos he's gonna be my HSbf in... well, i can't say yet. but yeahhh. more info when the news goes public. =DDD whee. cantwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can'twait for harrypotter tooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna see it once with my family.&lt;br /&gt;then another time with ANYONE WHO WANTS TO SEE IT WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Literature, History, and Religion and Philosophy .&lt;br /&gt;those were his A level subjects. he did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a fan of Dan. but i don't like his looks or anything....&lt;br /&gt;or his taste in music, fyi. i bet he effs all over the place. (no i dont mean he screws around. i just mean he swears a lot) &lt;br /&gt;i mean, anyone who's a fan of the sex pistols HAS to swear a lot. its practically a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I like them, but it's hard to concentrate when the bats fly about, and they pee while they fly." [about the bats on the set]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Too many little numbers on one page!" - about math&lt;/b&gt; HAHHAAA&gt; SO TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's the most down to earth celeb. which is why i'm a fan.&lt;br /&gt;he's only eighteen. hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-572831738200327691?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/572831738200327691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=572831738200327691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/572831738200327691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/572831738200327691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/ehmagawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4618125853787298671</id><published>2007-04-21T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T09:26:16.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;420&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its one day late. but i only could blog now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the columubine annivarsary. (420 meaning 20th april, fyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently some schools stepped up security yesterday... &lt;br /&gt;and Britt's school had a lockdown cos someone brought a gun to school. &lt;br /&gt;whoa. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;HIGH CLASS:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You go/have gone tanning.&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You own an iPod/mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You love Starbucks.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have been called a brat.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You love shoes.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You hate buying things that are on sale.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have a laptop.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You love shopping.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•GOTH:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Black is one of your favorite colors.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You wear chains.&lt;br /&gt;•[]you like heavy metal.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] you've shopped at hot topic•&lt;br /&gt;•[]You have worn black lipstick.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have/had/or wanted piercings.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You own a pair of Tripp pants•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] More than one of your friends has unnaturally colored hair.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•PUNK:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You can skateboard.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You like plaid.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have/love Converse.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You hate mtv.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] i wanted to wax on purple hair... apparently its cheap!] You have/had/wanted blue, pink, red, purple, or green hair.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You love mohawks•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You LOVE Music.•&lt;br /&gt;•[X] Hate people who pretend to be something they are not&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•EMO:•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You are depressed sometimes.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have dark colored thick-rimmed glasses.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You cry easily.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You like emo music.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You've kept a journal/diary.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have written a sad poem.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have dyed your hair a dark color•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You're sad when you're drunk•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHETTO:•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You like all/some rap.&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have said "Fo Sho, Fo Shizzle, Fo Sheezy, etc."&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have worn/wanted a grill.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have had a freestyling contest.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have worn your shoes with the tongue flipped out.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You've said the N word to a black person and didnt get punched•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You know most of the lines from Boyz n the Hood•&lt;br /&gt;•[ ] You own a huge gold chain with a giant gold pendant•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•HARDCORE:•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You like loud music.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You love/like the Ninja Turtles.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have slip-on shoes.•&lt;br /&gt;•[ ] You like Norma Jean.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] People have called you a freak and meant it lovingly•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You love to "hardcore" dance•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Your hair has been dyed more than one color.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You wear jeans a lot.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•PREP:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You like The OC.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You had/have a tiny/small sized dog.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Your usual outfits consist of pink.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You like buying shoes A LOT.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You shop at Hollister.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] Getting your nails done is a fun thing.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have big sunglasses.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You can't go anywhere without your hair perfect.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•ATHLETIC:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You watch the Superbowl.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You own track shoes or cleats other sports related shoes.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You collect jerseys.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have/ had a special shelf for trophies and awards.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Your garage/shed consists of sports equipment.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You belong/belonged to a team.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x its 17, by the way. it used to be 1//7. but i decided to put it together. besides, cullen's forever seventeen]You have a specific number preferred for your jersey.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL:  3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•SCENE:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You like putting little bows in your hair•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have mini-skirts.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have parted your hair to the side.•&lt;br /&gt;•[]You think polka-dots are way cute.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have done a peace sign while you pose for a picture.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You've been called scene before.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have dyed your hair a bright, neon color•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You wear/wore long, colorful socks with your skirts•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•REDNECK:•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Gone four wheeling.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Went hunting.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Owned/own a four/three-wheeler or dirt bike.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Like to go fishing.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Eat beef jerky•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Ever said GIT-R-DONE.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] Listened to the song Redneck Woman.•&lt;br /&gt;•[ ] Know who Bocephus is.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•METALHEAD:•&lt;br /&gt;•[]You wear band shirts alot.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] If people down talk metal you down talk their favorite music.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You like bands like As I Lay Dying, Lamb Of God, and All That Remains.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You HATE emos. •&lt;br /&gt;•[] You love Black Sabbath.•&lt;br /&gt;•[] You have gone to Ozzfest.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You like to headbang.•&lt;br /&gt;•[ ]You don't like rap.•&lt;br /&gt;•[x] You have a taste for classic rock as well.•&lt;br /&gt;•TOTAL: 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm EMO.&lt;br /&gt;punk, class and hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... that's just about right. &lt;br /&gt;cos some people think i'm a highclass rich girl. and some people think i'm a punk rock hip hop chick. &lt;br /&gt;and everyone thinks i'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honesttttt i wish i were both. =D a high class punk rock girl. wheee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but uh... HARDCORE? where'd that come from?! everrrrryone wears jeans alot.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole 'music loud' thing isn't cos i'm a hardcore metal person... its just cos i need the music loud or whatever i'm choreographing just goes right through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to listen to music slightly softer now though, with kathleen sharing my iPod. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition later. then i'm librarying the entire day away. i'll go straight after tuition... then alynn's coming at two/three. i'll probably reach home around dinnertime. -.- then i'll see if kat can come over or if i'm gonna play a movie and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm weird. i study best with a movie on. &lt;br /&gt;but it HAS to be a chick flick or a non-scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;and i HAVE to know the movie esjgneg well. as in, every single line.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i just listen to what they say and i don't need to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was highschoolmusical yesterday. cos i couldnt find anything else i wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to alter my study schedule cos i didn't do the four chappies of phy i said i would... &lt;br /&gt;but i finished them yesterday, and finished another two chappys of phy too. i gotta do my geog assg today (its overdue.) and i gotta make a start on social studies.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i hate ss. too much brainwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i declare.&lt;br /&gt;i like guys who wear hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;and any kinda jacket.&lt;br /&gt;(tan leather jacket is not required in this case! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT denim. wheeees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys who wear black and jeans and dark colours. (no white shirts.  hahahaa winkwink. justkidding)&lt;br /&gt;and do not shop in A&amp;F. &lt;br /&gt;cos I shop in A&amp;F. &lt;br /&gt;can you imagine shopping in the same shop???&lt;br /&gt;okay. maybe you can... but i'm weird and i say i can't. =D&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;F is uber expensive here. they don't have an OUTLET see... so every single A&amp;F shirt goes for ajfneisagbg much. &lt;br /&gt;Hollister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhh. i just think  A&amp;F guys kinda... uhhh look really innocent.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. JESSE MCCARTNEY modelled for A&amp;F.&lt;br /&gt;well, he looked terribly innocent there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where alex shops???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW where edward shops.&lt;br /&gt;(well, where alice shops)&lt;br /&gt;probably D&amp;G and RL and all the expennnnsive shops. Ferragamo. haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i think the inside of alice's wardrobe = my heaven.&lt;br /&gt;i can only imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourrrrite brand: DIOR!!! j'adore dior. &lt;3 the bags, the shoes, the makeup. the perfume. (dior addict 2.) wheee. hinthint. birthdaypresents! hhahhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want shorts!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;but i hardly wear em except for @ home...&lt;br /&gt;wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;i want a cargo jacket.&lt;br /&gt;the esprit one is sixty bucks. )): &lt;br /&gt;the S&amp;K one is 70 bucks. 20% off.&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i want a white/gray/black hoodie too. )):&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;i have a gray one. but uh. its too small.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it fits fine.&lt;br /&gt;the arms are too short now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i have abnormally long arms. everyone says so. )): &lt;br /&gt;apparently its good for ballet. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: don't touch. ashley tisdale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4618125853787298671?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4618125853787298671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4618125853787298671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4618125853787298671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4618125853787298671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/420-well-its-one-day-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8671038244145282115</id><published>2007-04-20T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:41:27.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: withlove-hilaryduff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice clubby song. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;just do it with love love love love =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: chris brown. just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. i'm skipping songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPr4vMlV8zc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPr4vMlV8zc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY HEY. he doesn't have his shirt tucked or let out!&lt;br /&gt;uhhh cos he ain't wearing one.&lt;br /&gt;check it out. =D &lt;br /&gt;krumppp/ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IuVGkOi4Zvo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IuVGkOi4Zvo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like the steps with the song but he is ah-amazing. LOOK at his feet. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctMeMQtPPbc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ctMeMQtPPbc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO THIS IS A MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;i looove their hoodies. ;)&lt;br /&gt;the moves are really cool. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveee chris brown.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes... dance is 101% soul and heart and passionnnn. &lt;br /&gt;and you gotta SEE it when people dance or else no matter how good he/she is, it still doesn't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee. danceislove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8671038244145282115?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8671038244145282115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8671038244145282115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8671038244145282115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8671038244145282115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/listening-to-withlove-hilaryduff-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-6024431451290901056</id><published>2007-04-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:02:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Zoom- Tata Young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Ashley Tisdale version sounds nicer. =DD lighter and more dancey. Tata's version is the uhhh grinding on the dance floor with some random guy kinda song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby don't rush. you can look but don't touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from the library. &lt;br /&gt;seven of us today. that's the most so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, kat, emin, liling, devi, sarah and nicole. &lt;br /&gt;aka Six A1 girls and one A2 girl (me. duh.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, we were all laughing a LOOOOT over random stuff, and we still studied. =D it was fun. amazing. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. and... INFORMATIVE???&lt;br /&gt;the bio students are learning uhhh sexual reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;and uhhh their bio notes aren't exactly R rated but they're kinda graphical in a scientific way. no, no porn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew most of it already. (reading magazines when you're ten kinda speeds up your general knowledge) but it was tres tres tres funny. nicole's "he tucks out his shirt right?" was hi-larious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has really really innocent remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this group of girls walked past when we were studying and went "whatthef-." i was hoping that she would come back, cos i'd DEFINITELY tell her to f- off. goshhh what a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;eli//tricia said they've never seen me angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... i get sardonically pissed but i don't get angry per se. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the white shirt thing. goshhhhh. amanda is seriously disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRlBYzIHqk8"&gt;so fun baybee.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her room seriously rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwnyfPu-fpo"&gt;click here baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. this is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;the video idea is good. yeah, she can't sing. but hey, its creativity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DasfwBffq_w"&gt;she's the cutest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-6024431451290901056?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6024431451290901056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=6024431451290901056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6024431451290901056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6024431451290901056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/listening-to-zoom-tata-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7564108994518378144</id><published>2007-04-20T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:21:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo. WUWDS thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of them are in any order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs&lt;br /&gt;Move Along- All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;So Much For You- Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;With Love- HIlary Duff&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Name- Fort MInor&lt;br /&gt;Invisible- Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;There's Gotta Be More TO Life- Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;Dont touch (the zoom song)- Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;Papercut- Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;In the End- Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;TIme After TIme -Blaque//cyndi lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shows&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;soyouthinkyoucandance&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Summerland&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch TV. so i don't have any other favourites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;*harry potter&lt;br /&gt;*john tucker must die&lt;br /&gt;*centerstage&lt;br /&gt;*titanic&lt;br /&gt;*peter pan&lt;br /&gt;*aquamarine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. i can't think right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musicians&lt;br /&gt;*jesse mccartney&lt;br /&gt;*hilary duff&lt;br /&gt;*ashley tisdale&lt;br /&gt;*linkin park&lt;br /&gt;*fort minor&lt;br /&gt;*greg raposo&lt;br /&gt;*good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think. ahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls names&lt;br /&gt;*danielle &lt;br /&gt;*Callie&lt;br /&gt;*hailae&lt;br /&gt;*caitlin&lt;br /&gt;*jamanda &lt;br /&gt;*sabina&lt;br /&gt;*elisabeth&lt;br /&gt;*marissa&lt;br /&gt;*nykki&lt;br /&gt;*dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys names&lt;br /&gt;*Alex&lt;br /&gt;*Aaron&lt;br /&gt;*Edward&lt;br /&gt;*Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;*lucas&lt;br /&gt;*bradin&lt;br /&gt;*julian (i ALWAYS ALWAYS liked Julian from the famous five books for FOREVER cos i LOVED his name)&lt;br /&gt;*aiden (yes, as in the blood&amp;chocolate guy. the BOOK.)&lt;br /&gt;*ryan&lt;br /&gt;*daniel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therewego. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8347288909911339518</id><published>2007-04-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:38:18.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yee Min says:&lt;br /&gt;i just finished redux&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;how was it?&lt;br /&gt;Yee Min says:&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that I finished all 25 chapters in a night, i believe a direct answer is unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoting athalie, its the ME attitude &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME ME ME.&lt;br /&gt;or acutally, its YOU YOU YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's the one always giving in???&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;now, i may have to have to wait for alynn to finish HMT before i can actually take the slot. ahb-viously i mind a little, but alynn's my friend. of COURSE i'm gonna wait. and i won't complain. cos its not always about me. its not always about what fits me. it wasn't even a compromise.  &lt;br /&gt;its not about just you. not about fitting your whims and fancies in. its not just about whether you want a thursday or friday slot.&lt;br /&gt;its about finding the best solution that is hopefully to everyone's convenience.&lt;br /&gt;not just about you. if you can't make it on friday cos of some reason, please just say so. and "i want to go shopping" is not a reason, ahbviously. and anything along those lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying neither party has their wrongs. except ahbviously i'll be a little biased. seeing as I'M one party here. i'm not gonna say i'm completely unbiased and factual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not trying to pick a fight and get our way. we're just trying to find out the best way. if you get angry every five minutes whenever we try to discuss it, that isn't gonna work. if you just care about what YOU get and don't care about the other side, that isn't gonna work either. stop being so freaking self centered and LISTEN to what other people have to say. you already have it IMPRINTED in your mind that Michelle just wants her way. you haven't even been listening to my main point: find a slot each that suits everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahbviously we can't. since you can't get through a calm conversation without blowing up and storming off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna pick a fight...&lt;br /&gt;that can work.&lt;br /&gt;you just wont like the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna just get mad and stalk off and gossip about me...&lt;br /&gt;that can work too.&lt;br /&gt;your immaturity is none of my concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind when we try talking calmly next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't lost my infamous temper in a while... not with anyone in school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't wanna start now. gosh. over a f-ing little thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;( i actually typed out the four letter word. then i thought it looked too rated. so i bleeped it. there we go. lmfao. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna try for midyears&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;cos if i try and fail,&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen says:&lt;br /&gt;if you get up you might fall back down again so let's get up anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;if you get up you might fall back down again, so lets get up come on...&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;its like 2.4...&lt;br /&gt;i really really just am in the middle, and am desperately wanting to slow down... but i know i can't. and i just wish i could just think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT THAT BAD TO FAIL ONCE RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't let myself fail... and yet i know i probably will fall at this hurdle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just makes me hate myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one understands do they???&lt;br /&gt;cos its just everything. its me, and its everyone.&lt;br /&gt;its how everyone pressurises me.&lt;br /&gt;and how i pressurize myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry. i wanna die... i really just don't wanna care...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get out... wanna slow down... but i know i just don't dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't wanna do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the rush, don't like the heat.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the way EVERYONE thinks bagging As is the ONLY great feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really REALLY don't want to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't believe it rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;waait, i can. my vents always seem to rhyme. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need alex. i need him to gimme a hug and tell me EVERYTHING's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;not an asian kid. puh-lease. i need someone with class and finesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by class and finesse,&lt;br /&gt;i'm referring to a guy who actually knows what finesse means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8347288909911339518?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8347288909911339518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8347288909911339518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8347288909911339518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Illicit. &lt;br /&gt;in case you don't know, illicit and EXPLICIT do not mean the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned it to someone, and that someone thought it was a word that basically means something NC 16. &lt;br /&gt;not so, okay? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice fanfic. she wrote it in present tense. i think that she wrote better in her previous ones. i write in present tense a lot. that's why i kinda expect a lot more from pieces written in present tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatevs. i'm terribly upset cos of school and work and EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and my parents have always told me they don't want me to date anyone who isn't fully white.  My family thought it was fine for me to be such good friends with him for the past eight years, but since they recently found out we're together their opinion is changing completely.  &lt;/b&gt;-Jaran&lt;br /&gt;interracial relationships. yeah, i get that. that's basically what her plot is about. &lt;br /&gt;hey, i get it too. my dad wants me to date ONLY and ONLY asians.&lt;br /&gt;i say... uhhh dream onnnn! &lt;br /&gt;everyone knows me+asian boys = uhhh flirt and dump and move on. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;we just don't click. serious. i hate the singapore talk, the singapore ahbeng walk, the singapore all work no play attitude.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to like the guys???!!!&lt;br /&gt;and malaysian kids... goshhh. check the way they type! oh maaaaaaan. makes a girl wanna scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;we know aussie's guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;we know we will be able to do reasonably well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are we still stressing?! crying?! shedding tears... getting all suicidal over our work?!&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, we still care too much. we get so incredibly worked up over it. and we let it control us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more we don't need to worry about our results, the more we worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i SNAP. &lt;u&gt;I DONT CARE ANY MORE. LET ME FAIL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i detest myself. I HATE myself. i hate what i'm doing and i hate the fact that i'm not strong or smart enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just walk me to the end. i don't want to run any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-1821351248541346515?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1821351248541346515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=1821351248541346515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1821351248541346515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1821351248541346515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-reading-jarans-fic.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8111314599541885779</id><published>2007-04-19T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:09:59.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome to the eight forty PM news on the life of CALLIE MICHELLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the lit essays&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; geog assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; four chappys of physics revision for midyears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done the first... six chapters already??? gahhhh. but nothing seems to go in, and i haven't practised yet. it is PURE MAKING NOTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i'm revising the ENTIRE electricity and electromagnetism syllabus. that is, for the test AND for midyears. its RUSH CRAM AND DIE TIME. goshhh. )): life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just aiming for Bs for everything. i know there isn't enough freaking time. prelims is another story. all As. fosho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day: &lt;b&gt;i mean typical losers who go to school everyday with the mission of being a bitch&lt;/b&gt;- Devi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baybee. &lt;3 hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Alex in my head, who tells me exactly what i want to hear when i'm down... gives me hugs and everything.&lt;br /&gt;that's good. cos he's the only one who does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love alex and devi and ryy and kat and reem and donya and jessica and alynn. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love ANYONE who reads reason&amp;romance and doesn't get icky at the rated parts. who gets the deeper meaning behind the story and the way alex kinda progresses and shows his vulnerability in such an oh-so-subtle way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is getting me down. sheesh. i need to cry tonight. i can't take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;about the previous bitch-vent.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. i shall take advice and talk to her nicely.&lt;br /&gt;but once she starts being stupid and getting mad, i'm gonna start mouthing off to her. i dont care if she gossips the ceiling down. -.-if she wants to turn it into a bitchfight, that's her loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;school sucks. anything new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8111314599541885779?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8111314599541885779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8111314599541885779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8111314599541885779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8111314599541885779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome-to-eight-forty-pm-news-on-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3576388134480538386</id><published>2007-04-18T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:13:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got mad at someone today. and nearly sweared... &lt;br /&gt;oops? okay. i kinda mouthed the word... then i swallowed it. -.- i didn't feel like a full out bitchfight. even though i doubt that would've happened even if i did say what i uhhhhm. nearly said.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, stop getting mad at me. &lt;br /&gt;it just justifies my being mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;cos i could just turn the entire thing around and make it your fault. and i know you wouldn't be able to do a bloody thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i'm good at sacarstic one liners.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i love alex of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can i just mention that i don't care??? i don't care whether you like me or hate me or whether you think i'm '"so irritating lor'". -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a serious lack of people with actual good one liners here. whee. sacarsm is love. ("whatever" does not count as sacarsm. its just a retarded [and by retarded i mean SLOW] reply made by someone who can't think of anything good to say. which also means defeat is eminent!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;and youuuu. i seriously don't care if you like or hate me. i can never like you, not after everything that's happened between us for the last two years. but you've been getting me to forgive and forget and be friends for the longest time. i know i can never love/like you. but hey, i decided. fine. &lt;br /&gt;and you bloody ignore me now. so what do you want me to do? its not my problem any more. &lt;br /&gt;donya told me that i should just try. for sanity's sake. she wasn't very optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;and she hasn't even met you.&lt;br /&gt;and i was stupid to even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. why am i even giving a damn??? you ah-bviously don't.&lt;br /&gt;re-lax. i won't tell everyone else "not to friend _______" cos &lt;br /&gt;1. that isn't proper oxford dictionary english&lt;br /&gt;2. even i'm not that immature&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;3. cos that's your line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't pretend you haven't been subtly trying to turn people against me. &lt;br /&gt;its not gonna work baby&lt;br /&gt;and i'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;misogynistic words of endearment again?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i use the word baby a lot now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;doing: replying raelene's and cait's emails. &lt;br /&gt;AND trying not to cry. read below for explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didn't care about midyears.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could say i didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;but i care. a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay. cal is just doubly screwed all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading Katie's story on shootings, in the hindsight of the whole VAtech thing. I loved it. (the story. not the shootings ahbviously) She wrote Strawberry Wine. aka, the prettiest thing i ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard it. The deafening, thundering bang that erupted throughout the halls, and could probably be heard around the town. I was dead. I had to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were shut tight, as my fists balled up at my side. I waited for the pain to sink in, but it never did. I was fine. He didn't shoot me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes snapped open, and I stopped breathing at the sight in front of me. Derrick was sprawled across the ground, a pool of maroon colored blood forming around his head, leaking in every direction. I was gasping, and breathing heavily. I covered my mouth with my hand, to stop myself from screaming. I walked further, and stared at his now dead body. I kneeled down, and grabbed his hand. The coldness of his skin startled me, and I pulled back. Tears fell from my eyes as I began to stroke his greasy brown hair, that was now caked with blood. I stared at his lifeless eyes, and struggled to find the right words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the above is completely credited to Katie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously LOVE her writing, its unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE SINGAPORE ENGLISH SYLLABUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is comprehension?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to write reports and thesis' and stuff. i know how to, but i don't do it that well.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone i know is doing all these amazing english assignments and moi? ugh crap. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for aussie. gahhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r-a-w-r. &lt;br /&gt;i seriously won't be able to last til Os. serious.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressing OUT for midyears and it isn't even counted.&lt;br /&gt;cos gahhh we're all not freaking ready!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're majorly messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. in alex's words, we're royally f-ed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3576388134480538386?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3576388134480538386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3576388134480538386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3576388134480538386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3576388134480538386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-mad-at-someone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-9071058035987434204</id><published>2007-04-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:09:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doing: replying raelene's, duny's, jaran's, carla's, ryana's emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm corresponding through emails now. can you believe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in this blogpost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; random stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Columbine #2. the VA Tech Shootings. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; R&amp;R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL SUCKS. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;damnnnn. seriously, im going to CRY. i know i'm gonna screw up my midyears SO BAD. i'm freaking over&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; physics&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; amath&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; social studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe? chem, emath, geog aren't THAT bad. but DAMNNN i'm screwed. SO SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;hell. pure hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the columbine shooting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. VA Tech Shootings... &lt;br /&gt;33 dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even worse than columbine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if s'poreans even know what the columbine shootings were. -.- &lt;br /&gt;seriously. one thing really bad about s'poreans is that they have NO IDEA what's happening anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think it was TERRIBLE. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, its TRUE. why wasn't there a lockdown once it started?! they had TWO HOURS between the first shooting and the second. its plenty of time to send out a warning. some people weren't on campus yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i find it SO SO SO astounding how people can just DEFEND themselves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The more than two-hour gap between the shootings had authorities struggling to explain why the school was not locked down after the first incident and why the entire campus community still had not been informed more than two hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the guy can just DEFEND himself saying how "the question is, where do you lock them down". You have 33 deaths cos you didn't know WHERE to lock them down??? &lt;br /&gt;who bloody cares where?! thirtythree people died! &lt;br /&gt;and thirtyone people need NOT have died if they had actually activated a successful lockdown in the TWO FREAKING HOUR gap between the first shooting and the second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people didn't even KNOW about the freaking shootings. (still taking tests in classrooms. -.-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We're just shocked that the school would let us come to school when they knew two kids had already been shot on campus, way before classes started," said Mackenzie Melfa, 21, a junior from Towson. "We feel like this could have been prevented if our school had let us know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steger defended the university's response to the first shooting, saying that officials locked down the dormitory, activated a telephone tree and sounded sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bloody hell. puh-lease. it ahb-viously didn't work cos thirty one other people died after the first shooting and people were still WALKING OUT of their dorms after the shooting, and COMING TO SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was only one freaking shooter, dammit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;and freaky... its only days from the columbine annivarsary.&lt;br /&gt;columbine happened in 1999. &lt;br /&gt;eight days and only a few days off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;its scary. jaran says it doesn't even bother her anymore that people bring knives and guns to her school. &lt;br /&gt;it even happens in elementary school, which is dsfjnilsbg disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;R. &lt;br /&gt;still gaga over alex montgomery. thats me. =D&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT crazy over the last chapter. )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel like blogging. yeah. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to look for a stupid picture for socialstudies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal. &lt;br /&gt;cullen//montgomery clan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-9071058035987434204?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/9071058035987434204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=9071058035987434204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9071058035987434204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9071058035987434204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/doing-replying-raelenes-dunys-jarans.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8109523750562870885</id><published>2007-04-15T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:39:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this time, its a story about Alex Montgomery's SECOND IN COMMAND.&lt;br /&gt;who can't compare with Alex either. cos alex is GORGEOUS. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It wasn't hard to pick Quentin out. He wasn't the handsomest or the tallest senior, but he had the distinct advantage of being Alex Montgomery's second-in-command, just a step down from the sun in our social galaxy. If Montgomery was the sun, we were, well, Uranus. Yeah, up yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX MONTGOMERY. &lt;3 hahahaa. Q isn't my favourite character so... idk. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quentin winked at me. "Stop it, you vixen. It's embarrassing the way how you throw yourself at me. I already said I'd have you anytime." &lt;br /&gt;"When are you going to learn what 'no' means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why bother? It usually means yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. Q's a bigger flirt than Alex. a lot more vocal and outspokenly sure of himself. alex doesn't ADVERTISE how confident and arrogant he is. he kinda shows it in the way he acts and behaves, and everyone knows it. ALEX HAS FINESSE. =D cos Alex doesn't NEED to flirt. he has that casual... idk, reminds me of a big slinky cat. cheetah maybe. the smooth gait... the intent eyes. the almost languid way a cheetah strolls towards its prey, knowing the prey can't get away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, in this case, the prey is us. me. whatevs. =D ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal. &lt;br /&gt;cullen//montgomery clan. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8109523750562870885?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8109523750562870885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8109523750562870885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8109523750562870885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8109523750562870885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/sequel-sequel-sequel-this-time-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2185578076530119365</id><published>2007-04-15T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:27:25.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BABYYY&lt;br /&gt;i GOT MY PHOTO TAKEN NEXT TO AN ASTON MARTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the DB7, not the Vanquish. but still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were exiting Paragon carpark and my dad saw a nice car. he slowed down and went "what car is that?" when i saw the DB7, i said "i think its an aston martin. DB7?? YES ITS AN ASTON MARTIN!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad stopped the car there and we got out to look at it. hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;DREAM CAR BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i went CD shopping. now i've got&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; GOOD CHARLOTTE. Good Morning Revival. =D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; FORT MINOR. the rising tied (can u believe i've been listening to their songs for over a year and never bought their cd until now???)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ASHLEY TISDALE. Headstrong&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; HILARY DUFF. Dignity&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; TAKE THE LEAD OST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh wheee. =D hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;plus the ones my daddy bought back the last time. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got sneakers too. no, i didn't get the dunks. )): i wanted em' thoughhh. i got Converse. and i decided against epilating. i bought the veet spray thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's two things off my list!!! which now stands at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; HOODIE.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; CARGO JACKET (ESPRIT. $60) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; WHITE WIDE BELT &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; C&amp;K WEDGES (white or off white)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A&amp;F/FOX/HOLLISTER SHIRTS! (NO BLACK) &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; JUICY COUTURE SWEATPANTS! (i doubt they have juicy couture in SG. hahaa)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; PURPLE S&amp;K TOP (20% off. idk original price though)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; S&amp;K SKIRT ($30. 20% off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. and this is my list of THINGS I CANNOT BUY.&lt;br /&gt;X Lip gloss, eyeshadow, mascara or ANY makeup at all. &lt;br /&gt;X no facial products!!!!&lt;br /&gt;X no nail polish or accessories &lt;br /&gt;X ANY CDS OR DVDS &lt;br /&gt;X anything for the phone//iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm concentrating on clothes. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2185578076530119365?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2185578076530119365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=2185578076530119365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2185578076530119365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2185578076530119365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/babyyy-i-got-my-photo-taken-next-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8886601988555584049</id><published>2007-04-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:16:16.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE LAST CHAPTER OF REASON AND ROMANCE REDUX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shrieked with excitement first.&lt;br /&gt;then got teary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last chapter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's make the MOST OF IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes baby. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;official debut as Alex's girlfriend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Damn!" Quentin said when he saw her and Alex still packing. "We were hoping to catch you in flagrante delicto."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. thanks for the new vocab word. Q is love. =D devi's love. not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex looked up. "Hey! Hands off my girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin waggled his eyebrows. "Why am I getting the distinct impression I'm not welcome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you aren't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ALEX IS MY LOVE. MY LOVE. MY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Oh wait, I'm just a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gorgeous girl," Alex amended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;a-lex!!!! &lt;br /&gt;alex alex alex alex alex alex alex alex alex alex alex.&lt;br /&gt;i did NOT copy paste the above. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Am I a great boyfriend or what?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was sitting with him, his arm around her, and with a casual gesture, he got her a slice of pizza and a drink. He was absent-mindedly toying with her hair as he listened intently to whatever Quentin was saying. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww. ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEXXXXXXXXXX. &lt;3 xxooxoxoxooxoxox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ooh, big word! Did you look that up in the dictionary?"    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i see the end of the chapter. when i saw it, i whimpered. out loud. yes. i'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NICEST WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Alex leaning on an elbow, his eyes alight, his mouth curving. She liked how his mouth softened, how his voice lost that hard edge. She also liked his edgy humor, his arrogance. But that wasn't the only thing she liked. He was just different, that was what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes... we all don't know why we love him. we just do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THESE ARE THE MOST HEARTBREAKING WORDS EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;His eyes were a beautiful, translucent green, and what she saw in them made her blush. This was the way they should be. And it was how they were. And that was more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wails- ITS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;this is the sadness i've never known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, thats a song lyric. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ALEX BINDER has gotten a girl pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, literally a high school soph. &lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'm a sophomore too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's gorg.name's danielle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know if its completely true or not, even though there are pretty reliable sources. &lt;br /&gt;BUT. its not been publicized ANYWHERE. so do not take my words seriously until you actually read it from a certifiable source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, alex as in MTV's two-a-day. &lt;br /&gt;i think the entire two-a-day concept is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;but admittedly i think it definitely has a HUGE interest thing. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not that hot. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't hold a candle to montgomery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dawn says:&lt;br /&gt;PUH LEASE&lt;br /&gt;Dawn says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm one of the dumbest in RJ!&lt;br /&gt;Dawn says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously honestly&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah RIIIIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;what'd u get for Os huh?&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;six points???&lt;br /&gt;Dawn says:&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;Dawn says:&lt;br /&gt;but a lot of people got 6 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh a LOOOOT of people got six points hmmm. -.- &lt;br /&gt;dawn... pretty, can dance, SMART.&lt;br /&gt;why ain't i jealous of her???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. she is deluded into thinking I LOVE HER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Name: FIRYANA TROUSDALE&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Where did we meet: on my blog. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Take a stab at my middle name: aw maaaaaaan. hhhahahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;How long have you known me: i knew you in 2005. =D &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do I smoke: no!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What was your first impression of me upon meeting: WHOA THIS GIRL HAS A LOT OF ENERGY AND LOVES DREAM STREET LIKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Color of my eyes: brown-black. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do I have any siblings &amp; how many: oh my gosh, I DONT KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What's one of my favorite things to do: dream about dream street. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do you remember one of the first things I said to you : "you're michelle right?!??!??!!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What's my favorite type of music: pop? hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What is the best feature about me: the big bright mega-watt smile. =D &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Am I shy or outgoing: OUTGOING! boiiing. this girl has more energy than me!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: she doesn't follow the rules per se, but doesn't exactly go too far in breaking them. is there a middle option???&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What's your favorite memory of me: meeting you at the mall and screaming over DS posters. haahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Any special talents: Being yourself, and being able to make ANYONE feel at ease just by being you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Would you consider me a friend: my BEE-F-F babyYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;How many children do I have: haahaaaa. none. until your first kid with chrisssss. =D&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: ryana. cos it IS your nickname and cos you LURRRVE CHRIS.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;bring?: practically, you should bring a teleporter so we could teleport outta there! -winkwink- nahhhs. you'd probably bring your entire music collection so we could par-tay with the monkeys and tribal natives. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There was a trace of pity in Alex's gaze. "Oh, baby. I don't think you understand. This thing is getting too huge. They'll find out about us one way or another. But for now, I'll keep quiet, if that's what you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice quote... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about my one shots. &lt;br /&gt;Starring the one and only little sister JESSICA. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to write a full story.&lt;br /&gt;but you know me. i really SUCKKKKK at committing to a project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got QUITE A FEW projects already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the one shots will ALL follow the same plot. &lt;br /&gt;but they won't be in order, and it won't flow. basically, its kinda like situational flashbacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my other projects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Edward's Footsteps. &lt;i&gt;PENDING.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Jasper's PApercut. &lt;i&gt;haven't started&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the fictionpress project. &lt;i&gt;co writes with jessica, duny, reem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the TWILIGHT SERIES one shots. &lt;i&gt;finished. posting on fanfic.net. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the twilight&amp;&amp;charmed crossover. &lt;i&gt;co writing with jessica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stories i'm in, and need to review&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Whydon'tyoukissher&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Don'tmesswithus&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Sudsinthebucket&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; WhitmoreAcademy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The reAl World&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Taste It&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;bt of coz aus is nice la&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;y 2 go there 2 date wif western man?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;aussie isn't exactly in the west.&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;its in the east of singapore, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;bt the guy at there looke like the same&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;and no, i am not going there specifically to date guys. &lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;oh.....&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think they all look the same, which is why i vastly prefer them to asian guys.&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe y u hate s'pore&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;and why's that?&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;coz s'pore dun hav guys who look like orlando bloom or tom cruise...&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;do you seriously think i'm going to australia for the guys????&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;cos seriously, i don't need a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;u r lessbian?!&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;why does everything have to revolve around guys&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;then....&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;bt sumtimes gal go thr 4 guy....&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;then they're shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duny says:&lt;br /&gt;dont waste your time defending yourself to dimwits like that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hero. ;) i love you... =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. loveyouduny. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. i got so irritated by him. he kept bugging and bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withwithwithlove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8886601988555584049?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8886601988555584049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8886601988555584049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8886601988555584049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8886601988555584049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-chapter-of-reason-and-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-6557927141548429809</id><published>2007-04-14T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:27:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HEY CALLIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're amazing you know that! You're too awesome! You're like, too hot to handle... lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. i'm happy. =DDD thankyouthankyouthankyou.&lt;br /&gt;yes i deserve the Nobel prize for Randomness too.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa. I loveyou Carla. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we share the same birthday, can u believe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but SHE IS SUCH AN AMAZING AMAZING PERSON. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;her fanfic notebooks are *STARE AND GASP*&lt;br /&gt;amazing amazing amazing....&lt;br /&gt;completely totally amazing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w267/labyrinthofdisaster/LOD1.jpg&gt;CHECKIT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she doesn't mind me posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;he's gay... i'm sureeee&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;but we'll keep that from jess&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;let's not crush her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;wait no actually&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;jess thinks he's gay tooo lmao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;3reem&amp;jess&amp;amp;duny&lt;br /&gt;and carla&amp;mon&amp;amp;raelene&amp;everyoneitalkto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new resolution: BE AS COMMITTED AS CARLA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;write a story and STICK TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;goshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at her notebooks. *eyes pop* i have no idea how to describe what i feel when i stare at it... mainly cos i know how much effort goes into writing stuff. and wowwwww that's seriously.... IDK. SHE WRITES SO MUCH!!! GOSH. its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;when he was a kid thoughhh&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahaa. i fall in love with kids a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;that sounded SO wrong Cal&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHH&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i knowwww&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i think it IS wrong too&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i can see a little kid and tell him "i'm gonna marry you"&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;nice callie nice&lt;br /&gt;Reem- [[Who's David? David is the towel monster living in my bathroom cupboard... I'd so get with someone named David ]] says:&lt;br /&gt;im appparently best friends with a pedophile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't know what i'd do without all of youuu. =D&lt;br /&gt;my bffs and my sisters and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;=DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess. says:&lt;br /&gt;*internetgrouphug*&lt;br /&gt;Jess. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha if I didn't have you guys I'd probably go insaneee&lt;br /&gt;Jess. says:&lt;br /&gt;it's like having a bunch of older sister&lt;br /&gt;Jess. says:&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internetgrouphug. &lt;333 whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-6557927141548429809?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6557927141548429809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=6557927141548429809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6557927141548429809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6557927141548429809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-callie-youre-amazing-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5442407789094835751</id><published>2007-04-14T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T10:21:38.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RiA6gLBCpNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WPdiYpII5bc/s1600-h/jessemac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053103106297078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RiA6gLBCpNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WPdiYpII5bc/s320/jessemac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/whatsupwithdreamstreet/whateverboard.msnw?action=get_message&amp;mview=0&amp;amp;ID_Message=855788&amp;LastModified=4675618447725063552"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; is a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a life. seriouslyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess says that if she were rich and had a jet, she'd come and get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thankyouhun. &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can already tell that you're a sweet &amp;amp; kind person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww. =D thankyou Carla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i post everyone's stuff on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH AHHH AHHH OHMIGOSH SOMEONE BUMPED UP STRAWBERRYWINE.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i totally completely FORGOT about thattttt!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;zomg zomg zomggggg. &gt;.&lt; &lt;u&gt;"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become unwanted."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what the f-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the computer volume's not working again.&lt;br /&gt;my brother screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;and he's trying to make it off like its not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;yo. newsflash. it was working last night right up to the part you downloaded your shit onto the computer. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;asshole or no???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh forget it. let's go talk about how irritating life is.&lt;br /&gt;and how much i effing hate differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna print out R&amp;R. so i can read it at school and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the only crazy one who does that, serious. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, i'm gonna go. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;withlove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;callie.    cullen//montgomery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&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/23976272-5442407789094835751?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5442407789094835751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5442407789094835751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5442407789094835751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5442407789094835751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-this-is-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_my_d086RRFQ/RiA6gLBCpNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WPdiYpII5bc/s72-c/jessemac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5855248236999492637</id><published>2007-04-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:23:03.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>notenote.&lt;br /&gt;if you can't do booty pops. puh-lease don't try to do it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't see why you people are complaining about the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;They're great. But thats coming from a guy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes- she is so pseudo-britney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u can use the word in 'pseudo-virginal', can u use it in that context???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am watching some weird cantonese show. &lt;br /&gt;the guy reminds me slightly of Alex. no. not in looks. i'm sure alex's looks rival edward's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley tisdale says the word "like" a loooot. &lt;br /&gt;she wakes up with bad hair... &lt;br /&gt;hahaaa. i love her.&lt;br /&gt;she needs so much to look 'actually pretty'. so do i. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching ashley tisdale's headstrong DVD. yupp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the cd. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5855248236999492637?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5855248236999492637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5855248236999492637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5855248236999492637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5855248236999492637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/notenote.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8281640612807816469</id><published>2007-04-13T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:56:50.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~JUICY COUTURE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in quentin's words,&lt;br /&gt;"fuck this victim shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE said it. not me. i'm quoting him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* says:&lt;br /&gt;wat s ur plan woh?&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to australia next year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously felt like closing the effing window.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TYPE PROPER SENTENCES. PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fine if you think i'm just making a huge deal out of nothing, cos you really honestly can just mouth off and i won't care what the hell you think about me. &lt;br /&gt;but I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE JUST SPOUT IMPROPER ENGLISH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its WHAT. not WAT.&lt;br /&gt;its LIKE. not Lyk.&lt;br /&gt;and exactly where did 'worh', 'arh' and 'lorhx' and all that come from?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hann biin lee wong says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;medicine s'pore is better ma&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i hate singapore.&lt;br /&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;y wanna go aus?&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i hate singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;2 run aay frm family&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;no. like i said, i hate singapore. full. stop.&lt;br /&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;2 run away frm family, izit?&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i repeat for the LAST TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. like i said, i hate Singapore. fullstop. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if he asks again, I SWEAR I'M GONNA MOUTH OFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i AM like a broken tape, like alex says, always running. &lt;br /&gt;But its not running from family per se.&lt;br /&gt;its running away from the whole f-ing system, the pressure everyone puts on me, EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;i have to believe nothing can touch me when i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm running. and hell, i don't care what ANYONE says already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear that without anyone giving me crap, i'm gonna represent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a shitty mood. and no one really gets it. least of all my parents, and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;donya, jessica, kat, devi, cait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for being there. you have no idea how much it's always meant to me. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you ryyyy. &lt;3 my BFF forever, i promiseeee. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the words of encouragement van. means a lot. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8281640612807816469?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8281640612807816469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8281640612807816469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8281640612807816469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8281640612807816469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/juicy-couture-in-quentins-words-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2479848031623489177</id><published>2007-04-13T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:36:40.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the carla/delicia thing really made me think about self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been putting myself down a. lot. &lt;br /&gt;and it sucks... it really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i basically unloaded everything about the vent blogpost thing out to Kat over burgers and fries at Macs. &lt;br /&gt;i love you for listening to my endless drivel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already know she thinks the same way... &lt;br /&gt;and so does devi. and a lot of the pro-aussie people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks sooo much to duny for understanding too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are the only ones who know exactly how... driven... i am about this... How angry and upset and tearful i get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want out. i don't care how. i &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; out. i can't take this any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;can you take the ACTS, SATS and PSAEs in singapore???&lt;br /&gt;cos if you can, i wanna take them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm gonna suck for Os. but i wanna take every other exam ever. &lt;br /&gt;the more people get me to study, the more i just automatically shut down.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna take those exams. &lt;br /&gt;so if anyone knows if they can be taken in singapore, lemme know kay??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2479848031623489177?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2479848031623489177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=2479848031623489177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2479848031623489177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2479848031623489177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-carladelicia-thing-really-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-150789732611580103</id><published>2007-04-13T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:43:29.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging from school.&lt;br /&gt;we got let out from physics twenty minutes early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm DSAing fosho. DAWN HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;i canNNNNNOOOOT choreograph a contemp ballet item. )))))):&lt;br /&gt;i. will. die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still irritated with the whole Os thingggg.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna drop amath. i SUCK at it and you don't expect me to do it cos i can't. fullstop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subs i'm keeping up with are chemistry, geog (SURPRISINGLY) and emath (also another surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones i'm not studying at all for are LIT, ENG and CHINESE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones i haven't started for shit are phy and amath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've kinda got hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;amath&lt;br /&gt;emath&lt;br /&gt;phy&lt;br /&gt;chem&lt;br /&gt;geog&lt;br /&gt;ss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to study for. &lt;br /&gt;and i seriously need to study amath and ss.&lt;br /&gt;which i suck at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its not THAT BAD.&lt;br /&gt;but midyears are coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwthat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i am aware i'm using hellofalot of vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;but when you're pissed... damnnnn. as pissed as i am, you tend to use a lot too. =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lusting for frozen hot chocolate, dammit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read blood and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;i love Gabriel. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;well, not LOVE. he's no comparision to alex.&lt;br /&gt;and ahbviously not edward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should post more pics on my blog. hahahaa. but i'm so lazyyyyy i dont wanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go.=D &lt;br /&gt;lit next. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-150789732611580103?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/150789732611580103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=150789732611580103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/150789732611580103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/150789732611580103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-549517680099459415</id><published>2007-04-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:38:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we dont do O levels anymore we do edexcel its easier than cambridge tahnk god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. thanks! -.- &lt;br /&gt;the whole world's doing an easier paper than us. &lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE FAIR?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;don't give me that shit about how "everyone in singapore does it". cos NEWSFLASH singapore is just a tiny red dot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were some people who completely tanked their exams and are currently doing so well and earning millions. A LOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin Daniel's doing medicine. and he, like me, didn't do well at my age either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me a chance in aussie. &lt;br /&gt;if i don't do well there, yank me back and stick me whereever you want. or kill me. WHATEVER. just give. me. a. shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i can't. work. i REALLY REALLY CANT. &lt;br /&gt;the more you force me, lecture me, mention studying, THE MORE I CANT DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would've thought SOMEONE WOULD HAVE UNDERSTOOD THAT BY NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something in my head is BLOCKING AND BLOCKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna DSA. i'm gonna DSA to RJ (dawn wants me to. she said she'll choreo for me if she has to. hahaa.) and ACJC and SAJC and see if i get accepted. if i do, HAH. if RJ can accept me, WHO ARE YOU TO SAY I CANT DO IT IN AUSSIE. &lt;br /&gt;and if i don't get it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there's a really tall building near my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyday is getting worse &lt;br /&gt;Do the same things and it hurts &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should try &lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should CRY.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i'm dryingggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drying upppp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Duny says:&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen you dance but im sure you`re amazing&lt;br /&gt;Duny says:&lt;br /&gt;and your writing BLOWS ME AWAY&lt;br /&gt;Duny says:&lt;br /&gt;and you`re the cutest little thing everrr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously cryinggg... &lt;br /&gt;i love you sooooooo much. &lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much that means to me, seriously... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;if i don't live in aussie when i get married, i won't have a kid.&lt;br /&gt;i swear on my entire jmac wall and all the money i have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. no. i swear that if i happen to live in singapore, i wont have a kid. &lt;br /&gt;promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want my precious kid to have my life. just like my parents didn't want me to have theirs. &lt;br /&gt;i'm glad and thankful i didn't have their life of course.&lt;br /&gt;but i still hate mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;cos they don't have to live it. &lt;br /&gt;not here. not now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not gonna continue living it for much longer. &lt;br /&gt;getting out. i don't care how. i'm getting out of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone to be good to me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be good to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-549517680099459415?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/549517680099459415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=549517680099459415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/549517680099459415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/549517680099459415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-dont-do-o-levels-anymore-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4805703288158277668</id><published>2007-04-12T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:10:39.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;br /&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always loooveddd this song. &lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are seriously so... me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm jumping at everything new. picking fights for the fun of it. i love it when people do the racism thing on me, just so i have something to get angry about. just so i can feel something besides dispair over STUDIES. i love all the shit life throws at me. just because it gives me something to do besides things i'm supposed to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there really has got to be more to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing&lt;br /&gt;And why can't I let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more&lt;br /&gt;Than wanting more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm wanting more&lt;br /&gt;I'm always waiting on something other than this &lt;br /&gt;Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song was so long ago, but i still love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm missing out on LIVING. &lt;br /&gt;maybe people don't see it. cos they just see everyone living the same life as they are.&lt;br /&gt;but i know people. seriously, without the DS influence, i'd be a singapore clone right now. But i know people. ALL OF THEM. out there. living life. while i'm here wasting my life day after day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed out on a lot of opportunities for dance. that hurts the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people who can go to malls during the weekend. have sleepovers with their friends. go crazy on junk food then go to the gym together to work it all off. can impulsively decide on having a party. can GO to parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this added on to school life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos its just possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we don't have it here.&lt;br /&gt;the environment doesn't let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gotta be more to life.&lt;br /&gt;no shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a friend who says that one day, she's gonna end her life.&lt;br /&gt;and i believe her.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that one day, she might seriously consider it. &lt;br /&gt;there's a problem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people don't question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example: THE ISLAND.&lt;br /&gt;they don't ask questions cos they haven't been taught to. they don't miss LIFE because they don't know anyone who has one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you know whats out there, HELL. YOU WANT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only have one f-ing life. WHY settle for second best?&lt;br /&gt;and HELL. this isn't even second best.&lt;br /&gt;why wait til "when you get your job, you can enjoy life"???&lt;br /&gt;for all i know, I WONT EVEN LIVE UNTIL THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f- it. &lt;br /&gt;THERE. alex, i SAID IT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm f-ing gonna cry right now.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE EFFING UNDERSTANDS HOW FREAKING FRUSTRATED I AM ABOUT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;not even jessica or donya understand exactly how much i hate it. how much i hate not having even an OPPORTUNITY to live life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE GETS IT DAMMIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm effing crying now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one thing if you're a loser and thus have no life.&lt;br /&gt;its another thing if you can have a life but just don't have the opportunity to live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all a bunch of singapore academic clones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more year baby. you're outta here. &lt;br /&gt;i have a splitting headache. it always happens when i get frustrated that no one understands anything i'm saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a life where its NOT JUST BOOKS AND BOOKS AND BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want that fucking "study hard enjoy life later" crap EVERYONE's been feeding all of us! &lt;br /&gt;i know people who HAVE A LIFE AND STUDY TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all i know, maybe i'd die tomorrow. i may die next week. or a year later.&lt;br /&gt;it may not be today, but i'm gonna die SOMEDAY. every minute, i get closer. &lt;br /&gt;BELLA GETS IT. why don't you get it?!&lt;br /&gt;life isn't something you can f-ing REPEAT. so stop giving me that f-ing shit about "enjoy life later" COS THERE MIGHT NOT BE A "LATER" FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell, if i die before accomplishing my dreams, i'm not gonna be a very happy camper in heaven. no shit. and by DREAMS, i don't just mean GET A JOB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean get asked to prom. get married. have kids. get my first kiss. join a hip hop crew. go to a party. find a group of friends whom i can talk with 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life isn't just about studies.&lt;br /&gt;and no one here f-ing gets that.&lt;br /&gt;and even if some of my friends get it, there's nothing we all can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the day: VOte for Amin my bitch k?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. i don't vote. but i'll advertise. VOTE FOR FANTASTIC 4. &lt;br /&gt; for all i know, he's another one of your friends who thinks i'm an enthusiastic paranoid freak. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you baby. =D&lt;br /&gt;baby? you're OLDER than me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**pardon the vulgarities. but when you're as frustrated and angry and downright pissed off as i am, you can't just be POLITELY RUDE. &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that be an oxymoron? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DID bleep out most of it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall everyone stands&lt;br /&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;With the life held in your Hands &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comeON baby. QLDaussie2008. for my sanity. for my life back (back? i never actually had it. f-that.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos dammit, a lot of people don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;if you THINK YOU UNDERSTAND, you probably don't. &lt;br /&gt;so stop trying to be smart, please. &lt;br /&gt;just let me wallow in my self induced misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what you think it is, dont you? self induced misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who think that, i only have two words. one starting with F and ending with K. the second starting with O and ending with F. &lt;br /&gt;no surprises there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i've had ENOUGH with all this crap. with people not getting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;callie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4805703288158277668?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4805703288158277668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4805703288158277668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4805703288158277668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4805703288158277668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-gotta-be-more-to-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5887252914466222281</id><published>2007-04-12T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:08:36.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: LISTLESS&lt;br /&gt;doing: eating pretzels and replying Jaran's email &lt;br /&gt;listening to: i'm not missing you. stacie orrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS DAY TODAY. damnnn. &lt;br /&gt;the beginning was FUN. cos i did an event. &lt;3333 &lt;br /&gt;the kids are SO CUTE its crazy. &lt;br /&gt;we were put in charge of the P4s. and they made us do EVERYTHING they didn't wanna do. situps etc etc... hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;we won&lt;/b&gt;. First place. am super super proud of all of them! they were all so. so. so. enthusiastic. &lt;3 i love little kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the backward throw was sooo funny. i threw it, and it went off the pit and nearly hit someone... WHOOOPS. how was i supposed to know?! i couldn't see it. lol. &lt;br /&gt;then dorothy threw... and the ball went front instead of back. &lt;br /&gt;but we won. i think i did about four of the stations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey's group got 2nd. =D both the Chew house groups got first and second. they were all so so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spent the morning running after hyperactive kids. hahaa. one of the primary school teachers commented "the older girls are having a chance to take charge of the younger ones." hahhaaa. little kids have SUCH SHORT ATTENTION SPANS. and they run EVERYWHERE! i am so gonna lose my voice... I spent the morning shouting "KEEP OFF THE TRACK!" and "chew house follow me!!!!" and "group 44 please stick together and FOLLOW ME!" i didn't remember anyone's names at all, i'm sad to say. except that one girl whom i ah-dored. the rest i just called by the very original names "CHew House" and "44". oh man. hahaa. look away for one second and they're off running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're all so cute, it doesn't even matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the alex montgomery harem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was a bitch and i lied to him. (ahbviously the 'him' isn't alex)&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a boyfriend. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't have lied. but he wasn't gonna let go was he? &lt;br /&gt;asshole. don't flirt with someone else when you've got a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my book, only Alex can get away with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;people were making a RACKET in the library today. damn. we were trying to get someone to go over and tell them to f- off. but no one dared to in case it got into an arguing match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gotta be more to life. seriously...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5887252914466222281?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5887252914466222281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5887252914466222281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5887252914466222281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5887252914466222281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/mood-listless-doing-eating-pretzels-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-1336696662998579001</id><published>2007-04-12T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:14:32.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name 5 females in your life:&lt;br /&gt;1. ryyy.&lt;br /&gt;2. alynn&lt;br /&gt;3. linyi&lt;br /&gt;4. jessica&lt;br /&gt;5. donya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of them family? no.&lt;br /&gt;Are any of them crushes? no.&lt;br /&gt;Are any of them exes? no.&lt;br /&gt;Are any of them single? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Are any of them gay? no.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the prettiest? haha. linyi would think it's her. i think they're ALL pretty. &lt;br /&gt;Who's the thinnest? alynn.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the most popular with boys? DUNY. &lt;br /&gt;Who's the smartest? jessica. and alynn. they're both sooo smart, and both REFUSE to own to it. &lt;br /&gt;Who's the ditziest? LINYI. &lt;br /&gt;Who's the friendliest? ALL OF THEM!&lt;br /&gt;Who's the bitchiest? hahahaa idk. &lt;br /&gt;Who's the most trustworthy? ry. duny. jess. idk. hahhahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the easiest to talk to? duny&amp;&amp;jess. &lt;br /&gt;Who's the best drinker? hahahaaa. idk. ry's legal to drink. but i don't think she does.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the most innocent? Alynn. &lt;br /&gt;Can any of them dance? course!&lt;br /&gt;Can any of them not swim? i'm sure they all can.&lt;br /&gt;Can any of them drive? ry's legal to drive. she doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;Can any of them burp on command? i'm sure ry can. or linyi, if she tries. &lt;br /&gt;Can any of them hold conversation? all of them. =D&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cuddled any of them? course.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed any of them? not on the lips. lol. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone further with any of them? no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told any of them that you love them? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever argued with any of them? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a fight with any of them? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen any of them cry? alynn. linyi. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made any of them cry? idont think so. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen any of them drunk? no. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen any of them high? no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been jealous of any of them? oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been scared of any of them? maybe a little... &lt;br /&gt;Do you love any of them? of course.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along better with girls or boys? guys. fosho. &lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you had more girl friends? hahaa i wish i had lots of friends in general. &lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you had more guy friends? i wish i had a guy best friend. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes befriend people because you're attracted to them? nah. &lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes befriend people because they aren't as attractive as you? nooo.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been stabbed in the back by a friend? i have.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been the backstabber? ahbviously. every girl has a little part of them that screams "BITCH"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-1336696662998579001?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1336696662998579001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=1336696662998579001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1336696662998579001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1336696662998579001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/name-5-females-in-your-life-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8610780602654208608</id><published>2007-04-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:48:47.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is just for myself. keeping track of sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jilted by serako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swish by lovelyhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's little girl by konstellation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The V word by lulai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koibito no ryu by paws-bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hahhaa. they are basically stuff a friend recommended. &lt;br /&gt;she read RR too. both original and redux. &lt;br /&gt;and twilight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8610780602654208608?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8610780602654208608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8610780602654208608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8610780602654208608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8610780602654208608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-just-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5124572740363591348</id><published>2007-04-11T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:41:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song in my head: flying without wings- Westlife &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. idk why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Svo5MRE7RUs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Svo5MRE7RUs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickkk looove. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am watching my friend's cheerleading routine for sports day. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; its def. better than our Chew house one is gonna be. hahahhaaa. i saw it. i shan't say anything else, but yeah... idk if its cos the original choreo sucks, or if its because the cheerleaders really aren't dancing material... &lt;br /&gt;litying's house routine is.. idk. i think its nice, as far as cheerleading goes. I'm happy that they all actually can dance. Well, they held auditions, so ahbviously they'd be able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its pretty obvious that i don't enjoy cheerleading. as in, not the asian-ish kind. I like the ones my friends do in the states. wheee. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;but main reason why i don't like cheerleading here is because its all so effing bimbotic. i hate girls hip hop too... to me, dance isn't the whole hot/sexy thinggg. not unless you work at a strip club. &lt;br /&gt;which is ALSO why i don't like Platinum. (dancefloor) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;litying's house is the best one of all the RGS houses thoughhh. =D i watched em all to see what everyone else did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;the only remotely girlhiphoppish thing me/cait have ever choreoed was Buttons. as in, PCD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleading's so slow sometimes... i used to go around looking for videos on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1zbrMwJ7cQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1zbrMwJ7cQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQ-aZUVt2J4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQ-aZUVt2J4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickkk! damn. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hello dance [causal]&lt;br /&gt;homecoming [semi-formal]&lt;br /&gt;winter formal [semi-formal]&lt;br /&gt;sadies [depends what the theme is]&lt;br /&gt;prom [formal]&lt;br /&gt;morp [casual]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andie's schools' list of dances. =D &lt;br /&gt;how cool is that??? &lt;br /&gt;Sadies are SCARYYYY. can u imagine going around trying to get a date???&lt;br /&gt;well, guys do it all the time but that's them. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXb8lQPRNrU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXb8lQPRNrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've posted this SO SO SO many times. hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;but i looove it. =D &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt the first five eights or something... and the last part where deanna dances with the three guys. yep. she's uhmazing. &lt;3 hahhaaa. she's tall fo rher age! well, i'm comparing her heights with all the guys here, cos i can't tell how tall she is. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided i can't learn it. the video doesn't allow bit by bit forwarding. it does it in chunks. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w059hGMy6-M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w059hGMy6-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. stop the mean comments. idk how old they are... i'm guessing around twelve? thirteen??? they aren't that bad. hahhaaa. they are NOT on beat though. and agreed they don't match the beats with the moves well. but hey, it isn't that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osySBkYup7s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osySBkYup7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'pore team. he, not baaaaaad! &lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. i like guy routines. whee. pretty nice. =D &lt;br /&gt;its upbeat. =D &lt;br /&gt;GASP i've been TRYING TO DO THAT SKIPPINGHOPPING THINGGGGG. GRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;okay, the few times i've seen it, i've always seen guys doing it. &lt;br /&gt;but hey, we all have two same feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lymf9eNUaA0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lymf9eNUaA0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5124572740363591348?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5124572740363591348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5124572740363591348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5124572740363591348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5124572740363591348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/song-in-my-head-flying-without-wings.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7678566379243155375</id><published>2007-04-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:38:00.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't sign up for Jessica's HP thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets just fill it in for fun. its more of my personality thing. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ All about you _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name in fic: Callie Danielle Summers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Age in fic: 17??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Year (if you’re at Hogwarts): what would seventeen make me? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. School (are you transferring from Hogwarts, or are you from Magic School): HOGWARTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you’re a Hogwarts student, what house are/were you in?: Gryffindor!'course. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why are/were you in that house: I'm a lion. hear me roar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you’re a Hogwarts student, what is/was your best subject?: Charms. fosho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is/was your worst?: Arithmancy. anything that sounds like arithmetic just sucks to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your best school subject in real life? Englais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your worst?: francais. hahahaa. kidding. MATH. fosho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you’re a Hogwarts student, do/did you play Quidditch?: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your position?: Chaser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you’re a Magic School student, what power(s) do you have? (no more than 2): hahaa. i'd like the ability to read minds. and to see the future. winkwink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you (witch, half-witch, fairy, pixie, other…)?: FAIRY!!! (princess. HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Physical description (detailed): &lt;b&gt;i have a generic answer for this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Personality (detailed):&lt;b&gt;likewise, i have a generic template answer for this. cos every single ff requires it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What makes you unique?: i have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you react when you’re in a new environment? How do you act towards new people?: i guess i'm quiet at first... i'll observe people... i love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your family background in the story? (how many siblings do you have, what are your parents like, what are the challenges you face at home… if you have any): i want two sibs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your reputation at school in the story?: la jolie fille. ;) hahahaa. nahh. i wanna be known as the girl who's friends with everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a smart student or a smartass?: smartass &amp;&amp;smart student... hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you good or evil?: GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What about your lineage (are you half muggle, full pixie, half white-lighter, etc.)?: half blood. +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What’s your favourite type of music?: hip hop;pop. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What bands/singers do you listen to?: fort minor. jmac. ds. hilduff. jojo. ludacris. ginuwine. chris brown. ne-yo. ahhhhyouknowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is/are your favourite song(s): currently its Headstrong (ashleytisdale), Money Maker (ludacris&amp;&amp;pharrell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like to read/what are your favourite books?: TWILIGHT. reason&amp;romance. reason&amp;romance redux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your opinion on school dances, clubs, or anything else like that?: DANCES ROCK. &lt;3 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you think your role in this story would be (optional)?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.If you had to describe yourself with one word, what would it be, and why?: vivacious? lol. CAUSTIC. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ The Men _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can choose from either Ron, Harry, Wyatt, or you can use a celebrity as your boyfriend. Remember, he can be from a different school. You can also have two guys. But you have to let me know in the “extras” section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: alex. (montgomery, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup guy: JMac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup guy 1: Speleers. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup guy 2: Cullen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backup guy 3: PETTYFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you’re using one of the men mentioned above (Harry, Wyatt, etc), don’t worry about the next nine questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you’re using a celebrity as your guy, answer the next questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is he from Hogwarts or Magic School?: MS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How old is your guy?: hahhaaa. he's 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What year is he in (if he’s at Hogwarts)?: uh... one year above me then, i guess. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If he’s from Hogwarts, what house was/is he in?: If its MONTGOMERY??? gryffindor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;now this i actually thought quite a bit. &lt;br /&gt;i was thinking slytherin. but no, he's not BAD per se. &lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY not hufflepuff.&lt;br /&gt;ravenclaw...? he's SMART. but he's not a nerd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If he’s from Magic School, what are his powers (No more than two?): he charms all the girls. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he’s from Hogwarts, what is/was his best subject: defence against the dark arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was his worst?: uhhhh. montgomery???? DEFINITELY something like potions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he’s from Hogwarts, does/did he play Quidditch?: OF COURSE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is/was his position on the team?: beater. or chaser. you know, agression and pushing forward. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why are you attracted to him? (do this for both your first choice of guy and your first backup… you can do this for your other backups as well if you want):&lt;br /&gt;his bad boy charm... and well, his looks... his cynical amusement with everythingggg. *sigh* EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your relationship with your guy like? (You don’t have to start off as boyfriend and girlfriend, you can be best friends at first and then move forward):&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. kinda like adrian&amp;&amp;alex without the screwing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you be jealous if he had a female best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;YES. oh YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you be suspicious if he started hanging out with a female that you didn’t know?:&lt;br /&gt;YES. ohYESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is he good or evil?:&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Does he have endearing quirks or annoying ones?:&lt;br /&gt;ARROGANT, egoistical, acts like he owns the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What about his lineage (is he a wizard, a witch, a muggle-born, etc.)?:&lt;br /&gt;pure blood. =D fosho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7678566379243155375?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7678566379243155375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7678566379243155375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7678566379243155375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7678566379243155375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-didnt-sign-up-for-jessicas-hp-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2577373889918751955</id><published>2007-04-10T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:08:02.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i in such a good mood? &lt;br /&gt;i'm NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck in the com lab with lizzie (groan//cheer??? idk) waiting for GUZHENGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;which starts in about... OH. TWO HOURS ONLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizzie's doing a math. yes, she's that hardworking. &lt;br /&gt;so lets blog about her!!!! &lt;br /&gt;lizzie is&lt;br /&gt;- our DB head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;apparently sec1s are scared of her, but i'd be more scared of xioahui than her. wheee. she's harmless. *smile*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- CRAZY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she's talking to herself right now... =D doing her amath and talking to her calculator and cheering herself on&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- LOUD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;like i said, she's cheering herself on. =D &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahaha. she has NICE HAIR. =DDDD and nice smile.&lt;br /&gt;and she's skinny. =D and eats a lot. (but she's not bulimic)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SMART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;))): needless to say, michelle is jealous&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY. &lt;br /&gt;i'm in such a bad mood, its affecting my thinking ability. and typing ability &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizzie is STUPID!!!&lt;br /&gt;she just HAH-ed at the computer. &lt;br /&gt;well, no. she was reading what someone wrote, and someone just effed off so she HAHed at the computer. -.- and pointed a long, bony finger at the screen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am BOREDDDDDDDDDD TO TEARS. &lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff* &lt;br /&gt;I WILL D-I-E. &lt;br /&gt;i cannot memorise anythingggg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIZZIE IS STONING. =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;and HUMMING. hmmmmmmMMMMmmMMMMMMMMMmmMMMMMmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesggoooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2577373889918751955?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2577373889918751955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=2577373889918751955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2577373889918751955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2577373889918751955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/whee-why-am-i-in-such-good-mood-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2206859205846572915</id><published>2007-04-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:57:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oxymoron&lt;br /&gt;Rhetoric. a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self contradictory... 'poor little rich girl'. 'politely rude'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'stop being oxymoronic'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Autocracy&lt;br /&gt;A govt in which a person posesses unlimited power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can i say "your psuedo-autocracy disgusts me"??? &lt;br /&gt;as in, you're acting like you're so powerful but you aren't???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;preemptory judgments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this phrase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;"fornicate". another word for 'sleeping around'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;"pyrrhic". &lt;br /&gt;Achieved at excessive cost. &lt;br /&gt;"a pyrrhic victory" &lt;br /&gt;so, i won the bitchfight this time, but it was a pyrrhic victory???&lt;br /&gt;pyrrhically won? is that viable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;tremulous. =D &lt;br /&gt;a tremulous smile.&lt;br /&gt;i approached tremulously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;CAUSTIC. another word for sacarstic. &lt;br /&gt;caustically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;vitriol. &lt;br /&gt;somewhat like 'caustic'. &lt;br /&gt;a caustic quality... &lt;br /&gt;- her insecurity was channeled into vitriol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;vindication.&lt;br /&gt;i do not fully understand the definition, thus i have never used the word. &lt;br /&gt;vindicate. to free from allegation or blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how do u use it in a sentence??? &lt;br /&gt;i felt vindicated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the triumph in vindication. i know that's viable. but i still don't understand fully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;crux. is it always the main point of a BAD thing???&lt;br /&gt;yes right??? i can't use it in a GOOD context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Languor.&lt;br /&gt;you know, it means a weakness/weariness in BODY and MIND. &lt;br /&gt;and not lazy pleasure, like i initially thought??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. i suckkkk. i was off by so much. )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;wait, I WAS ALMOST RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;indolence. --&gt; laziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and indolence is roughly together with langour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;my INDOLENCE kills me. &lt;br /&gt;just means that my tendency to be lazy kills me. &lt;br /&gt;simple! yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;censure&lt;br /&gt;to find fault and criticize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stern and censuring."&lt;br /&gt;i geuss its kinda like reproving. &lt;br /&gt;can i say 'censured'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, "stop that", she said censuringly/she censured??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;the crux of my problem is that my vocabulary needs prepping up. &lt;br /&gt;so someone who can answer some of my questions above would be GREATLY appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is that, people keep telling me i'm the human dictionary. &lt;br /&gt;i hate it. cos then i have to live up to expectations. &lt;br /&gt;i love it. cos maybe it means people actually think i'm good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i LOOOOVE big words. i love using big words no one knows. &lt;br /&gt;its GREATTTT for caustic remarks. (YES! I JUST USED A NEW WORD!) i mean, you say something really big and impressive in a formidable tone, and people pretend to understand you or else they lose.&lt;br /&gt;or they admit they don't understand you, and AHA. THEY LOSE TOO. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a really great way to win arguments without resorting to oxymoronic stuff that'll probably hurt. a lot. i used to do that. but like i said, my vocab needs prepping. &lt;br /&gt; so, anyone who can help??? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;******************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i'm gonna start writing again. &lt;br /&gt;Jess, me, andi, reem &amp;&amp; duny are gonna do a fictionpress acc. &lt;br /&gt;so not only the wuwds people are gonna be able see us write. &lt;br /&gt;that's gonna be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chance to use my newfound vocabulary huh.&lt;br /&gt;and something to fill up the dreary days of school. ;) &lt;br /&gt;relax. i know which classes i can fool around in.&lt;br /&gt;and which i can't. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't in chem; phy; amath and ss. =D &lt;br /&gt;i DONT in lit. cos i actually contribute in class. &lt;br /&gt;i DONT in chinese, cos i really am trying to improve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOOOOVE the word oxymoron. =D &lt;br /&gt;it's so bold and... nice. =D&lt;br /&gt;and i love it that almost no one knows what it means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point: almost all the words taken above are from RR. ORIGINAL. yes, it IS a rather good read for vocab words too. even better than twilight, admittedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be ever vigilant though. the words can elude you. whee. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be warned, if you don't want a tainted mind, maybe you shouldn't read it.&lt;br /&gt;no, there isn't graphical stuff. but the implications are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bother about me. my mind was tainted a longggg time ago.&lt;br /&gt;the concequences of MTV are dire. ;) &lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my cutie's birthday in three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be awake. &lt;br /&gt;happy birthday. =D &lt;br /&gt;loooove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2206859205846572915?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2206859205846572915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=2206859205846572915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2206859205846572915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2206859205846572915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/oxymoron-rhetoric_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8597112610160321922</id><published>2007-04-09T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T23:52:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;oxymoron&lt;br /&gt;Rhetoric. a figure of speech by which a locution produces an incongruous, seemingly self-contradictory effect, as in “cruel kindness” or “to make haste slowly.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autocracy&lt;br /&gt;A govt in which a person posesses unlimited power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your autocracy disgusts me. &lt;br /&gt;whee. hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what the crap. &lt;br /&gt;who else but Alex is gonna be able to use the word OXYMORON ANYWHERE?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i DO use it. the whole "poor little rich girl" thinggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a novel thought, why don't i marry the dictionary??? &lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;my english sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He grinned at her. "I did cheat, but I like to think that Karen cheated first. I signed up to marry one person, not three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Adrian didn't understand what he meant, but when his gaze drifted towards Karen's fuming parents, she understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i COMPLETELY burst out laughing at this part.&lt;br /&gt;the author is a SAINT.woot. looove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex's shrug confirmed her guess. "We talked a little yesterday," he admitted, "but I didn't ask him to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you knew he would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's always believed in me." In his voice, Adrian heard a childlike faith that was so utterly unlike him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is when i love alex... childlike faith... it isn't an 'awwww' thing... its just a really heartwarming thing... alex, however arrogant and egoistical and incorrigible, he still has that little bit of childish quality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Good. And how old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm actually a few months older than Alex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're legal then." Mr. Montgomery switched his attention to the adults. "No baby on the way, and they're both legal. What's the fuss about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; L.M.F.A.O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "The more you rail, the more determined Alex gets," &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sounds like a child... alex, i mean... determined. obstinate... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why do i find that so attractive???&lt;br /&gt;me and devi both. whee. i found a twin in her. =D &lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He caught her hand. "Come on, Adrian. We got what we wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got what you wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a very long silence. "What's that supposed to mean?" he said finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; AHHH the hurt. the confusion...&lt;br /&gt;why is alex so APPEALING?!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;preemptory judgments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another new phrase. &lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT COME NATURALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm forcing myself and vocabulary together. its never gonna come naturally but i'm gonna force it to. &lt;br /&gt;me and english don't mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fornicate". another word for 'sleeping around'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pyrrhic". &lt;br /&gt;Achieved at excessive cost. &lt;br /&gt;"a pyrrhic victory" &lt;br /&gt;so, i won the bitchfight this time, but it was a pyrrhic victory???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when would i EVER use that word??? lOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tremulous. =D &lt;br /&gt;a tremulous smile.&lt;br /&gt;i approached tremulously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i can use. if i don't forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"THOU SHALT NOT BEAR FALSE WITNESS AGAINST YOUR NEIGHBOR."&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised alex knows the bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Creative," Mr. Montgomery said to Alex. "I liked your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's eyes lit up. "Thanks. What're you doing here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ARGHHHH. the eyes lighting up completely did me over. gahhhhhh. why oh why does he have such appealing gestures?!??!! the grown up yet childish quality. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A gorgeous smile lit up his face. "No, the problem with you would be figuring out which STD I'd pick up."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh the casual sacarsm. if only i could think that fast.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, thinking of comebacks is extremely headache-y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Rein in your bitch, bitch."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. he SO deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Oh my God. I think you actually like her!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8597112610160321922?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8597112610160321922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8597112610160321922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8597112610160321922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8597112610160321922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/oxymoron-rhetoric.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-1757305828210097920</id><published>2007-04-09T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:39:24.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9th April. &lt;br /&gt;comeon, you know the date. &lt;br /&gt;the WUWDS BIRTHDAY THREAD. click &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/whatsupwithdreamstreet/whateverboard.msnw?action=get_message&amp;mview=0&amp;ID_Message=854929&amp;all_topics=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quote of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is she gonna do, slap me 'cause i told her she was hot?"-chris&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. nahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. &lt;br /&gt;sucked.&lt;br /&gt;we were ALL tired to pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't bother about the crazy tags on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;linyi went a little crazy. &lt;br /&gt;but i owe her one. she made me feel a hell of a lot better. love you. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she kinda made me realise that i'm not exactly jealous of &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. i'm just effing pissed that she got all the opportunities in life that i wish i had, and that i'd still kill to have. it drives me insane every single day that i just don't have opportunities to persue my dreams. *strangled scream* it's effing infruriating. JUST cos i happen to be born in the tiny red dot that can't sustain itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate small places. i hate bootlicking. i hate not having self sufficiency and i hate the fact that i feel so effing held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore's the place for no-life nerds. hellooooo? even if you're good at sports, u can't excel here unless you're the TOP. you just don't have the opportunity. The only thing you can do here is academics. -.- oh JOY. i'm not gonna become one of those corporate robots you see on the suntec underpass every morning. no WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linyi wants a boyfriend after Os. &lt;br /&gt;i want a date for prom next year. fullstop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just digressing a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your full name? michelle leong. (my chinese name DOES NOT EXIST. i hate chinese.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Age? sixteen&lt;br /&gt;3. Sex? female&lt;br /&gt;4. Occupation? student &lt;br /&gt; 5. Taken or Single? single and looking for AussieGuy. &lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you live? ask me next year. QLDaussie. &lt;br /&gt;9. Pet? none.&lt;br /&gt;10. Righty or Lefty: righty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;********YOUR LOOKS********&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color? brownblack.&lt;br /&gt;13. Eye Color?  brown.&lt;br /&gt;14. Contacts or Glasses? both.&lt;br /&gt;15. Bangs or No bangs? none.  &lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any piercings? ears&lt;br /&gt;17. Tattoos? no &lt;br /&gt;18. If so what and where? i don't want one.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a certain fashion you follow? not exactly. my mood. =D&lt;br /&gt;20. How are you today? pissed. don't ask. &lt;br /&gt;22. What does your hair look like at the moment? straight and pulled into a ponytail &lt;br /&gt;23. What song are you listening to right now? nothinggg.&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you ate? ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;25. How is the weather right now? hot. &lt;br /&gt;26. Last person you phoned? kat.&lt;br /&gt;27. Last dream you can remember? believe it or not, its something about Alex. i TOLD you i can control my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;28. Who are you talking to right now? no one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******** MORE ABOUT YOU********&lt;br /&gt;29. What are the last four digits of your phone number? 9061&lt;br /&gt;30. If you were a crayon what color would you be? orange. &lt;br /&gt;31. Have you almost ever died? yep. &lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Raelene? sure. &lt;br /&gt;33. How do you eat oreo's? BITE CHEW SWALLOW. =D&lt;br /&gt;35. What's the next CD you are going to buy? Hope Partlow. cos its on sale. =D&lt;br /&gt;36. What's the most recent CD you have bought? uhhh. jojo's The High Road, Nelly Furtado, this mix.fm cd, Akon and Rihanna. yep. &lt;br /&gt;37. What's the best advice you've ever given someone? hahhaaa. my best advice is always girl advice. =D as in, advising guys about girls. don't ask why i'm always right. i just am. &lt;br /&gt;38. What are your future goals?  QLD aussie. go to prom with AussieGuy. Dance crew. &lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have a face? yes?&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like to dance? ^^ dance crew. DUHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;41. whats the worst sickness youve ever had? idkkk&lt;br /&gt;42. What's the stupidest thing you have ever done? good question lol&lt;br /&gt;44. If you could change something about yourself what would it be? eyesight. =D PERFECT. &lt;br /&gt;45. Where do you shop the most? S&amp;K. &lt;br /&gt;46. How Many Kids Do you want to have? three. two guys one girl. &lt;br /&gt;47. Son's name? Alex. Edward. Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;48. Daughter's name? Aundrea. Anna. Sabina.  &lt;br /&gt;49. What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? uhhhhm. Herbal Essence. &lt;br /&gt;50. Do you have your own phone? yep&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you have your own phone line? no.&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? yep!&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever broke or fractured a bone? nahhh. tore/stretched muscles but nothing worse. =D &lt;br /&gt;54. Who do you dream about? currently its Alex. it used to be Edward until two weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;55. Who do you tell your dreams to? no one. &lt;br /&gt;56. Loudest Friends? uhhh. ALYNN. haha. &lt;br /&gt;57 Who is the quietest friends you have? uhm. idk. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;59. How many licks does it take to get to the inside of a tootsie pop? i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;60. Which came first, is it the chicken or the egg? the chicken. god made animals. they never mentioned eggs in the bible. &lt;br /&gt;61. Do you believe in love? yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? nope &lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a crush? huge infatuation, so yes. &lt;br /&gt;64. Who is your crush? Alex. duhhh. &lt;br /&gt;65.  Do you believe in love at first sight? no. lust. &lt;br /&gt;66. Where do you want to go for your honeymoon? i have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;67. What song do you want at your wedding? hahhaaa. Claire De Lune. &lt;br /&gt;68. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? hair&amp;&amp;eyes. &lt;br /&gt; 69. Are you to shy to ask someone out? no. &lt;br /&gt;70. Do you find yourself attractive? no. &lt;br /&gt;71. Do others find you attractive? well, apparently. seeing as according to caitlin, i've blown off a lot of guys. so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;********ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT********&lt;br /&gt;72. Boxers or Briefs? boxers&lt;br /&gt;73. Curly or straight?  straight. &lt;br /&gt;74. Tall or short? tall&lt;br /&gt;75. Six Pack or Muscular Arms? hahhaa. six pack. NOT TOO DEFINED PUHLEAZE!&lt;br /&gt;76. Ears peirced or not? not. &lt;br /&gt;77. Tan or no tan? tan&lt;br /&gt;78. Dimples or not?  no preference. &lt;br /&gt;79. Rugged or Sporty? sporty.&lt;br /&gt;80. Studly or Cutie? CUTIE. =D &lt;br /&gt;81. Accent or Not? accent. =D&lt;br /&gt;82. Glasses? not.  &lt;br /&gt;83. Smart or Dumb? smart. AP smart. =D&lt;br /&gt;84. What sport should he play? soccer//basketball. NOT baseball puhlease. &lt;br /&gt;85. Dependent or whipped? LMfao. in the middle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********PICK ONE: THIS OR THAT?********&lt;br /&gt;103. Lights on/off? on. &lt;br /&gt;104. Sun or Rain? rain&lt;br /&gt;105. McDonalds or Burger King? MACS!&lt;br /&gt;106. Do you like Scary Movie or Happy Movies? happy&lt;br /&gt;107.Backstreet boys or nsync? NSYNC babyYYYYY! &lt;br /&gt;108. On the phone or in person? in person&lt;br /&gt;109. Paper or Plastic? paper. &lt;br /&gt;110. Sausage or Pepperoni? sausage&lt;br /&gt;111. Summer or Winter? winter&lt;br /&gt;112. Hugs or Kisses? both. =D depends who it is of course! If its edward, kisses. if its alex, kisses. if its jmac, kisses. if its... well, if its a guy, kisses. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;113. Chocolate Milk or White Milk ? wite.&lt;br /&gt;114. Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? root beer!&lt;br /&gt;115. Glass Half Full or Half Empty? full. but i always look at it half empty. &lt;br /&gt;116. Tape or DVD? dvd&lt;br /&gt;117. Dogs or Cats? dogs&lt;br /&gt;118. Mudd or Jello? jello&lt;br /&gt;119. Vanilla or Chocolate? chocolate&lt;br /&gt;120. Skiing or Boarding? boarding. &lt;br /&gt;121. Day or Night? day.&lt;br /&gt;122. Cake or Pie? cake. &lt;br /&gt;123. Diamonds or Pearls? diamonds&lt;br /&gt;124. Sunset or Sunrise? sunset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;********YOUR FAVORITE********&lt;br /&gt;125. Color? dark purple, green, orange, white, black. =D &lt;br /&gt;126. Food? italian&lt;br /&gt;127. Place? California. &lt;br /&gt;128. Sport? dance. ;) &lt;br /&gt;129. Ice Cream Flavor? chocolate chip cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;130. Board Game? idk. &lt;br /&gt;131. Song? currently its Move Along. AAR. &lt;br /&gt;132. TV Show? -&lt;br /&gt;134. Class? i hate school. &lt;br /&gt;135. Movie? idk. &lt;br /&gt;136. Store? S&amp;K&lt;br /&gt;137. Teacher? -&lt;br /&gt;138.  Card Game? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;********HAVE YOU EVER********&lt;br /&gt;139. Loved someone so much it made you cry? unbelievably, yes. &lt;br /&gt;140. Drank? yes. &lt;br /&gt;141. Ever Gotten Dumped? no&lt;br /&gt;142. Broke the Law? yes&lt;br /&gt;144. Tried to Kill Yourself? no&lt;br /&gt;145. Made Yourself Throw Up? no&lt;br /&gt;147. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?  yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;********ONE FINAL NOTE********&lt;br /&gt;148. Do you enjoy filling these out? sure&lt;br /&gt;149. How many people are you sending this to? the wuwds girls. &lt;br /&gt;150. Do you want your friends to reply? sure&lt;br /&gt;151. Who is most likely to respond? idk. &lt;br /&gt;152. Any other comments? WUWDS BABY! &lt;br /&gt;153. Favorite Car? ASTON MARTIN v12 VANQUISH. &lt;br /&gt;154. Who would you say you could trust most? duny. jess. =D &lt;br /&gt;155. What's your favorite reality show? -&lt;br /&gt;156. Favorite Holiday? christmas&lt;br /&gt;157. What do you hate the most? hhhaa. you don't wanna know. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;**************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the WANT LIST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; DUNKS! fake, real, I DONT CARE. i just really want//need sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; cargo pants&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hoodie. white//gray&lt;br /&gt;&gt; esprit cargo jacket&lt;br /&gt;&gt; epilator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;***&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex sounded exasperated. "It's been more than an hour, Adrian. Just what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Contemplating life's mysteries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fascinating. Are you going to leave the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH michelle loves alex. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;Caitlin thinks the reason i love him so much is cos he's a player (apparently, 'like me') and knows how to treat girls (apparently 'like me') and cos he isn't into the commitment thing. and i know that's DEFINITELY me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;its pettyfer's birthday tomorrow baby. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "jmac's 20th" in pink on my hand is gonna be replaced by Alex tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH My. gosh. &lt;br /&gt;Alex has nice abs... &lt;br /&gt;(pettyfer. not montgomery)&lt;br /&gt;He has two tattoos. &lt;br /&gt;one of a cross above his right... uhhh. where his... uhhhhh. well... HAHAHAA. &lt;br /&gt;and one on his right shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he smokes. gosh. like Speleers i see. )): don't like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FYI, his hair is back. &lt;br /&gt;damnnnn. he's pretty. &lt;br /&gt;hahhahaaa. OKAY SOUNDS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. u can't say he's hot. fosho he's not.&lt;br /&gt;fosho he ain't a virgin either. &lt;br /&gt;u can't say he's CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;he's pretty. HAHAHHAA. &lt;br /&gt;oh puhLEASE. he's not single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HIM.&lt;br /&gt;how can he be single?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, pettyfer turns seventeen tmrw. &lt;br /&gt;happy birthday baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-1757305828210097920?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1757305828210097920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=1757305828210097920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1757305828210097920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1757305828210097920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/9th-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4243031165607459964</id><published>2007-04-08T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:45:14.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never did an actual blogpost never including alex quotes before. so herewego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song in head: Just a Dream- Jump5&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading: RR (original) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like quoting RR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex was lounging on her bed. Surrounded by her stuffed animals, he flipped through one of her fashion magazines. It was a sight so strange that Adrian's mouth dropped open. She ventured into her room cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" she blurted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't look up from the magazine. "Did you know tanning beds are bad? This article says so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am inequivocably in love with Alex aite??? obsessed more like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK ALL OF US HAVE NOT FINISHED CHEM REVISION.&lt;br /&gt;i have Metals left. &gt;.&lt; effing irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good side: after i finish these topics, i am DONE for chem revision until two weeks before midyears. cos i revised the rest already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)): not exactly very encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced a little this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;its nice to know i have not gotten worse. if anything, i actually improved a little.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to learn a new combination. Probably impossible, cos it was done by a bunch of guys. its five eights long i think... &lt;br /&gt;the guys did it really really well, and most of it is floorwork, which means i probably can't do it. &lt;br /&gt;but hell, i'm gonna try anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to do the moneymaker one, but i put that on hold for a while. =D its another guy-combination. whee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey," he said to her. "Where do you want me to put them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to the counter. "What kept you so long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's laugh was low. "Did you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh why does everything Alex say make me melt???&lt;br /&gt;and everything ryan says makes me roll my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat's explanation: Ales does everything with finesse. &lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i think i spelt that wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex raised his eyebrows. "Do you always have the contents of her closet memorized?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He looked anguished. "I know, honey. I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endearment sounded sweet. Alex called her baby, but she knew she wasn't the first girl he'd said it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEW. true true true, honey's 'sweet'. &lt;br /&gt;but if alex called me baby, i'd melt. =D wheeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex is a very attractive boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4243031165607459964?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4243031165607459964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4243031165607459964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4243031165607459964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4243031165607459964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-never-did-actual-blogpost-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-205459759924609716</id><published>2007-04-08T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:17:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr.&lt;br /&gt;you can get ur drivers license in aussie at 17 i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am NEVER EVER EVER gonna learn to drive. gotthat??? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from litying's blog. &lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLY PERCENTAGE THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a designer purse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own perfume that cost over $60 &lt;br /&gt;[x] You have (have had) fake nails &lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more body/hair products than you can use&lt;br /&gt;[] Your pet is a chihuahua/Pomeranian/Siamese/Min Pin/Puggle&lt;br /&gt;[] You have clothes/shoes/accessories for your pet&lt;br /&gt;[] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;[x] A pink comforter, walls or sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Spend more time at the mall than you do at home/work&lt;br /&gt;[] Have a hair color that is not natural&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have "blonde moments" at least once a day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Buy stuff because it's awesome and then never wear it&lt;br /&gt;[x] Constantly keep your phone at your side&lt;br /&gt;[X] Dance around in your room when nobody else is home&lt;br /&gt;[] Have a name for your car&lt;br /&gt;[x] Know what celebrity is dating who and who broke up this week&lt;br /&gt;[] Refuse to go out in public without makeup&lt;br /&gt;[] Prefer to be called "princess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU ADORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Makeup&lt;br /&gt;[x] Glitter&lt;br /&gt;[] The color pink&lt;br /&gt;[x]shopping&lt;br /&gt;[x] Jewelry &lt;br /&gt;[] Mirrors&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;[x] Unicorns&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disney Movies&lt;br /&gt;[x] Candles&lt;br /&gt;[x] Flowers&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stuffed Animals&lt;br /&gt;[x] Purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SHOP AT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] supre&lt;br /&gt;[] bardot&lt;br /&gt;[] myer&lt;br /&gt;[] mischeif&lt;br /&gt;[] dotti&lt;br /&gt;[] mossimo&lt;br /&gt;[] country road&lt;br /&gt;[] fcuk&lt;br /&gt;[] gasp&lt;br /&gt;[] dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;[] bras n things&lt;br /&gt;[] chain reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bitch&lt;br /&gt;[x] Whatever&lt;br /&gt;[x] Oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hun &lt;br /&gt;[] Fugly&lt;br /&gt;[] That's hot&lt;br /&gt;[] Dunzo&lt;br /&gt;[x]Darling&lt;br /&gt;[]Psh&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cutie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hottie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Totally&lt;br /&gt;[x] For Sure&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Religiously Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Cosmopolitan&lt;br /&gt;[] Glamour&lt;br /&gt;[] Marie Claire&lt;br /&gt;[] Elle&lt;br /&gt;[] Vogue&lt;br /&gt;[] People&lt;br /&gt;[] Us Weekly&lt;br /&gt;[] Star&lt;br /&gt;[] Self&lt;br /&gt;[] PerezHilton.com&lt;br /&gt;[] Dlisted.com&lt;br /&gt;[] 17online.com&lt;br /&gt;[] people.com&lt;br /&gt;[] usmagazine.com&lt;br /&gt;[] popsugar.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Legally Blonde&lt;br /&gt;[] Elizabethtown&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;[] Now &amp; Then&lt;br /&gt;[] The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;[] A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;[] Sweet Home Alabama&lt;br /&gt;[] Where the Heart is&lt;br /&gt;[x] Just my luck&lt;br /&gt;[x] John Tucker Must Die &lt;br /&gt;[x] Centerstage&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bring it On &lt;br /&gt;[] How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;[] Mona Lisa Smile&lt;br /&gt;[] My Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Addicted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] America's next top model&lt;br /&gt;[x] Project runway&lt;br /&gt;[] Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;[] The Simple life&lt;br /&gt;[] 8th &amp; Ocean&lt;br /&gt;[] Sex &amp; the city&lt;br /&gt;[] Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;[] The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;[] Laguna Beach/The Hills&lt;br /&gt;[] Nip/Tuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 43????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNT UP HOW MANY YOU CHECKED AND MULTIPY BY 2 - That's your girly percentage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86%&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm not GIRLY. i live in cargo pants.&lt;br /&gt;the dancing in the room thing so doesn't count. every dancer does that! &lt;br /&gt;ahhwells. whatevs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;********************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quote from maryanne's blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a match with her and jillian's class. aka the battle between the pinafores and PEs, aka A1 plus jap girl vs A2s =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall steal her pics later. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;i thought it was rather funny. &lt;br /&gt;and hahahhaa, we won. &lt;br /&gt;xioahui was being tres stupid thoughhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guesswhat???&lt;br /&gt;my mind is PG-13 rated.&lt;br /&gt;i told Caitlin, and she burst out laughinggggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Favourite Cosmetics Brand?  &lt;br /&gt;Dior.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Your must-have beauty product?  &lt;br /&gt;lip gloss!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you like Pink?  &lt;br /&gt;sure...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What's in your Purse/Handbag right now?  &lt;br /&gt;nothing! i clean out my handbag every time i come home. =D   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5 how many handbags do you own?  &lt;br /&gt;uhhh. i have two white, one denim, one blue... uhhh. idk? hahha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 how many pairs of shoes do you own  &lt;br /&gt;uhm. a few pairs of heels. one pair trackies. one pair slippers... yep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7 Cutting edge design or boho chic?  &lt;br /&gt;whatever looks good on me. hahahaa.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Thongs or French Knickers?  &lt;br /&gt;knickers. =D    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9 Skirt or Pants?  &lt;br /&gt;pants. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10 Vest top or T-Shirt?  &lt;br /&gt;tee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11 do you wax?  &lt;br /&gt;veet. i'm gonna save up and get an epilator. i think it lasts longer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12 how often do you get a manicure?  &lt;br /&gt;never manis. only pedis.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13 how often do you get your hair done?  &lt;br /&gt;practically never.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14 Favourite Perfume?  &lt;br /&gt;Dior Addict 2. fosho. =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15 ever been to a spa?  &lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16 how often do you go get a massage?  &lt;br /&gt;never. i think its tres not worth it. you pay so much for something that's over in an hour. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17 do you belong to a gym?  &lt;br /&gt;nahhh/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18 Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom?  &lt;br /&gt;orlando. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19 Heels or Sneakers?  &lt;br /&gt;good question. i LIIIVE in heels. but i'm lusting for a pair of Dunks right now. gonna splurge on a pair, cos i have NO SNEAKERS at ALL. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20 Smoothies or Latte?  &lt;br /&gt;latte.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21 if you won $1000 would you spend it all on clothes, makeup and beauty treatments?  &lt;br /&gt;well, i'd buy my dunks. &lt;br /&gt;then i'd buy my 60 dollar cargo jacket.&lt;br /&gt;then tanks! &lt;br /&gt;then Dior Addict 2. &lt;br /&gt;then concealer.&lt;br /&gt;then cargo pants!&lt;br /&gt;then i'd buy CDs.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd buy my hoodie. hahhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22 did you think that Clueless &amp; Legally Blonde were good movies?  &lt;br /&gt;nooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23 do you read "chick-lit?"  &lt;br /&gt;yes/ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24 Do you like Glitter?  &lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25 who do you think is the most stylish female Celebrity?  &lt;br /&gt;idk. uhhh. i like hilduff's style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 what is your favourite Precious Stone?  &lt;br /&gt;topaz. *wink* or emerald *winkwink*.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27 do you own a tiny tiny doggie?  &lt;br /&gt;yes. a stuffed one. -.-   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28 What color is your hair?  &lt;br /&gt;brown-black. (i normally would say BROWN. but hey. alex has brownblack hair)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29 Eyeliner or Mascara?  &lt;br /&gt;huh??? i own both eyeliner and mascara.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30 do you wear false lashes?  &lt;br /&gt;no.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31 Do you pluck/wax your eyebrows?  &lt;br /&gt;yes. i pluck em.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32 do you go on Sunbeds?  &lt;br /&gt;r u kidding me?!??!! i'm trying to get my tan to FADE.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33 do you cut your own hair?  &lt;br /&gt;no.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34 do you make your own clothes?  &lt;br /&gt;no   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35 do you like having your picture taken?  &lt;br /&gt;if i look pretty.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36 when you were a littlw girl, what did you want to be when you grew up?  &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to marry a rich guy and shop every day.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37 DO YOU OWN ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 A piece of Jewellry from Tiffany  &lt;br /&gt;I WANT A TIFFANY BEAN NECKLACE! (that means no)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39 An Ipod  &lt;br /&gt;yep. white iPod video.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40 a Cellphone  &lt;br /&gt;yep. black Panasonic. with shiny jewel things all over it.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41 Hipster Jeans  &lt;br /&gt;yeah.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42 more than 3 sets of matching underwear  &lt;br /&gt;yeah  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43 a Gucci bag  &lt;br /&gt;no. i want a chaNEL bag.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44 Louis Vuitton Luggage  &lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. idts! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45 designer shades  &lt;br /&gt;i doubt mine are designer. =D   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46 a sports car  &lt;br /&gt;no.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47 'Mean Girls' on DVD  &lt;br /&gt; yes/  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48 Designer Cosmetics  &lt;br /&gt;i have Dior, bodyshop, faceshop, Za, Maybelline and some others. so yeah.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49 Designer Perfume  &lt;br /&gt;J'ADORE DIOR!!!! {okay, no. i own Dior Addict 2}   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50 A chihuaua  &lt;br /&gt;yuck!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;51 a Diamond Ring  &lt;br /&gt;no.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52 Shoes with Heels higher than 4ins  &lt;br /&gt;... hahhaa. nah. three inch is my max.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53 Flat Screen TV  &lt;br /&gt;well, my FAMILY owns one.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54 A video games console  &lt;br /&gt;PS2.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 a teddy bear  &lt;br /&gt;course!   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56 more than 5 different brands of Lipgloss  &lt;br /&gt;ahhaaa. Dior. Maybelline. faceshop. that other brand which i forgot. uhhh. lemme think some more. hahhaa. i'm sure i have more than five, yes.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57 A Belly Button Peircing  &lt;br /&gt; I WANT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 A ball gown  &lt;br /&gt;I WANT TOO.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 A Tattoo  &lt;br /&gt;i DONT want!   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;60 more than 10 pairs of shoes  &lt;br /&gt; nahhh.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;61 more than 10 purses  &lt;br /&gt; no. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=500&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Girly Survey&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacebulletins.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacebulletins.com/img/bulletinlogo.gif" border=0 align='left'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.myspacebulletins.com/girlysurvey.php'&gt;TAKE THIS SURVEY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;No boys allowed! =)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color is your bra?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;now??? uhhh i just peeked at my strap, but i realised its strapless. hahaa. so idk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you straighten your hair everyday?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;almost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you worry about the size of your boobs?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;doesn't every girl? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite girly magazine?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;seventeen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you kill for chocolate?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeans or Skirts?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;jeans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that's uncomfortable?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you leave the house without makeup on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you consider making out "unladylike"?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a scale of 1-10, how fun is shopping?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think lipgloss is the best?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you yell a lot?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uhhh twenty minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you wear sweatpants/pajama pants to school/work?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uniformity kills creativity. =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accessories make the outfit; true or false?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is pink truly the best color in the entire universe?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lip gloss a must?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;single and looking for Aussie Guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you often wish there was something you could change about yourself?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gold or silver?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;silver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy that you like/love/whatever, what does his name begin with?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you dress up too much for holidays?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like wearing dresses?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makeup could you not live without?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;lipgloss!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.myspacebulletins.com/girlysurvey.php'&gt;CLICK HERE TO TAKE THIS SURVEY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.myspacebulletins.com'&gt;More surveys @ MySpaceBulletins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-205459759924609716?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/205459759924609716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=205459759924609716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/205459759924609716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/205459759924609716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7390584688306538665</id><published>2007-04-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:26:22.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A person pulled away from groups of kids milling around on the sidewalk and the backyard. Even in the darkness, Adrian recognized Alex's shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adrian?" he called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he HAS a heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Alex Montgomery. He's the one, isn't he? I saw the way he looked at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhhh. jerk. (both of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-caitxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i take advantage of knowing your blog password baby. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP.S i ahbviously like the original better. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPP.S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"You don't even think I'm pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studied her for a moment. He was smiling now, his voice soft and coaxing. "I think you're gorgeous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eyed him. "I don't believe you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, it's the truth. You're gorgeous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calliebaby, imagine he's saying that to you.&lt;br /&gt;him and the how many other guys you completely blew off. But ahbviously Alex matters the most. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7390584688306538665?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7390584688306538665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7390584688306538665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7390584688306538665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7390584688306538665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/person-pulled-away-from-groups-of-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8127970565550390982</id><published>2007-04-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:21:30.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IN THIS POST:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; RR//Alex stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Caitlin's message. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicky was a goner before his light green eyes even landed on her. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex drives an Eclipse, yaknow??? Hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it is DEFINITELY nothing compared to the Vanquish. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alex murmured."&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of words. doesn't it look so pretty in that context???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. yeah. i don't just read the story, i actually admire the words. &lt;br /&gt;i'm effing weird i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty!!! hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No, he's just our resident Socrates," Alex said from his driver's seat. He'd tilted the rearview mirror, so he could check out the situation. "Isaac's our little philosopher."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh. Alex is smart. all those AP classes. da-mn. (i'm assuming everyone knows what AP stands for. -.-) &lt;br /&gt;but Bella took AP Bio, so i guess she's smart too.&lt;br /&gt;she sucks at trig. &lt;3 my soulmate. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never ever ever used the word Socrates in my life, except when quoting movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Insubordination is the willful disruption of an established social order, and when it happens, chaos arises. As evidenced by history, the resistance to the Nazi regime significantly affected Hitler's planned consolidation of the world, and because of these misled people and their countries that rebelled, the world was deprived of a political genius in Hitler-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me that!" Mr. Melbourne grabbed her paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lips moved soundlessly as he read the rest of the paragraph, his eyes darting from word to word. He scanned the second page before rolling up the paper in a tight curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ms. Blake, do I understand you correctly? You wrote about why it was a mistake to fight the Nazis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian locked her hands behind her back. "No sir. I wrote about a classical example of insubordination that turned out badly. I added footnotes and a two-page bibliography."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. "Oh, you're hilarious. You think you're clever?" Color leapt into his face as he slammed his desk with a palm. Some coffee sloshed over the top of his cup. "I will not be mocked in my classroom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's hard not to feel clever when I have you for a teacher, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this one. =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;waaaaay to take a topic literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd NEVER EVER dare to do this.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll never risk my english grade for anything. not even montgomery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about heaven???&lt;br /&gt;i know the line's from one of shakespeare's books or sth. its a typical quote in bitchfights. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Alex Montgomery. He's the one, isn't he? I saw the way he looked at you. Son of a bitch! He has no right!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird huh. even from the beginning, everyone already knew Alex liked her. &lt;br /&gt;i wish the author wrote MORE in the beginning. more of when Adrian hadn't arrived, so i have something to compare him with. B.A and A.A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex barely even glanced at her. "You're drunk. And on my side of the car."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i imagine their car rides. i always imagine alex on the right and adrian on the left.&lt;br /&gt;but i keep forgetting that the driver sits on the left in the US. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We've been best friends ever since we fought over Play-Doh clay in kindergarten." He smiled down at her as he pulled the door open. "So, yes, I asked him and he said no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;devi's Quentin. haha. &lt;br /&gt;can u imagine alex in kindergarten? must've been an innocent kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quentin waggled his eyebrows. "I didn't say I believed him. The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's funny. i'll give him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ignoring tactic wasn't effective because Quentin ignored that you were ignoring him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cute. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Don't you get it?" he gasped out. "You pulled a classic Alex. You told him to get lost." Still laughing, he towed her along to their class. "He's the one who always gives the speech. Goddamn, I knew you were a bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; a-lex. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quentin winked at her. "I thought the symbolism was particularly inspired, especially with the use of the..." He launched into an explanation that left no doubt that he'd read the book. Or at least the Cliff Notes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised something. if alex, adrian,justin, quentin share the same eng. class, and alex takes AP english, QUENTIN takes AP english too.&lt;br /&gt;which means what? he's smart too? dammit. even the rich kid... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She just couldn't seem to escape Quentin today. He flashed a smile and held out his hands. "I come in peace, Adrian. Why don't you sit with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, she won't," Travis said indignantly. "You're not throwing her body in the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i KNOW i quoted this before, but its my favourite Travis quote!!! &lt;br /&gt;the phrase 'travis said indignantly' has a certain pretty quality to it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travis beamed at her. "'Sokay," he said kindly. "I don't have beer with me." Unlike her, he seemed to bear no grudge. "But I have milk today."&lt;br /&gt;She shrieked. "Alex!"&lt;br /&gt;Alex lifted his indifferent gaze from Quentin's face. "Yes, baby?" He sounded mild, even curious, but Adrian's hand curled under the table. Something wasn't right here. "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaa. "i have milk today." throw it! &lt;br /&gt;Alex is one arrogant... well, haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mandy, so famed for her breasts, at last tried to use her wits. "I'm your girlfriend," she said coaxingly. "You wouldn't let someone humiliate your girlfriend, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex tilted his head to a side. "That's right, baby," he said. "But if said girl isn't my girlfriend anymore..." He looked straight at her and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's got the breaking up speech down to an art form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A smile played with Alex's mouth. "You threw a beer at her. How is this any different?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should have thrown it at you instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we'll just have to wait for another party, won't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is tres ah-nnoying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quentin was hanging onto Alex's shoulder, stumbling and laughing. Alex was far quieter, but he had a drink in hand. That took Adrian aback. She'd never have pegged him as the drinking type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH. i'm STILL trying to figure Alex out. &lt;br /&gt;as in, what he looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personality wise, i DO envision him as the dark haired green eyed.&lt;br /&gt;but which flirt doesn't drink? &lt;br /&gt;only Alex. yeah. great. i'm still trying to work him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's easier to write though.&lt;br /&gt;but Edward's personality at least doesn't lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ferocious light burned in Alex's green eyes. "My parents are none of your goddamn business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri was smiling. "Oh, did that hurt? You actually have feelings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sour grapes, Sabrina?" Alex said smoothly, that flash of genuine emotion buried. Already, just in a few seconds, he'd regained control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex is love. =D hiding emotions is such a useful skill.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be able to do it... until i started crying every night. its hard to hide emotions when you always feel like crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's only lunch, ice princess. You up for the challenge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware that her smile was indeed forced, she sighed. "Why do you have to make everything a challenge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to know what my limits are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He had gorgeous eyes, she'd give him that. They were true green, not tarnished by blue or brown or by any other color.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. aka: not like jester's eyes. his are greenish brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep mixing quotes from RR and the Redux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sorry. I'm still drooling over that hunky stepbrother of yours. It should be illegal for someone to be that hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owen, you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin laughed. "Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: check the dictionary for definitions. &lt;br /&gt;1. pheromones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;or just ask Kat. i'm sure they learnt it in bio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She thinks I'm cute, huh?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She likes you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His arrogance took her breath away. And yet in a way it was terribly attractive because Alex was so sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;if Ryan had said that, SMACKKKK! hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;but Alex just says the exact same thing, and it's just ah-dorable. &lt;br /&gt;"She thinks I'm cute, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;if he'd replaced 'cute' with 'hot', i never would've liked him. =DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Maybe I'll just walk home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd need to get out of the car for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are other doors, Alex, and only one of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's grin was sudden. "Yes. And unless you sprint out of the parking lot like a cheetah, I'm pretty sure I run faster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm pretty sure i run faster" &lt;br /&gt;i like that line. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You're blunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the best way to do it. So what's the answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;hahaa. i'll try sometime. just be the most blunt person on earth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i know i edit sometimes cos' i'm afraid people get upset.&lt;br /&gt;but i realised that if people tried beating around the bush and tactfully putting forward a question, i'd respect them less than when they just spit it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't get disappointed so much. One of my exes literally agreed with me on everything." Alex made a contemptuous sound. "I tried to pick fights, just to see if she had an opinion. Once they give it up, they bore me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. honestly, i kinda get his point.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda AGREE with his point. i like people to have opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Alex annoyed her when he talked, and he annoyed her when he didn't talk. She couldn't win either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; noooo. i'd rather if he talks. =D then at least sacarsm ensues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex burst out laughing. "God, I'd pay you to say that."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why u can't hate him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason and Romance is still her best fic. I don't like the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST STUMBLED ACROSS &lt;u&gt;THE CELEB LISTING FOR RR&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT NOT NOT KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this morning i was telling Kat how i wished there would be a celeb listing.&lt;br /&gt;but then i immediately corrected myself cos i didn't wanna know what ALEX supposedly looks like.&lt;br /&gt;i said i'd rather live imagining my own ahdorable alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i'm peeking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't looked at ALEX yet. &lt;br /&gt;but i saw "Adrian". &lt;br /&gt;she's not pretty. hahahaa. well, i don't think she is. &lt;br /&gt;Minka Kelly. =D &lt;br /&gt;i don't see why alex likes her. &gt;.&lt; )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg. EMMA WATSON.&lt;br /&gt;whaddddt??? NO WAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i really am thinking twice about looking at Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky. Rachel hurd-wood. now this i can imagine. &lt;br /&gt;she's not pretty, rachel. she has a raw oldentime beauty i guess. she's beautiful but not pretty per se. she's kissed jeremy sumpter. &gt;.&lt; hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis... Chris Lowell. i have no comments. no pun intended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant. Teddy Dunn. NOOOOOOOOO. no no no no no. &lt;br /&gt;i know grant = blonde hair blue eyes... thus, he's NOT emmett. but i did not imagine him to be that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri. Samaire Armstrong. &lt;br /&gt;yes. i see this. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin... Chad Faust. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't think of him that way, but it could work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHHAA. i scrolled down to see all the names, then IMMEDIATELY when i glipsed the Alex paragraph, i yanked the cursor back up. i haven't decided if i wanna see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaughn. Blake Lively. &lt;br /&gt;YESSS! I CAN SEE THIS ONE! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;i looove Blake. i have a picture of her on my noticeboard cos her character in STP really reminds me a lot of myself. =D slightly athletic, crazy flirt. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin. Ryan Gosling. &lt;br /&gt;i kinda see this. the flirt//sleazy look in the eyes. i always thought quentin was scrawny. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issac. LIAM AIKEN. &lt;br /&gt;i kinda see this. but the picture she used isn't nice. liam looked cuter as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u notice again, that i skipped Alex and went straight to Issac. yes, i haven't looked yet.&lt;br /&gt;i glipsed a little bit of the paragraph but i have not clicked on the picture.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen. FREDDIE HIGHMORE.&lt;br /&gt;as in, charlie in charlie and the chocolate factory. hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;i see the personality. =D cute kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND NOW. ALEX MONTGOMERY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF U DONT WANNA KNOW, PLEASE DON'T READ ON. i don't even know whether i wanna know myself. &lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading the paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... i'm doubting... doubting if i should look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He was a very cute kid when he was young, but now he's sort of awkward.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now he's sort of awkward??? NOW, do i REALLY wanna look???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YES. i KNEW the author was a Twilight fan, and now this confirms it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she IS. =D &lt;br /&gt;i guessed right. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually clicked off, but i'm back now.&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD I LOOK?!??!! gahhhhs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i should. cos i looked for Edward, and seeing the pic Stephenie picked out for him (even though i didn't like it) didn't stop me from owning three days. =D &lt;br /&gt;so... ready.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GAHHHH I LOOKED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've seen a movie with the guy in it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty recently. but i never knew the actor's name. now i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not say the name. in case no one wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;Devi already saw. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, it wont taint my vision of Alex, cos the face is easily forgettable. &lt;br /&gt;I don't imagine Alex's arms to be very muscular. but definitely not slight. &lt;br /&gt;i imagine him with slightly longish hair... not as long as jmac's was, but still about there. &lt;br /&gt;i imagine him tall, but not too tall. 180 maybe. &lt;br /&gt;i don't imagine him in a wifebeater and shorts at all. &lt;br /&gt;i imagine him as the jeans and shirt type, but definitely not Abercrombie. &lt;br /&gt;i don't imagine him as the jacket type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i can't get the image outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;*BANGS* OUT! OUT! OUT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now its out.&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do is imagine him with green eyes and the image is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex. my hottie. =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;***&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi pseudo-innocent girl... *shakes head* &lt;br /&gt;i read your precious RR. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;you are so so right, i love Alex too. &lt;br /&gt;but no fighting. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you are so talented it isn't real. &lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't know about academics, but comeon, you own dance babyyy. &lt;br /&gt;for someone to actually pick up hip hop completely from scratch by themselves, and actually look good, is ah-mazing. you should be so so so proud. &lt;br /&gt;i won't be like all the rest and praise you to no end, cos i know what your problem is.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, you're going to australia. you HAVE been given that opportunity darling... you just have to wait a year more... less than. &lt;br /&gt;i am so so so sure you're gonna find a great studio to dance with.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel your pain darling, singapore dance does suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of me when you're in aussie. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;and puh-lease don't rub it in. ;) you know i'm dying here too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. i agree, maybe the Cait in RR is KIND OF like me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the unstoppable flirt part.&lt;br /&gt;Quoting India, HE IS ONLY NICE TO LOOK AT.&lt;br /&gt;but hey girl, you always like the jackasses, like i said. &lt;br /&gt;hahhahaa. what happened to cullen??? &lt;br /&gt;but i can safely say i AM NOT THAT DESPERATE. &lt;br /&gt;maybe for alex.... &lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. just kidding. -paves the way-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your viewing pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23nHU5cxkf8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23nHU5cxkf8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you've watched it before, but just for memories. =D &lt;br /&gt;you can dance, baby. =D &lt;br /&gt;so stop whining and REPRESENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phunkkkk it. &lt;br /&gt;caitxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S the twisty thing is actually pretty easy. i'll try to show you. &lt;br /&gt;hinthint: don't keep tyring to solve the laterally inverted thing. just dance it as you see it, and when you get used to the moves, THEN sort out the rights and lefts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP.S what happened to moonwalking? (its easier if you take the weight OFF your feet. =D ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPP.S about b-boying, uhhhh idk if there's a studio that can actually teach you that, cos as you can see, the studios here ARE pretty rubbish at US styles... uhm... learn off videos i guess, and if u find a studio, TELL ME. moi wants too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPP.S idk about dance crew either. uhhh. u could try HHCDS but idk if they have regular stuff. shizzzz. just go to aussie and find a street crew. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPP.S play it safe aite??? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;***&lt;/u&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They hadn't done anything, but Adrian had heard every innuendo they uttered. If nothing else, Alex was clearly enjoying himself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalallaaa. back to reality huhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIORKISS.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8127970565550390982?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8127970565550390982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8127970565550390982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8127970565550390982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8127970565550390982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-this-post-rralex-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-6224210465402709018</id><published>2007-04-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:20:47.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO YO YO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to athalie TOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's gonna tell me her favourite Alex quotes. (no, she didn't read RR. she got it off here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is ATHALIE TOH, the math partner who says she doesn't like guys cos no one deserves her love yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read on. *wink*. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athalie Toh says:&lt;br /&gt;oh and the sarcasm used is really really good. that i have to admit ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh baby. &lt;br /&gt;Sacarsm is Alex's best friend. (i'll have Devi after me now, screaming "QUENTIN! QUENTIN!" -uh, no pun intended. HONEST. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athalie's LAZY to look.&lt;br /&gt;rawr. &lt;br /&gt;nofair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athalie Toh says:&lt;br /&gt;oh you told me about this one&lt;br /&gt;Athalie Toh says:&lt;br /&gt;Alex gave a moan of disbelief. He tugged the scorecard from her and scanned it, as if to make sure she hadn't cheated. A couple holes later, he'd pulled ahead by three strokes. "Now that's more like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athalie Toh says:&lt;br /&gt;and this one is like WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athalie Toh says:&lt;br /&gt;"Detention," he snarled between his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir," she said calmly. "I'd like some fries too."&lt;br /&gt;His eyes went small. "Detention for one week."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir. Are you going to make it two?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you mocking me, Ms. Blake?"&lt;br /&gt;"That would be pretty hard to do, sir, when you're doing a good job, yourself."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. yeahhhh i looove the sacarsm in it.&lt;br /&gt;i MISS sacarsm! i miss all the biting comebacks... &lt;br /&gt;i used to do it a LOOOOT in lower sec. hahaha. i think i pissed  lot of people off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then slowly sacarsm seems to NOT work on people here. &lt;br /&gt;nuts. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought today's assembly thing was FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this teacher asked the entire school a question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you get HIV from oral sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately droned "yeeeeeessss."&lt;br /&gt;then was surprised. cos i realised how many people don't know what oral sex is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was rather stupid.&lt;br /&gt;if so many sec4s don't know, you expect the juniors to know??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that's not fair. cos i know what it is. and i knew since... well, since primary school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, YOU CAN GET HIV FROM KISSING TOO. &lt;br /&gt;so its a moot point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh. when she asked about the whole HIV thing, the first thing i thought about was ALEX. and liling told me later that she thought the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He lifted his beer. "Maybe you should get it from someone more sober."&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh was now wry. She was willing to bet he'd nursed that same beer all night long. Quentin might drink to excess, but never Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS is why he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;i was about to say This is why i like him, but i got reminded of the song. &lt;br /&gt;awww. alex's a good boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. okay, lets stop the delusions shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;****&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE RR CRAZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I didn't like her. She yowled."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. cute kid. i think Owen said that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEQUEL TO REDUX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As for the plot: Isabella Park dated Quentin Maxwell after their sophomore year. She thought she was in love. She slept with him. And she dumped him at her mother's behest. Now, more than a year later, Bella still wonders if she did the right thing. The thing, though? He's white. And her mother still hates him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELLA?!??!! *SQUEALS* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DONT want twilight world to be mixed up with RR world. &lt;br /&gt;i'd just d-i-e.&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLL. &lt;br /&gt;she dated Quentin as a soph. and she still remembers him? wow. okay. LOLLLLL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"That's true," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, "but that's just not it." Every word came slower now, as if he was groping for the truth. "Bri didn't like Alex saying you were pretty. And that's because..." Isaac looked at her then, that keen mind behind those glasses working. "Because... Alex likes you, Adrian. And because you like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down abruptly, as if the conclusion had staggered him. "Oh." He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Well, shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ONE OF MY FAVOURITES. hahahaa. Issac is so so so cute. "well, shit." hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No matter how reckless he seemed, it never paid to forget how smart he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;AND THIS IS WHY I CANT STAND ALEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT. GREAT. HE'S HOT. AND HE'S SMART TOO.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'S ATHELETIC. &lt;br /&gt;dammit. in Adrian's words, IS THERE ANYTHING THIS GUY CANT DO?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to answer my own question, YES. he can't sing. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. the original RR said so. =D i'm smart. i remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Keep it up," Grant said from a corner of his mouth when he walked past them in the hallway. "You're doing just fine."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grant is... funny. hahhaa. he doesn't care much... I bet he's a Libra. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I can't wait until Alex dumps you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. Bri's such a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;i love Nicky though. &lt;3 she's such a cute kid. &lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. she's a freshie. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"They said he stood up to Mr. Melbourne because of you. And they said he flirted with only you, not other girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at this, it makes Alex... human. Imagine if you're in his shoes. I mean, he's ahbviously not the cold hearted bitch (i keep using girl-terms. haha) everyone thinks he is... and the fact that he shows his soft(er) side with Adrian is totally immensely addictive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's TRUE, alex never flirts. "that's right baby, we're tight." he treats his girlfriends like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian doesn't know why she likes Alex. i can sympathise. I don't think we all know either. if you asked any one of us, we'd never know how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;its almost as though there isn't any reason. you just LIKE him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme try to explain that to myself and my public. HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She knows she can't resist me for three whole months," Ryan boasted. "It's that famous Henderson charm. Never fails, I tell you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan. egoistical, arrogant... you can see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;case two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Avoiding me, baby?" Alex murmured into her ear. "If you are, you're not doing a very good job of it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex. not exactly subtle, but not direct. sweet. smart. gahhhs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i like him. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-6224210465402709018?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6224210465402709018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=6224210465402709018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6224210465402709018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6224210465402709018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/yo-yo-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-636330419105352768</id><published>2007-04-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:39:29.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. here we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyy... was kinda slack. &lt;br /&gt;me and liling; nicole; kat; devi; emin; phau are officially on the Speak Proper English rampage. =D smacks and pokes galore. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm librarying tomorrow and the next day. with kat and jie respectively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon gets monday off cos of Easter. &lt;br /&gt;nofair. )): we only get one day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quentin doesn't date, Adrian. He screws. Do you really think he'd turn over a new leaf for you?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, he DIDDDDDD. hahhaa. he LIKES her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokayokay. no more RRR stuff i swear. &lt;br /&gt;WDYKH is being written. Love you donya. =D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she thinks my guy obsession's cute. -.- lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the INteract thing after school. &lt;br /&gt;then kat's dad drove me home. yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew House cheerleading... uhm... &lt;br /&gt;well, they used the original choreography, with a little (HAH) mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;i KNOW they deviated slightly.&lt;br /&gt;but there are some directional problems baby. &lt;br /&gt;not to mention... well, the lack of actual dance training, but i guess that can't be helped. &lt;br /&gt;No comments nevertheless. Thou shall not bitch. &lt;br /&gt;yes, that's for Alex.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who read the original RR would know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS, READ IT! hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-636330419105352768?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/636330419105352768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=636330419105352768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/636330419105352768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/636330419105352768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4291274984501998861</id><published>2007-04-05T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:32:03.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blogpost is a long overdue rant on MY NEW LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Alex Montgomery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blogpost has been accumulated through the week. (yes, four days. that's why its longggg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What's so great about Chicago? You don't have me there."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand you know who said that one. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile in his eyes hinted at his arrogance. No matter what happened, Alex seldom lost that look. "I'm creative." Her cough was skeptical, and he laughed quietly. "It took me two days to think of this, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 3rd quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Alex, we need to talk," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rested his hand on her doorway frame. "That sounds ominous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We really need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That really sounds ominous."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly, you'd think he'd be flunking every class with his uhhhh... ATTITUDE. &lt;br /&gt;but he's taking all those AP classes. unbelievable, but for the jackass he is, he's actually smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;So it's the seniors that Adrian really has to deal with. And hence, Alex is one of the most dominant seniors, so he gets his way. It should be noted, however, that Alex is not telling people to ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS is why i loooove the story. &lt;br /&gt;there's at least a depth. a plot. character analysis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the characters stay true to their characters til the end [Bri gets a little awry but that's just her.]&lt;br /&gt;Alex would never be one to tell people to ignore her, but the way he does things automatically shows his public how to treat her... &lt;br /&gt;i think its amazing. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why are you being so nice?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian frowned. That wasn't what she'd meant to ask exactly, but she couldn't think of how to say it. She grasped at the thought, but already it was fleeting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the words the author uses... &lt;br /&gt;and damn.&lt;br /&gt;yes, alex isn't nice. he doesn't show his heart, but he still has one.&lt;br /&gt;appealing, much??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"No, she won't," Travis said indignantly. "You're not throwing her body in the river."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally like Travis. hahahaa. the way she writes him makes him sound so... cute! hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i ahbviously don't fancy him or anything but he'd be a totally cool best friend. lmao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The school was officially named "River Valley High School" but within five minutes of Alex's arrival, Adrian knew it should have been named "Alex Montgomery's Harem" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First clue: the howling screech of "Sweeeeeetie!" that shattered her eardrums. And the possessor of that voice was an amazingly endowed redhead poured into a super-short skirt and stiletto heels who posed in a dramatic fashion before hurling herself onto Alex's chest and planting a pouting kiss on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second clue: the sheer number of people stopping just to watch the pair of them. Or rather, it was the envious faces Adrian saw. Most of the guys whistled or clapped, but the way they watched the redhead made her think they would have given anything to be in Alex's place right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third clue: the other girls staring at the redhead with varying expressions of envy, disgust, and longing. The disgust Adrian could understand, but not the rest. And yet she knew they would have given anything to be in the redhead's place right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth clue: the size of Alex's posse hanging near him. They were the only ones utterly bored, and Adrian knew they'd seen this drama before. She recognized some of them from the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her pneumatic chest heaving, the redhead wrapped around Alex like a second skin. She tucked herself under his arm. "Sweetie, who is she?" All of this time, and he hadn't so much even kissed her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SO SO SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;but with this, i'm kinda sceptic. &lt;br /&gt;alex actually ENDURES this??? &lt;br /&gt;ugh. gross.&lt;br /&gt;if i had Mandy Fitzpatrick launch herself at me, i'd launch too. away, that is.&lt;br /&gt;sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but if i had Edward Cullen launch himself at me, i'd die of humiliation too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex plays soccer.&lt;br /&gt;how nice. &lt;br /&gt;hhahhahaa. &lt;br /&gt;i can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't imagine HIM.&lt;br /&gt;he has dark hair and green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;admittedly, its a good combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That seemed to do the trick. Cries of "ouch!" and laughter rained down on Quentin, and some elbows too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devi claimed Quentin. &lt;br /&gt;she didn't have any opposition from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i have three edward days.&lt;br /&gt;and now i have two alex days too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And even though Adrian didn't turn around, she could still hear his response. "She said you're stupid, baby."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. waaaaay to be frank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian doesn't blush easily. or cry easily. &lt;br /&gt;good for her.&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't blush easily. cos apparently i actually look calm all the time.&lt;br /&gt;or the attitude face. &lt;br /&gt;-.- i give that a lot. &lt;br /&gt;i never knew i didn't show fear or anything easily though. until someone casually mentioned how effing calm i was when i was literally shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tear ducts are hardwired to my system though. with only one speed: red hot full steam ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sure you don't want to eat with us?" Alex said to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm sure. Have fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father was the last to leave. He shot her a shrewd glance. "Just so you know, Adrian," he said, "you're the only girl Alex's ever invited for dinner with us." Standing there, he might have been Alex, if not for the rueful smile he wore. "Now I know why he didn't tell me about Bri Latimer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LIKE mr montgomery. &lt;br /&gt;his sense of humour is rib tickling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex's slow, lazy voice cut in. "You're introducing her to your parents, Q? Don't you think that's a little... fast?" He was leaning back in his chair, his gaze hooded, as he watched both of them. "What's the rush?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THAT is Alex jealous.&lt;br /&gt;any wonder why EVERYONE who read this fell for him??? &lt;br /&gt;including me... gahhhs. i'm incorrigible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athalie toh wrote a loooong essay in my notebook about how i'm an unfaithful two timing freak. &lt;br /&gt;lmfao. &lt;br /&gt;my math partner sure makes the boring lessons exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin had taken up his usual position next to her desk. "There's a betting pool," he said, his voice low. "The breakup watch, they call it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You put money in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. I've done it for every girl Alex's dated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;now really, can u BELIEVE i like this guy???&lt;br /&gt;cos I can't, and I'm me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex sent a smile her way. "Good to see you," he said with apparent sincerity. "We missed having you around."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW i know why i like this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bri's lips thinned with annoyance. "That's pretty immature of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky beamed at her. "Yeah, I'm only fifteen. What's your excuse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kathleen thinks Nicky's annoying. i LOVE her! hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;she gives me good one liners. i need to remember them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. alex has them too.&lt;br /&gt;except his would be classified as 'mouthing off'. &lt;br /&gt;nicky's innocent yet sharp.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex stared at his girlfriend. If she was tightly wound up, he was loose like a jungle cat. His eyes were opaque, as if a door had slammed shut, and any hope Adrian had of reading him was gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part so reminds me of Edward. the 'loose like a jungle cat' part. except edward would be a mountain lion.&lt;br /&gt;wait. isn't a lion a jungle cat??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adrian smiled at the other girl. "What makes you think I want to date Alex? His girlfriends last an average of three weeks. I'd rather bet on a sure thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, and that's Quentin?" Bri scoffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't been dumped yet, have I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's still time," Bri responded acidly. She turned back to Alex. "Who is it going to be? Her or me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's face hardened. "Well, if you're going to make me choose..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-lex. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quentin leaned over to whisper into her ear. "Baby, I am so fucking rich. I bet that Bri wouldn't last until one o'clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at him sideways. "You're already rich, Q. And what if she'd lasted until two o'clock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way. I'd have broken them up myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i see why dear Devi likes Quentin. nahhhh i don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If she's following the pattern, then yes, we can expect a few more," Isaac replied, his tone serious. "Mandy Fitzpatrick did the same thing. Lindsay Melbourne too. Oh and Tamara Waverly and her sister. Alex dated both sisters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might have said more, but Alex tossed a juice carton at him. "Scram. I'll take care of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.L.A.Y.E.R. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Talking about me behind my back?" Grant said, emerging from the crowd. He had a navy tank top and matching swimming trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin took his arm away from Vaughn. "What the hell is that?" he said, pointing at Grant's clothes. "What are you supposed to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant's mouth quirked. "A surfer," he said in his deep voice. "I refuse to dress up like a buffoon, even for you." He glanced around for a seat and without even asking, one of the kids gave up his stool and Grant took it. "Our friendship has its limits, Q."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed. Grant's kinda like Emmett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dontcha thinkkkk Edward's like Alex?? (i know you don't. but i like both a looot so to me they're alike. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;emmett and grant. &lt;br /&gt;Bri like Rosalie. HAHHAA. i know that's not true. lauren, yes. is that her name?&lt;br /&gt;Vaughn and.... Alice? wait. no. JESSICA. &lt;br /&gt;mike like Justin... idk why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He hadn't gone out of his way to harass her, true, but he'd clearly enjoyed watching her struggle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that. is. so. alex. &lt;br /&gt;he doesn't do any bitching if he doesn't like you, but somehow, you'd know. and you'd feel it. &lt;br /&gt;hhahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She'd known he played, but she hadn't realized he was the captain. When he spoke, she could visualize him always attacking and pushing the ball forward.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, this is one of my favourite lines in both RRR and RR. (in plain speak, the original and the rewritten version. i like the rewritten better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If someone had told me a month ago I'd willingly do something like this, I'd have said he was crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ohyeah, he's sweet all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine alex at ten? having his birthday at a mini-golf course? &lt;br /&gt;can u say ah-dorable?? (i realise i spell adorable with an 'ah' now, and not 'uh-dorable' like i used o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Maybe," Alex said. He didn't say he was sorry about her mother, and Adrian appreciated that. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. hahaa. i hate pity-parties except from myself and Edward. (or whichever imaginary guy happens to be my obsession. currently Alex, but i don't share much with him. -.- he isn't the type you actually cry on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She knew Alex was always aware of his good looks and what effect they had on girls. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa. lucky bitch. (inappropriate girl term, but whatevs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex gave a moan of disbelief. He tugged the scorecard from her and scanned it, as if to make sure she hadn't cheated. A couple holes later, he'd pulled ahead by three strokes. "Now that's more like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for some reason, i love this line. Alex sounds more like a kid. competitive, not believing he could be beaten this easily... then the confidence returns. &lt;br /&gt;he sounds like me here, which is why i love this line... hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Listen, baby-" He seemed to catch himself, as if he'd realized this wasn't the time for endearments. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that term. 'baby', i mean. I know Caitlin calls be Babygirl, but that doesn't count. =D cos i love her. whee. lol. &lt;br /&gt;i hate the term 'cutie' too. (with or without the "pie") and 'babe'. and 'sweetie'. &lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, i wouldn't mind. Edward calls Bella that sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay, done with the copy-paste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog another post about my day(s) so far.&lt;br /&gt;seeing as these four days have been documented with nothing but alex. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babygirl. &lt;br /&gt;yea-a-a. &lt;br /&gt;Cal. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4291274984501998861?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4291274984501998861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4291274984501998861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4291274984501998861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4291274984501998861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-blogpost-is-long-overdue-rant-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8999530639894254126</id><published>2007-04-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:05:56.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;That got a laugh from him. A nice one, Adrian had to admit, but tinged with smugness. "Baby, if you want a demonstration, why didn't you just say so?"&lt;br /&gt;Her lip curled. "Baby?" she mocked. "Is that what you use when you can't remember the girl's name?"&lt;br /&gt;Alex took his eyes off the road. "Well, why should I?" he said with that slight smile. "Not when I have so many of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burnnnn. &lt;br /&gt;-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow, that fast. Adrian hadn't even set her stopwatch. Quentin probably had broken the Guinness World Record for hitting on a girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. now i know why devi thinks quentin's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he calls her baby. &lt;br /&gt;awwww sweet.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;as in alex//adrian. &lt;br /&gt;not a good time to say i love the name Alex.&lt;br /&gt;and Aaron. and Edward. and Jasper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The smile left Alex's lips, but it still lingered in his eyes. "This isn't flirting, baby. If I was, you'd know it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfaooooo. &lt;br /&gt;Alex is JUST LIKE pettyfer.&lt;br /&gt;egoistical &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;well he is hotter though&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;at least in my imagination : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foSHOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A real man wouldn't need five minutes."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.M.F.A.O. &lt;br /&gt;it continues to amaze me how people can come back with comebacks... that.. fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Detention," he snarled between his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir," she said calmly. "I'd like some fries too."&lt;br /&gt;His eyes went small. "Detention for one week."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir. Are you going to make it two?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you mocking me, Ms. Blake?"&lt;br /&gt;"That would be pretty hard to do, sir, when you're doing a good job, yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfaooooo. &lt;br /&gt;sardonicccccally. &lt;br /&gt;i love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You a pet lover, Alex?" Adrian said.&lt;br /&gt;He lifted a brow. "Who doesn't like animals?"&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze drifted towards his little girlfriend still crying. "It's humane to put wounded animals out of their misery."&lt;br /&gt;Humor lit up his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i DO love it. &lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. i'm a fan of sacarstic once over remarks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i scream them in my head everything someone screws off. &lt;br /&gt;even though i'd never say them out loud.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. people in singapore won't get it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;2. even if they get it, they wouldn't get if i was being funny or sacarstic &lt;br /&gt;3. thus its a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: hahahaa. i told a friend some sacarstic comment that someone else used to slam me with. and she went "huh? isn't that good?"&lt;br /&gt;she thought it was a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;see what i meaaaaan??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sorry about what?" she said mildly. Apparently her greatest gift, other than not blushing easily, was the ability to keep her voice calm. Nobody would ever know she was this close to breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; damn i LOOOVE this girl. i can never last a second without crying. even though i'm not in the least upset. tears of frustration basically. &lt;br /&gt;The bad side to training tears. you don't exactly control them any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i like Alex. a lot. &lt;br /&gt;i realise i like all the jackasses. &lt;br /&gt;they make life interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You're supposed to melt," he said winsomely, "like that Wicked Witch."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickkk. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;I think Travis is ah-mazingly funny. idk how to describe it... he's a gentleman but not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the exact same with Alex. &lt;br /&gt;he's a gentleman but not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin sounds.... damn. &lt;br /&gt;he sounds like Chris but funnier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;"alex never picks the smart girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'adore the name Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No, she won't," Travis said indignantly. "You're not throwing her body in the river."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the author... she seriously put  lot of thought into the characters.&lt;br /&gt;its very seldom i get hungover from reading these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've read a lot, you'd know what i mean by the hangover. its kinda this blurry hangoverish feeling you get when you drink too much.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha in this case, its when you read a book where the image isn't shattered yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories are so so so important to me. the WORDS are more important. &lt;br /&gt;one word can shatter the story. ANY story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A smile played with Alex's mouth. "You threw a beer at her. How is this any different?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should have thrown it at you instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we'll just have to wait for another party, won't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN. damn. sacarsm owns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh i love Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caitlin: you love all the jackasses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa. her way of saying "michelle always falls in love with the bad boys"&lt;br /&gt;i think its intriguing how he just blows Mandy off and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these kinda fics are NOT easy to write at all. props to the author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex listened to her with an indulgent smile. "All dances are the same," he told her, sounding almost kind. Alex was many things, but he did seem to treat Nicky better than most, Adrian had to give him that. "There's always next year anyway."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has a LOOOOT of depth in him. i love the author already. &lt;br /&gt;cos i finally find a good writer who &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;***************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- said:&lt;br /&gt;can i ask u sumthing??&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie said:&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;y u so accurate??&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;oh man...&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah-biously i'm accurate.&lt;br /&gt;or i wouldn't have been so confident about it.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, you know i'll never be THAT unfeelinggggg. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah. you don't hate me do you? ahhhhididn'tthinkso. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;u r not the 1st time being so accurate lar&lt;br /&gt;--- says:&lt;br /&gt;because i dont believe u&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my oppinion.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry too. &lt;br /&gt;cos i think i kinda hurt you with my less than subtle prediction that it would not work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;******&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the fic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only Travis could make it seem innocent and even endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I think Travis is such a brotherly/bff figure. hahaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex cooks!!!! hahhahaaa. &lt;br /&gt;yummy. &lt;br /&gt;[i'm eating pasta right now. yep] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading the Redux still. I KNOW i said i'd read the original but gahhhhs i kinda don't feel like plunging into a new story where my image of Alex might be ruined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex has green eyes. &lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for blonde hair and green eyes. idkwhy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading both now. &lt;br /&gt;the original and Redux. &lt;br /&gt;admittedly. i don't like the original. &lt;br /&gt;alex isn't his usual sacarstic slash arrogant self any more!!!! &lt;br /&gt;WHY OH WHY?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A corner of his mouth lifted. "Break up with someone recently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian stared straight ahead at the snaking line of guests. "I gave myself away, didn't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A bit too obvious, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAOOOO. this IS SO NOT ALEX. &lt;br /&gt;alex isn't NICE. that's why i love himmmm. &lt;br /&gt;damn. that sounds bad. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, he doesn't show his nice side easily!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Lucky you," Caitlin muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's amused stare told Adrian clearly that he'd overheard Caitlin. He led Adrian to the floor and swung her around in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She thinks I'm cute, huh?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She likes you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE we go. =D &lt;br /&gt;alex is love. hahahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY HEY. &lt;br /&gt;caitlin, there's a girl in the original story named Caitlin. &lt;br /&gt;and she's exactly. like. you.!!!! hahhaaa. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She winced. Yeah, she'd set herself up for that one. "Alex, come on. Why are you so interested in going with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped closer, and she tried to step back, but the car was behind her. "Why are you so interested in going without me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. &lt;br /&gt;pretty good excuse though. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He boosted himself up on the counter and watched her. "I don't understand why you girls have to do all of that stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why you're not a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys want girls to be pretty. but they don't let you do anything to be pretty. &lt;br /&gt;in that case, only the naturally beautiful people will ever get boyfriends. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway.&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling tres guilty. &lt;br /&gt;i've been faithfully trawling through my books. but i've stopped.&lt;br /&gt;[quoting caitlin, "REBOUND GIRL!"] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? i didn't pay much attention to what happened in school today. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, SURE i paid attention in lessons. (not that we had that many lessons anyway) admittedly, Alex is really really on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no. i don't wanna know how he looks like. &lt;br /&gt;but to be honest, i can't imagine him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt i wanna know how Adrian looks like. pretty? not? i wanna know anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//endstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8999530639894254126?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8999530639894254126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8999530639894254126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8999530639894254126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8999530639894254126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-got-laugh-from-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7652215454387100726</id><published>2007-04-03T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:02:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;omgX2???&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST TYPED OUT EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE IN MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Callie-Wallie says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm good at that.&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;OH SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;Devi says:&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do that. =D &lt;br /&gt;and you see, i'm not the only one who feels that way.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only one who bothers to speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least someone thinks i'm good @ something.&lt;br /&gt;thanks baby. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby devi. &lt;br /&gt;little bella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolllll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;him: does she like him?&lt;br /&gt;her: i don't know. she just met him today.&lt;br /&gt;him: do you think she will like him?&lt;br /&gt;her: why do you care?&lt;br /&gt;him: i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;her: you're jealous, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;him: a little. i'm not gonna lie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's suuuuper stoked that she managed to make him jealous, but i'm not... &lt;br /&gt;i'm actually kinda sad for him...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, imagine if it were you. &lt;br /&gt;i'd die. and cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but SERIOUSLAEEEE I LOVE YOU DEVIIIII. &lt;br /&gt;u just make me soooo much better. &lt;br /&gt;"nothing in singapore is worth your tears"&lt;br /&gt;amen to thatttttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, Aussie Guy will love me. and give me his tan leather jacket. HAHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, HE HAS A NAME. Aussie Guy. &lt;br /&gt;hahhahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;//end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7652215454387100726?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7652215454387100726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7652215454387100726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7652215454387100726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7652215454387100726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/devi-says-omg-callie-wallie-says-omgx2.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8411890565877384061</id><published>2007-04-02T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:19:26.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cal's Playlist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OUtside Looking In- Jordan Pruitt&lt;br /&gt;*I Still Believe- Hayden Panettiere &lt;br /&gt;*Sign me Up (is that right???)- Ne-Yo &lt;br /&gt;*Be Good To me- Ashley Tisdale. [she can't sing live to save herself]&lt;br /&gt;*Come Thru- DMX feat Busta Rhymes &lt;br /&gt;*Shoebox- Brie Larson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love brie's lyrics. but ughhhhh she can't sing live. well she can, but i don't like her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my cargo jacket is on for a 60% off thing.&lt;br /&gt;if it is, I'M BUYING IT FOSHO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tres materialistic now. )): &lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for A&amp;F tees. yep. camis etc etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;I want one more pair of cargos. &lt;br /&gt;and sweats. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dunks//vans. &lt;br /&gt;okay, i really want the dunks//vans. &lt;br /&gt;cos i decided i need to wear something other than heels. &lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm gonna be broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for an alternative to veeting, WITHOUT waxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my phonebill came and went. &lt;br /&gt;it was 20++++++++. &lt;br /&gt;it didn't go over thirty. RELIEF. gawddddd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more overseas msges except to my sis. =D&lt;br /&gt;resolutionnnn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGIzdE2bdP8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGIzdE2bdP8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she canNOT singggggg. &lt;br /&gt;the black guy on the left back has a super nice style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. they change places. so no, he isn't on the left back any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When you're caught looking at him, remember he was looking back."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes. hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"SAVE THE EARTH! [is the only planet with chocolate]" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen to thatttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I wanna be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken. And the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn't brighten up her own."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"A good friend will comfort you when he rejects you, but a best friend will go up to him and say, "it's because you're gay, isn't it?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is SO SO SO SO SO TRUE. hahahaahahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;it so reminds me of jess... &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If you can't get someone out of your head, then maybe they are supposed to be there."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Wait for the boy who will make you smile like no one else."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for the guy who gives me his jacketttt. &lt;br /&gt;which is gonna have to wait until i go over to aussie cos NO ONE wears a jacket in singapore except me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's not denial. I'm just very selective about the reality I accept."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFERIORITY COMPLEXXXXXing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Like I always say, there's no 'I' in team. There's a 'me,' though, if you jumble it up."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*****************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm backkkk and i'm winging life. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks sooooo effing much to lizzie&amp;&amp;linyi&amp;&amp;charseow&amp;&amp;xioahui&amp;&amp;alynn. &lt;br /&gt;our sit-down-and-talk session really made me feel dsjnfsag times better. &lt;br /&gt;although i'm still kinda upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thanks dsjfnp;sgg lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last text message on your cell phone say?&lt;br /&gt;A: somefink about the cargo jacket being 60% off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: a sleeping bag on the floooor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A: white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the color of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;A: orange and kiwi gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: none. i think i only have a dollar ++ in my wallet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;A: none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;A: dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can’t wait till…?&lt;br /&gt;A: i go to aussie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;A: this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: i can't even remember what i had for breakfast today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Look to your left. What’s there?&lt;br /&gt;A: phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: stretchpants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What website(s) do you visit the most during the day?&lt;br /&gt;A: WUWDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have plants in your room?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes. orchids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: my stomach aches a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What’s the last taxicab you rode in?&lt;br /&gt;A: idk the liscence plate no. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you own a picture phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Last________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw? our maid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you talked on the phone with? damn idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Song you listened to? uhhh jojo's leave (get out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dream you had? i was shopping and i found a Dior folder! IT WAS THE PRETTIEST THING i wish my dream was real. Dior is my sjfnpisgb fave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______Today______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 What are you doing now? this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you doing tonight? studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you wearing? school shirt and shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______Tomorrow_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is? tues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans? school. work. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Goal? moonwalkkkkk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dislikes about tomorrow? school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have to work? natch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we talked and just hung out for another forty-five minutes or so, and most of it was him playing with my fingers/rings and being really touchy feely in innocent ways like that, and pulling on my sleeves and putting his hands inside my sleeves because it was freeeezing and he only had a tee shirt on. so i was like awwh, do you want my jacket? kidding around obviously and he was like, "NONONO I'M SUPPOSED TO DO THAT BUT I DON'T HAVE A JACKET TO GIVE YOU I FEEL SO BADDDDD DDDD= DO YOU HATE ME?" exactly. hahahahha. he is so cute and sweet and cares about everybody, it's ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaran++lukas. &lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;but she's with jarrid now. &lt;br /&gt;and i want HIM. (lukas i mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've been fine and pretty unemotional about this whole deal because i've known it was coming foreverrrr, but i started bawling my eyes out over the stupidest things.  like taking down my posters.  i posted pictures on wuwds of my room before, but if you never saw it all of my walls plus both sides of my door were covered in posters, you couldn't even see wall at all.  it was ridiculousss.  from the ceiling all the way down.  it was like MINE.  you could tell it was my room, haha.  both sides of my bedroom door from top to bottom, and one entire wall was all jesse pictures too.  i always said that when i moved out i would throw the other ones away but save my jesse ones, but they were too much together and i ended up ripping alot of them when i tried to carefully take them down/cut them down with scissors, so i ended up ripping them all down and saving one big one i ordered online.  i looked at the pile of posters of him and i was like...seriously.  that's my childhood right there. and all the other ones in the trashbags.  and idk, i just flipped out and sobbed for like a half hour.  pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i start packing for aussie, i'm so totally sure i'm gonna bawl too. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;my isn't exactly ME. too many textbooks for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;but the walls deff. are... and the shells and rocks everywhere. its completely me. i hope it screams "GIRL WHO LOVES THE BEACH AND POP MUSIC AND DANCE AND WANTS TO LIVE IN CALI". cos its what i want it to scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;********&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you shaved? i don't shave. i veet. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;2. Explain what ended your last relationship. I've never ever ever had one. and i don't want one until aussie either.&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.? taking an english test.&lt;br /&gt;4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago? eating? &lt;br /&gt;5. Are you any good at math? not at all. &lt;br /&gt;6. Your prom night? i'm BOYCOTTING my prom this year. i'm gonna get someone from HS to invite me to theirs next year. &lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any famous ancestors? nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you had to take a loan out for school? not yet.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile? no myspace&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing received in the mail? uhhhh some dance thing i believe. &lt;br /&gt;11. How many different beverages have you had today? one. water.&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine? not really. &lt;br /&gt;13. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to? idk2. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach? no. i draw I LOVE JESSE McCARTNEY. &lt;br /&gt;15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had? bracessss. &lt;br /&gt;16. What is out your back door? no backdoor. (WAIT I DO HAVE ONE. uhhhhh. the laundry line. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;17. Any plans for Friday night? idk yet. my mum was talking about some fancy dinner place.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair? yes, surprisingly. &lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns? no. i'd LOOOOVE it tho. &lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been to a planetarium? yes. &lt;br /&gt;21. Do you re-use towels after you shower? yep. &lt;br /&gt;22. Some things you are excited about? ECLIPSE RELEASE.&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO? pinkkk. &lt;br /&gt;24. Describe your keychain(s)? no keychain.&lt;br /&gt;25. Where do you keep your change? my wallet. &lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? todayyy. define LARGE.&lt;br /&gt;27. What kind of winter coat do you own? blackk. &lt;br /&gt;28. What was the weather like on your graduation day? haven't graduated. &lt;br /&gt;29. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed? open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible Twos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. michelle&lt;br /&gt;2. callie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. and chinese. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. failure.&lt;br /&gt;2. not being able to dance (perform dance!) ever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. music.&lt;br /&gt;2. computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. shorts.&lt;br /&gt;2. shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite bands or musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. jmac. &lt;br /&gt;2. DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two physical things that appeal to you:&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2. hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. writing.&lt;br /&gt;2. dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want really badly:&lt;br /&gt;1. not go to school tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;2. to dance for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. cali.&lt;br /&gt;2. nyc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. have danced with a dance crew&lt;br /&gt;2. own a Chanel handbag. (which means i'd be sucessful in life to be able to buy one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are thinking about now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dior/ &lt;br /&gt;2. shoppingggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stores you shop at:&lt;br /&gt;1. S&amp;K&lt;br /&gt;2. Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you haven't talked to in a while:&lt;br /&gt;1. duny&lt;br /&gt;2. reem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite web sites:&lt;br /&gt;1. wuwds.&lt;br /&gt;2. blogger.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite sports:&lt;br /&gt;1. soccer&lt;br /&gt;2. uhhh uhhhh... idk. hahhaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who will fill this out:&lt;br /&gt;1. wuwds people&lt;br /&gt;2. idk. hahahaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. cried like shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. read a book. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two shows you like to watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. sytycd&lt;br /&gt;2. i don't watch tv yaknow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite people:&lt;br /&gt;a LOOOOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite subjects in school:&lt;br /&gt;NONE. when you have a country SUFFOCATING you with academics, you tend to hate every single subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite places to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. the dining room &lt;br /&gt;2. uh uh uh pastamania!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people that live in your house:&lt;br /&gt;1. bro&lt;br /&gt;2. me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you like about yourself (physical):&lt;br /&gt;1. eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2. the long legs. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. pasta&lt;br /&gt;2. rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1. jie&lt;br /&gt;2. athalie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you're doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. school&lt;br /&gt;2. library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN EMOTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;1. are you missing someone right now?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. are you happy: i'm aite. &lt;br /&gt;3. are you talking to anyone right now: yep. &lt;br /&gt;4. are you bored: kinda&lt;br /&gt;5. are you german: no&lt;br /&gt;6. are you viet: no&lt;br /&gt;7. are you french: no&lt;br /&gt;9. are your parents still married: yes&lt;br /&gt;10. do you like someone right now: yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FAVORITES.&lt;br /&gt;1. televison show: none. &lt;br /&gt;2. flower: roses&lt;br /&gt;3. coloUr: currently its dark purple and pale green. &lt;br /&gt;4. sport: soccer. &lt;br /&gt;5. mall: none &lt;br /&gt;6. music: pop. R&amp;B and hip hop. its practically all i listen to. &lt;br /&gt;7. food: italian&lt;br /&gt;8: season: winter/autumn. &lt;br /&gt;9. animal: giraffe. &lt;br /&gt;10. state: NY//CALI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS.&lt;br /&gt;1. Home town: s'pore&lt;br /&gt;2. hair coloUr: brown&lt;br /&gt;4. hair style: pontail, half up, straight&lt;br /&gt;5. eye coloUr: brown&lt;br /&gt;6. shoe size: 6/7&lt;br /&gt;7. mood: listless.&lt;br /&gt;8. skin coloUr: tanned&lt;br /&gt;9. height: 5'3 1/2&lt;br /&gt;10. lefty/righty: righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever been in love?: never. &lt;br /&gt;2. do you believe in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;3. why did your last relationship fail: no relationship ever.&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever been heartbroken? no. &lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever broken someone's heart? no. &lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever fallen for one of your best friends: no. that's why they're my best friends. we don't fall for each other. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever liked someone but never told them: yes&lt;br /&gt;8. are you afraid of commitment: yes. &lt;br /&gt;9. has someone ever kissed your hand: yes.&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever had a secret admirer: idts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS: THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;1. love or trust: both.&lt;br /&gt;2. hard liquor or beer: neither.&lt;br /&gt;3. night or day: day.&lt;br /&gt;4. one night stands or relationships: relationships. a SERIOUS one. &lt;br /&gt;5. television or internet: internet.&lt;br /&gt;6. pepsi or coke: pepsi. &lt;br /&gt;7. wild night out or romantic night in: bothhh. &lt;br /&gt;9. phone or in person: person. &lt;br /&gt;10. msn or myspace: msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE Y0U EVER.&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever been caught sneaking out?: no. cos i'm good. &lt;br /&gt;2. have you ever skinny dipped: no. i totally will one day tho. &lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever done something you regret: who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever bungee jumped: no.&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever been on a house boat: no.&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever finished an entire jaw breaker: yes.&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurt: edward. duh! &lt;br /&gt;9. have you ever danced in the rain?: of COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever had a hang over?: yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Callie Michelle &lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: Oct11 1991 &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Singapore &lt;br /&gt;Current Location: ASK ME NEXT YEAR! &lt;i&gt;Queensland,Aussie&lt;/i&gt; babyyyy! &lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: brown &lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'3"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: idk. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: ears &lt;br /&gt;Tatoos: none &lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend/Girlfriend: single &lt;br /&gt;Overused Phraze: idk. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES &lt;br /&gt;Food: pasta.&lt;br /&gt;Candy: popcorn. hahhaaa. its not a candy but whatever &lt;br /&gt;Number: 7 &lt;br /&gt;Color: pale colours... idk. &lt;br /&gt;Animal: dog &lt;br /&gt;Drink: uh. water. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;Alcohol Drink: Veuve Clicquot.  &lt;br /&gt;Bagel: A NORMAL white bagel. &lt;br /&gt;Letter: C [cullen]&lt;br /&gt;Body Part on Opposite sex: eyes//hair &lt;br /&gt;This or That &lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds or BurgerKing: McDonald's &lt;br /&gt;Strawberry or Watermelon: Watermelon &lt;br /&gt;Hot tea or Ice tea: hot tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate &lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate or Coffee: hot chocolate &lt;br /&gt;Kiss or Hug: Hug &lt;br /&gt;Dog or Cat: Dog &lt;br /&gt;Rap or Punk: Punk &lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter: Winter &lt;br /&gt;Scary Movies or Funny Movies: Funny Movies &lt;br /&gt;Love or Money: Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR... &lt;br /&gt;Bedtime: whenever I go to bed &lt;br /&gt;Most Missed Memory: me as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Best phyiscal feature: eyes &lt;br /&gt;First Thought Waking Up: oh no. not againnnn&lt;br /&gt;Goal for this year: to get to go to Queensland NEXT year.&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends: Ryana and Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: guys. HAHHAA. &lt;br /&gt;Fears: too many to counttt&lt;br /&gt;Heritage: chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Longest relationship: none.  &lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU... &lt;br /&gt;Ever Drank: yes &lt;br /&gt;Ever Smoked: no.&lt;br /&gt;Pot: no &lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: haha. not exactlyyyy. high yes. but i've never gotten so plastered.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been beaten up: yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever beaten someone up: yes &lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: no &lt;br /&gt;Ever Skinny Dipped: no &lt;br /&gt;Ever Kissed Opposite sex: yes &lt;br /&gt;Been Dumped Lately: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A GUY/GIRL &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Eye Color: green.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hair Color: blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long: what's your definition of LONG and SHORT? i liked Jester's hair before he cut it. &lt;br /&gt;Height: hahaa. 1825 is my max cos that's jasper's height.&lt;br /&gt;Style: depends on the guy. uhhh no tats. no piercings. good hygiene! hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;Looks or Personality: both. i look at the personality, but before anything happens, i gotta check the looks. hahaa. sounds mean, but that's the complete honest truth. &lt;br /&gt;Hot or Cute: cute. &lt;br /&gt;Drugs and Alcohol: no. &lt;br /&gt;Muscular or Really Skinny: hahaa. not REALLLLLY muscular. just a hint of nice musculature. maybe a little more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RANDOMS &lt;br /&gt;Number of Regrets in the Past: dont remind me.&lt;br /&gt;What country do you want to Visit: new york. &lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: of old age.&lt;br /&gt;Been to the Mall Lately: define recently. not since sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: no. but i love rain.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your Parents: i guess&lt;br /&gt;Health Freak: no &lt;br /&gt;Do you think your Attractive: i think i can be if i try to be. &lt;br /&gt;Believe in Yourself: no.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to College: duh! UQ babyyy/&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;Do you Drink: no &lt;br /&gt;Shower Daily: yes &lt;br /&gt;Been in Love: yes &lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: I do... doesn't mean I'm any good at it &lt;br /&gt;Want to get Married: yes &lt;br /&gt;Do you want Children: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Have your future kids names planned out: hahahaa. they change daily. but they're def. gonna be UNIQUE. [i'll name one Edward of course] &lt;br /&gt;Age you wanna lose your Virginity: i never really thought about it. &lt;br /&gt;Hate anyone: no... but extremely despise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END//&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8411890565877384061?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8411890565877384061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8411890565877384061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8411890565877384061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8411890565877384061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/cals-playlist-outside-looking-in-jordan.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7767189393095134576</id><published>2007-04-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:25:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you. still. don't. get. it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i never ever ever talk to anyone about my blog stuff. &lt;br /&gt;cos no one effing gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT JUST HAVE ONE F-ING GOAL IN LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;and cos of that, i'm not gonna sacrifice another goal for another goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not smart. i'm not talented. &lt;br /&gt;FACE IT. i'm just puh-thetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACE IT. i hate academics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i faced it. &lt;br /&gt;i wish dance was something i could do in life.&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't. i'm not good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i faced it. &lt;br /&gt;i can't stay here. &lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not the kinda person who'll focus on academics and nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be one of those you see in the suntec underpass thing every morning. &lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be one of those standing at the busstop with a blank expression, staring into nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be the girl with glasses and a pile of books taller than mount everest. &lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be the girl who gets all the achievements but never got asked to prom. never had a boyfriend. never managed to feel happy with what she did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't feel happy with my academic results. &lt;br /&gt;face it. even if i got full marks on a test, i'd never ever ever be truly happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ever ever ever knew me, you'd know the happiest i ever ever ever am is when i'm hurting, completely hurting and unable to walk the day after a dance class. &lt;br /&gt;or when i'm totally totally sweaty from choreoing on my own at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos even though i know i'm not good enough, i'm never gonna be good enough, dance isn't something people judge to perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't something your parents would force you to do. &lt;br /&gt;its something i do cos i love the hell out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the worst thing in my life. &lt;br /&gt;cos i wanna do it for life.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't. &lt;br /&gt;cos i don't have the talent. only the passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas in academics, i have neither the passion nor the talent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing pushing pushing and pushing even further is the fact that i love psychology. &lt;br /&gt;the fact that if i wanna do something related to people, i need to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm working the f-  out. but its still not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;then i hate myself and i feel like dying. &lt;br /&gt;cos no one sees how hard i'm working behind the scenes. &lt;br /&gt;you only see the results.&lt;br /&gt;and they aren't good &lt;br /&gt;COS DONT YOU GET IT?! I'M NOT SMART. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THATS WHY I'M DESPERATE. &lt;br /&gt;cos i know i'll do well in aussie. my average marks here WILL go up when i'm there. it has to. &lt;br /&gt;and people there don't always just care about their grades. &lt;br /&gt;if i stay here, i'm gonna be one of the lower ones. &lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not upset about that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset cos people just don't seem to GET IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that michelle is just talentless. &lt;br /&gt;i can write. i can dance. maybe i can study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do anything fantastically well. &lt;br /&gt;which makes me a complete nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP TRYING TO PUSH MY EGO UP. cos it ISNT GOING TO GO UP THERE. &lt;br /&gt;there are some things in life you just have to face.&lt;br /&gt;and these are just some of the things that I have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why i cry like shit every single day? &lt;br /&gt;cos i know that the marks i get aren't based on smarts.&lt;br /&gt;its just bloody no life hard work. &lt;br /&gt;and no one seems to GET that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that my dad just thinks that if it works, i can just do the bloody-whole-life-hard-work through the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT. i WOOOOOOOOOOOONT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its not working.&lt;br /&gt;the bloody no life hard work thing isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;im getting average results. fullstop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while people who study less do better.&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i cried.&lt;br /&gt;thats why everyone had to comfort me with the whole "edward loves you" shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's one thing i'm never gonna face up to. &lt;br /&gt;the fact that edward doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be Jester. and now its Edward.&lt;br /&gt;but people don't get that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the name.&lt;br /&gt;its the imaginary person who sits down with me every single night when i cry, telling me its all gonna be okay. &lt;br /&gt;the person whom i talk to in my head, who ALWAYS talks back. &lt;br /&gt;when i'm scared, frustrated, downright screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just the imaginary person that loves me no matter what, no matter what i look like or what i've done. &lt;br /&gt;and telling me its all going to be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though maybe it isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you know why i'm gonna be a bloody good psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;cos anyone can tell i'm sick in the head already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not acting as though i'm the only one in the world who feels like this.&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i'm not. &lt;br /&gt;i'm just the puhthetic one who can't take it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want my life to be all about academics.&lt;br /&gt;and since the beginning, it always has been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems as though everything's been building up and now i can't take it and i just have to crack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna go on...&lt;br /&gt;i really just don't wanna go on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm expecting too much. and i'm just falling short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no one seems to f-ing understand what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much that i don't want them to understand any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna make it through this year.&lt;br /&gt;and if i dont get australia,&lt;br /&gt;my life is over. &lt;br /&gt;studying the f- out isn't gonna cut it. &lt;br /&gt;cos the second i absorb too much, i crack.&lt;br /&gt;cos something in my head just screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i feel like i somehow HAVE to do well. &lt;br /&gt;i can't let everyone down. &lt;br /&gt;cos my parents think they have such an oh-so-smart daughter. &lt;br /&gt;that even though the son may not be able to do it, the daughter will.&lt;br /&gt;has the potential.&lt;br /&gt;has the smarts&lt;br /&gt;has the talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really really really need to do it for all of that.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;not now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let everyone down, girl.&lt;br /&gt;come on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you CAN do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point. &lt;br /&gt;my dance dream is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point. &lt;br /&gt;i never had the talent anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point. &lt;br /&gt;which is why i quit. and why i don't even do hip hop any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point. &lt;br /&gt;and even though i'm not smart, i'm still trying. trying and trying some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of my CA results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;for english, I HAVE TO TOP.&lt;br /&gt;its the only thing i have to hold on to. &lt;br /&gt;and fuckkkk. i screwed up our english group project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i screwed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to live with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not enough just to get an A1. &lt;br /&gt;i need to top english. &lt;br /&gt;i can't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be top in class.&lt;br /&gt;i can't take another lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to dance onstage again.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let my dreams down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a med degree.&lt;br /&gt;i can't let the psych dream down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to cry. &lt;br /&gt;or else i'd die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do well.&lt;br /&gt;or i can't get a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;or else my parents think i'm not doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to keep going on. &lt;br /&gt;everything's on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its sunday.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's monday.&lt;br /&gt;here we go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*********&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endvent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7767189393095134576?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7767189393095134576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7767189393095134576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7767189393095134576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7767189393095134576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/you.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3981542955385926674</id><published>2007-04-01T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:01:55.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>almost everyone i know is drunk, stoned or downright wasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally screwed alreadyyyy (see previous blogpost). &lt;br /&gt;Mon's upset cos of Bre. (she's being immature. damnnnn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i mean Bre's being immature. not Mon. &lt;3&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jess is soooooo afraid her future husband's gay. lmfao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess is the cutest sis ever. &lt;br /&gt;she's planning my wedding. &lt;br /&gt;i'm planning hers. &lt;br /&gt;she wants to plan my life and house too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her to go right ahead. with empty rooms so they can all stay over. &lt;br /&gt;and she said that i wouldn't want her staying over. cos her and Drew would make too much noise at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sneaking downstairs and raiding the kitchen&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. you DID think something dirty didn't you??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. DMAA. &lt;br /&gt;my little sister's contaminated, she is. ;) &lt;br /&gt;i love youuu anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for RJ quotes.&lt;br /&gt;and i found one. &lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't by a RJ reader.&lt;br /&gt;but a Twilight//NewMoon reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;i should've known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Why I'm Hot- MIMS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone speed it up for me puhleaseeee? &lt;br /&gt;when i say speed up, this time i really mean speed it UPPPP. cos its really slowww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i realised that if u fit two quicker beats in each beat, its actually kinda fine by itself. &lt;br /&gt;lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. i just realised an insane people have changed their names online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading wayyyy back in WUWDS. &lt;br /&gt;and yeah... so so so many people have changed their names online, including me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alot of people have lied about who they are as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*********************&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the odds i can actually join a dance crew in aussie? &lt;br /&gt;what's the odds i can even find a good studio in aussie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm too freaking old. &lt;br /&gt;i WOULDNT be if i actually had a good studio to learn from here. &lt;br /&gt;But SW is NOT cutting it. they teach you the choreo. but they don't teach u the techniques. which suckssss. &lt;br /&gt;and ahhhh-bviously HPC won't cut it. cos when we were there, i was looking at those people who dance there and they weren't that great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i should just tryyyy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they have an actual performing dance crew there, i wouldn't mind. &lt;br /&gt;cos that's my goal to begin with. actually perform with a crew instead of just learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is against me. &lt;br /&gt;fosho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Info&lt;br /&gt;Name: Callie Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames (that i like to be called): Chelle. Cal. &lt;br /&gt;Nicknames (That I hate to be called and will ignore anyone who does call me this): mich. &lt;br /&gt;B'day: 11 October 1991&lt;br /&gt;So that makes me... 16&lt;br /&gt;That also makes me a... Libra&lt;br /&gt;I live... in Singapore. (ask me this next year and it'll be QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA BAYBEE)&lt;br /&gt;My family is made up of.... a hell lot of relatives. plus my bigsis Alynn, my other big sis and her twin (duny&amp;&amp;reem), my little sis Jess. &lt;br /&gt;Pets: none.&lt;br /&gt;BFFs: Fir. Ariel. &lt;br /&gt;BF: None&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Faves at the Moment&lt;br /&gt;Color(s): Green. Purple (DARK purple. not lavender). White. Black. &lt;br /&gt;Food: Anything Italian&lt;br /&gt;Car(s): Aston Martin V12 Vanquish&lt;br /&gt;Animal(s): giraffes&lt;br /&gt;Movie(s):  none. &lt;br /&gt;Song(s):  Headstrong. Ashley Tisdale. &lt;br /&gt;Singers/Bands: Fort Minor; Chris Brown, Ne-Yo. &lt;br /&gt;TV Show(s): none. &lt;br /&gt;Book(s): The Clique Series (i'm weird that way); Twilight Series. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other Stuff&lt;br /&gt;Guilty Pleasures (No Dirty thoughts Please): ... haahaa. &lt;br /&gt;It surprises people.... &lt;b&gt;how i can be a right bitch when i want to. cos apparently i look harmless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when people think I'm.... &lt;b&gt;actually a person who's great to hang out with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people think I'm....... &lt;b&gt;a slutttt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm feeling.... Screwed.&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a guy about me they'd say.... &lt;b&gt;why don't you ask a guy and then tell me what he says??? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a Girl about me she'd say... &lt;b&gt;I LOVE HERRR&lt;/b&gt; lollll. &lt;br /&gt;If you asked my Mom or Dad about me they'd say...... idkkkk. &lt;br /&gt;If you asked my Friends about me they'd say...... idk2.&lt;br /&gt;It Surprises me..... How little people know about me. &lt;br /&gt;In a few years I should.... Be in uni in Aussie, have a boyfriend whom i uhdore (and who uhdores me of course)... hopefully dancing with a crew. yep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Love Being&lt;br /&gt;the person i want to be. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Hate Being&lt;br /&gt;the academic monotonous girl with no life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Final Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life keeps screwing me. &lt;br /&gt;thus i'm not a virgin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that quote was from some chick who thought she was effing funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;***********&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may wonder WHY OH WHY is Cal sooooooo upset about the whole academic oriented thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i see some of my classmates whose lives only consist of school, academics, cca, homework, tests. &lt;br /&gt;they don't miss anything, cos that's all they've known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, this is ME. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm not that kinda person. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not the kinda girl who can sit down at a desk and study and study and study and not do anything else. GCSEs or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more you keep lecturing and pushing the more you're making me even more sure its not a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;its not a good thing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be you. &lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'm not cut out to be a fabulously sucessful person. &lt;br /&gt;so maybe i'm not gonna be filthy rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i screwed my life up with this whole academic situation. cos i can't take it any more. i can't take the pressure, the stress...&lt;br /&gt;and worse, looking around me and seeing everyone going through life in such a robotic state. work hard. get a job. earn money. have children. die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your children do the EXACT SAME THING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in singapore, how many kids have it different? &lt;br /&gt;besides me, HOW many people have u heard questioning anything??? &lt;br /&gt;almost none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos they don't question. they're taught from such a young age not to question. &lt;br /&gt;i see the little kids on the bus. in the lifts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever think to ask why?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism. &lt;br /&gt;i seem to be the only asian(chinese) who actually has faced it. had people discriminate against me.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks. but on the other hand, i LOVE it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound really weirded out and i really don't know how to explain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in this society, where people only care about academics, it means a LOOOOT to me that i still am actually bothered by these things. &lt;br /&gt;it shows i'm still human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many chinese kids here can actually say they got a hard time for being chinese? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my proudest happiest mark: i have more friends overseas than in asia. &lt;br /&gt;i love that. for some sick weird reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;michelle*callie     the prom dream... says:&lt;br /&gt;so many people just think that's all there is to life&lt;br /&gt;michelle*callie     the prom dream... says:&lt;br /&gt;it seriously seriously freaks me out &lt;br /&gt;--celine.            onmyknees says:&lt;br /&gt;i get what you mean&lt;br /&gt;--celine.            onmyknees says:&lt;br /&gt;it freaks me out as well&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one here bothers about ANYTHING except academics. cos they think there isn't anything else to bother about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my dad's brainwashed, and he's not even FROM here. &lt;br /&gt;he doesn't even think of anything else when it comes to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how effing screwed up it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all the shit i get that's not related to academics. &lt;br /&gt;all the screwed up bits, cos it shows that i still CAN care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people, when u tell them stuff, they consider it for a while and throw it aside. only grades matter. &lt;br /&gt;and its working on me. that's why i'm so freaking upset. I DONT WANT MY LIFE TO BE JUST ABOUT THAT. &lt;br /&gt;and that's why i wanna go to aussie. its another huge reason why. &lt;br /&gt;cos people there don't think that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i can't honestly say i have a 100% BFF my age. cos no one here cares about friendship that deeply, or ANYTHING else for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;nothing else matters huh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seriously freaked me out too, when i walk along the city hall underpass near suntec in the morning. TOTAL SILENCE except for high heels and shoes. no one is talking. everyone looks straight ahead, walking... walking... in the same lines. no one cuts each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw that during the music marathon days last year. &lt;br /&gt;and i can seriously say i really had the sudden urge to cry.  &lt;br /&gt;how can people live like that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that isn't LIVING. &lt;br /&gt;it reminded me so much of all those robot things you see in movies. and it freaked me out so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i still believe that if people push me to study til no end, i'm gonna become just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's one thing i'm never going to stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm michelle. i'm a PERSON. i have the right to remain that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone here even have opinions on anything at all? &lt;br /&gt;can i ask any kid in my class if they know what the columbine shootings were? &lt;br /&gt;does anyone know anything that's NOT in the textbook???&lt;br /&gt;*desperately* does anyone even CARE?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i asked you about the whole President Bush crap, would YOU have a stand??? &lt;br /&gt;would you have a stand for or against ANYTHING? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you for or against...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;abortion;; against&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gay marriage;; i am not against or for it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;increasing the driving age to 18;; for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;decreasing the drinking age to 18;; for. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;having to spend at least a few years in the army/military before running for president;; FOR. fosho. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;closing the borders (america);; against. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;illegal immigrants getting drivers' liscences;; against&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the death penalty;; against&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a woman being blamed for rape because of her clothes/promiscuous behavior;; against/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;someone underaged being charged as an adult for a federal crime;; if the kid's above sixteen, i'm FOR.   &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to spend my year screwing my life just glued to the desk. &lt;br /&gt;that's not how God wanted life to be like i'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not you. &lt;br /&gt;and i can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i f-ing can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S See what i mean by the fact that i only ever started using profanity when i got so screwed with the whole academic thing???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3981542955385926674?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3981542955385926674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3981542955385926674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3981542955385926674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3981542955385926674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/almost-everyone-i-know-is-drunk-stoned.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4903104007497897589</id><published>2007-04-01T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:53:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading DMWU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot who i am!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes, people can kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm Sugar. like the AC song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar being already in the kitchen making breakfast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yay. i can cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just reading ideas and pieces on WUWDS. &lt;br /&gt;jamanda's doing sth on the Columbine&amp;&amp;school shootings, which i think is fascinating yet slightly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a miserable mood.&lt;br /&gt;i vented on wuwds anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to mon&amp;jess now. &lt;br /&gt;i actually typed Bella... cos uh. that's Mon's nickname. she's heard of twilight but has never read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;вεllα ( L )            upset. says:&lt;br /&gt;robs the only one.&lt;br /&gt;вεllα ( L )            upset. says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he isnt answering his phone. hes with a girl.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just sounded wrong in that context. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking out cos i've got such effing pretty friendssssss.&lt;br /&gt;i'm never ever ever gonna get a boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;cos i'll never ever ever be as pretty as all of em. &lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect looks, perfect boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;yes. some people are just that lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yes, i'm comparing myself to her. &lt;br /&gt;and i am AHBBBBVIOUSLY on the losing end!&lt;br /&gt;she's naturally GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;i'm... not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Querida - The Lost City says:&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE CAN DANCE HUH&lt;br /&gt;michelle*callie     the prom dream... says:&lt;br /&gt;SHE CAN TOO&lt;br /&gt;michelle*callie     the prom dream... says:&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;michelle*callie     the prom dream... says:&lt;br /&gt;she can do everythinggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;Querida - The Lost City says:&lt;br /&gt;someone's really smart too  &lt;br /&gt;michelle*callie     the prom dream... says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. she writes better than me hun... )):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seewhatimean?? &lt;br /&gt;i dance. she dances better. &lt;br /&gt;i write. she writes better too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's effing nice. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm effing jealousssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. &lt;br /&gt;c'est la vie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a tres bad mood. NO, not cos of that. but just cos life's a freaking bitch to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously loooove dance. its the world to me. its not sth i wanna do, but i wish wish wish that i could actually perform a hip hop routine in an actual performance thing. &lt;br /&gt;cos hip hop means more to me than ballet and stuff right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not even big in SG. i can't even find a proper studio, let alone find somewhere to perform with. &lt;br /&gt;and everything i learnt abt hip hop, i totally learnt by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emin//phau think i'm good. but i think that i'm NOT good enough. &lt;br /&gt;and i seriously have only a limited amount of years if i wanna actually get good enough and perform as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means a f-ing lot to me, and i was crying like a bitch justnow cos i know its probably never ever gonna come true for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, people remind me of all the stuff i wanna do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not smart. i'm not talented in dance. i'm not pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i belong ANYWHERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, i SWEARRRRR to god i'm so gonna represent in aussie. &lt;br /&gt;cos i swear i need to find my space somewhere. where i can do stuff i want. balance out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a dance studio. &lt;br /&gt;i can't find a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even have a life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends all have their problems. &lt;br /&gt;and some don't have any at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm effing jealous of everyone who has everything that i want so bad out of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a lot out of life. &lt;br /&gt;and i just don't have enough time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to better my hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too effing old. (can u believe sixteen is old to me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to prom. &lt;br /&gt;i'm boycotting cambridge dinner cos its so not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get my As. &lt;br /&gt;but i think its time to stop kidding myself. i'm not smart. i can't take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't deal with having absolutely no life. &lt;br /&gt;i can't deal staying here, cooped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't deal with my life revolving JDNIAFIJWBGHJL  around academics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't deal with all the shit that people give me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't deal with life itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's being a f-ing bitch to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to stop being such a pathetic loserrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.do.not.have.an.inferiority.complex. &lt;br /&gt;i just have a mental disorder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a bitch. i just play along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all these hardcore people who use profanity like everyday words and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;i realise i only started using profanity NOW. when life started screwing on me. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want my life to be such an academic screwed one sided robotical monotonous thing. &lt;br /&gt;and it sometimes comes to the level where i wanna scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cracking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4903104007497897589?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4903104007497897589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4903104007497897589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4903104007497897589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4903104007497897589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/04/gahhhhhhh-im-reading-dmwu-and-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4597465923132203624</id><published>2007-03-31T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:59:29.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ksg;jaena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so invisible this year, it just isn't trueeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-mazingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp on WUWDSssssss. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've been on there for what- three years and counting??? &lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't even this invisible in the first year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. nuff' drama... &lt;br /&gt;fine. i'm not invisible per se. &lt;br /&gt;uh-mazingly, a lot more people actually know me starting this year. &lt;br /&gt;and uh-mazingly, i've been on wuwds less often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahbbbviously i'm doing something right... or is it wrong??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;went librarying with jieeee. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;she claims she's psychic. &lt;br /&gt;and i SUCKKKKED today. i seriously did. i dunno why i can't do Metals and Rate of Reactions. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had taco... bought a burger... came home. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;talking to duny now... &lt;br /&gt;i seriously miss everyoneee. haven't talked to everyone in agessss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yes. it IS just for my sanity. but isn't that bad???&lt;br /&gt;heck. i couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;i know these hardcore dancers who are just... what you imagine typical hardcore dancers to be. piercings, tats... the whole huge tee thing... vulgarities... yes, that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scaryyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;jaran has the SWEETEST boyfriend EVER. &lt;br /&gt;oh man, enough. i'm getting sooooooooo ndsfgjnag jealous. &lt;br /&gt;but he's seriously too good to be true. the closest you'd probably get to an Edward in your lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still know i want my first kiss ever ever ever to be in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;and NOT at night. &lt;br /&gt;cos i'm scared of the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THIS is why you don't find boyfriend-worthy guys in SG. &lt;br /&gt;wheeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hate the whole beng-talk thing.&lt;br /&gt;in the library, there were this group of girls. and one guy. and the guy was ahhhbviously talking. i SHUDDERED. seriouslyyyy. why oh why oh why can't singaporeans speak proper english and not leave words out?! &lt;br /&gt;ugh gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've made a pact to stamp out the improper english by april//may. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIST OF WORDS NOT TO SAY&lt;br /&gt;- like&lt;br /&gt;- uh&lt;br /&gt;- lor&lt;br /&gt;- that//then (excessively of course)&lt;br /&gt;- la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i've got the Dior Addict 2 lipstick! that takes my lipcollection up one more. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;BABYGIRL. &lt;br /&gt;callie.eeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4597465923132203624?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4597465923132203624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4597465923132203624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4597465923132203624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4597465923132203624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/ksgjaena.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7058440684402623580</id><published>2007-03-31T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T18:34:36.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursdayyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point. &lt;br /&gt;Devi baby, your green striped guy is in his midtwenties. &amp;&amp;why don't u just use his name??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point. &lt;br /&gt;i miss dance soooo bad. NOT ballet. i mean hip hop. i really really really need a good dance studio. (SW not cutting it. moving on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point.&lt;br /&gt;we're all kicking our improper english habits. have fun poking each other when they mess up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been practicing on my choreo and dance stuff even @ home lately... so i currently suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point.&lt;br /&gt;i'm into the clique series now... mainly cos they're all so pretty and glamorous and just really rich. ahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;i realise now that seriouslyyyy, i'm jealous of people with&lt;br /&gt;[X] nice complexion&lt;br /&gt;[X] nice hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's actually it basically! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact is that i probably wouldn't have a self esteem problem at ALL if i just didn't have those two unflawless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surrounded by preetaeeeee people. &lt;br /&gt;i guess people think other people are pretty etcetc cos' people look for certain things in others. &lt;br /&gt;Basically, if anyone has nice hair and nice skin, i think they're pretty already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if YOU think i'm pretty, WHY?! &lt;br /&gt;i have big eyes. but pales in comparison with linyi's. so i really have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;i so cannOOOOT see my lil sis with chris now. &lt;br /&gt;he is such a pimp, it just isn't real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i have disappeared off the face of wuwds earth, its UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7058440684402623580?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7058440684402623580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7058440684402623580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7058440684402623580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7058440684402623580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursdayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-61358284769005720</id><published>2007-03-27T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:52:11.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh i've been totally neglecting my blogggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNND wuwds. i'm such a loser. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the time after guzheng texting Duny cos i havent talked to her in foreverrrrr and a half. &lt;br /&gt;AND jessica!!!! &lt;br /&gt;and reem. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm printing out mindmaps for geog now. ... =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, updates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**academics**&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh. geog's in good shape. i'm librarying tomorrow and thurs and friday. and saturday with jie. &lt;br /&gt;am gonna do a comprehensive revision of chem this weekend, and the next few chapters of amath tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework isn't that bad. our group finished our eng presentation. i shan't elaborate, but i got really really mad at one point. kat knows. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate group work. cos you get marks off even if YOU don't screw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**life**&lt;br /&gt;no friendship problems are gonna bother me. &lt;br /&gt;obviously there's gossip galore, as it is in every school with girls. cos every single girl has a little part in the back of their brains labelled BITCH. &lt;br /&gt;don't deny it. you know its there. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profanities seem to flow freely out of my mouth now, its SHOCKING seriouslyyy. yes, even i'm shocked. and its me. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's ME. i never ever ever use profanities. &lt;br /&gt;its been happening like recently... what with all the shit i seem to be getting in life and work and stupid friendship problems (which i'm washing my hands off, thankyouverymuch). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**d-dance**&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i finally got the cool move i've been trying to learn. it doesn't look cool on ME yet, but it will. =D &lt;br /&gt;i get the moonwalking TECHNIQUE, i still can't pull it off. practice practice practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**music**&lt;br /&gt;i'm into Money Maker now. hahahaa. idk why. am totally gonna try choreoing to it. &lt;br /&gt;Ludacris&amp;&amp;Pharrell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didcha know that I Wanna Love You (akon) has a different version??? where 'love' is replaced with another four letter word that basically means the same thing as breaking the black jelly bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;i realised when i was looking for dance inspiration on youtube. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the Stomp the Yard soundtrack now. the beats aren't baaaad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**fics**&lt;br /&gt;i seriously find the idea of You Break It, You Buy It. or whatever it is. &lt;br /&gt;its the story of the jelly bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;i can't exactly remember all the colours right nowwww. &lt;br /&gt;but yellow's holding hands i think&lt;br /&gt;and purple's a hug? or a kiss...&lt;br /&gt;red's a kiss... or something...&lt;br /&gt;blue... hahahaa. blowjob. -.- &lt;br /&gt;black... all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quotes are freaking cute. "somethingsomething before i turn gay" &lt;br /&gt;relax, its nothing dirrty. i just find the concept so intriguing. like, WHO started this? &lt;br /&gt;i mean, i've heard of it duh. but we don't have any colours except black here. (what does that say about singaporeans, i wonder?) &lt;br /&gt;and yes, i've broke one before. (obviously black, cos like i said, its the only colour here) But me and my friend just looked at each other and shrugged it off. -.- i was twelve then i think. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WDYKH//DMWU. waiting waiting waiting some more. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**friendsss*&lt;br /&gt;we're all into disney soundtracks nowwww. so cool. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;we were all singing the different songs from little mermaid&amp;&amp;aladdin&amp;&amp; whatever whateverrrr. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris is reading twilight. jiayan is reading it next.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm NOT pointing out names here, but i do have someone in mind when i say this: reading is cool, but don't read for the wrong reasons. &lt;br /&gt;don't read a book just cos everyone's reading it and you wanna be "in". &lt;br /&gt;don't read it just cos you just wanna know what everyone's talking about when they're discussing stuff and you don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;don't read a book just cos' you wanna be able to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;don't read it just to show that you've read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books are EVERYTHINGGG to me. seriously. and to know that someone's just probably reading one of my favouriteeee books for one of the above reasons just makes me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i remember when i DIDNT wanna read the book, even though everyone else was into it. cos i didn't think it sounded that great.&lt;br /&gt;cos i remember when i wanted to read the book. it was cos the snippet i read was so heartbreaking and made me cry. And when i teared, i was soldddd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, there needs to be a reason behind why you read. just as there needs to be a reason why you're supporting some superstar and the reason why you dance or watch a movie... &lt;br /&gt;and don't let those reasons be the wrong ones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athalie already knows what/who/which thing i'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;and its kind of obvious which book i'm referring to too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos seriously, i was reaaaally disgusted when i sussed the entire thing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy kristle likes the book. &lt;3333 &lt;br /&gt;joey was hooked when she read it. hahahaa. i can't remember why she did, but i think i kinda forced it on her. lmao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am perfectly aware that i can't tell people what they should do etcetcetc. &lt;br /&gt;its just my vent post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know she won't read it. it's purely a vent. &lt;br /&gt;and if i didn't post it here, i'd have posted it on wuwds and people would've read it anyway. -.- less people read my blog than wuwds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My quote of the day: And this is why we can't be friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how to explain this... but honestly, friendship isn't some "agreed" thing. &lt;br /&gt;its not like "HEY, LETS BE FRIENDS." &lt;br /&gt;friendship must be earned. maintained... worked on... built on trust and a mutual understanding and common interests or values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;a BGR is just that. with benefits. (i sound like a ff prologue. -.-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes think people get the wrong idea of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;i sometimes think people don't know why it means so much to me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;butbut, i looove my friends. duny;jess;jie;linyi;ariel;FIRY!;kat;devi;liling etcetcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could define a friend, it'd be someone whom you know has your back in any situation, and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its strange sometimes, how you can be friends with someone for years and yet not feel that mutual trust, but you can know someone for a few weeks and already feel that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's my point. friendship isn't a cold treaty slash agreement. its a bond. and it's different for everyone. that's why some people are closer than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's ALSO why i'm not getting a boyfriend unless he gives me his tan leather jacket. HAHHAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i love my edward. &lt;br /&gt;no, you can't have him. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i realise i do like the name Sabina. =D as in, alex rider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-61358284769005720?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/61358284769005720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=61358284769005720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/61358284769005720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/61358284769005720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahhh-ive-been-totally-neglecting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5735755807493106769</id><published>2007-03-26T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:09:53.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahha. &lt;br /&gt;jester looks cute. lil white kid dancingggg.&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrongggg i don't have anything against it. i've got friends who get discriminated against in dance cos they're whiteeeee. &lt;br /&gt;hey, i get shit sometimes for doing their style of hip hop. but 'snot my fault i haaate the asian style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean look at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/72IT-V6kcBs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/72IT-V6kcBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give the girl a POLE. don't get me wrong, she's got the skill. i just hate the style. Asian hip hop for GIRLS especially just have that mentality that sex sells. they've got a kid out there who looks more at home in a bar. i don't have anything against them step wise. they're just kids after all. but the style is kinda... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGIoTQz2euo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGIoTQz2euo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. this is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;i'm choreoed to this song before. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELW7RYsPs3Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELW7RYsPs3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. hahhaa. that is so sick. the beginning. &lt;3 hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;I HAAATE the song choice. cos i hate Cassie i guess. hahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYfvlrcFPpw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYfvlrcFPpw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJgnBNkYN8s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJgnBNkYN8s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i like the first song they used. it was in bring it on 3 too. &lt;br /&gt;the choreo was... just that--&gt; dots. they weren't that on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i WANT THE SONG. hinthint. winkwink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GAdM3ohP74"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GAdM3ohP74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i asked van to speed the song up for me. its freaking slow. &lt;br /&gt;the choreo was... whaaaat???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5735755807493106769?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5735755807493106769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5735755807493106769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5735755807493106769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5735755807493106769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7912538734918926837</id><published>2007-03-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:32:04.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***&lt;br /&gt;i watched Genius today. i totally fell in love with the guy in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that the DCOM was filmed in like 1999 or something. &lt;br /&gt;the real actor's older than jmac. &lt;br /&gt;1986. (he's 21 this year) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND guess where he's from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicago Illinois&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the child actors. he was in BARNEY. hhahahaa. so cute. and ER. and The Sixth Sense. &lt;br /&gt;and... JURASSIC PARK 3?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh. he's from Chicago, and he lives in CALI now. &lt;br /&gt;some people have all the luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[about a superpower he would want to have] "X-ray vision. I don't think I need to elaborate on that one, if you know what I mean."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. DAMN! hormones. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[referring to a chore chart on the family's refrigerator] "I'm still a normal teenager. See, I have to clean up after the dog!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sdgjansogbgb. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Morgan. damn. i can't believe he's twenty oneeeee. all the cute guys are all so oldddd. &lt;br /&gt;but he was ADORABLE in Genius. RAWRRRR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's friends with MIKA BOOREM. &lt;br /&gt;she played whatshername in Sleepover. [kat, the one whose clothes i ADORED. hahahaa.]&lt;br /&gt;and she's TWENTY this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. i love myself. give me ten minutes and i got so much info on my new cutie already. &lt;3333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a link to jmac. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh he's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;HEYHEYHEY. newsflash, i'm in love with his thirteen year old self in Genius. he does NOT. repeat NOT look cute now. in fact, the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy Rossum. She played Claire in Genius. and CHRISTINE in Opera.&lt;br /&gt;AND YES YES YES I KNEW I REMEMBERED HER FROM SOMEWHERE. she played that girl in Poseidon.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAHAHAHA SHE WAS IN LAW AND ORDER. so was jmac, fyi. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine fine i'm going offline. i'm supposed to study. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi has no life. &lt;br /&gt;but yeah, c'est la vie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda contradicting, seeing as i just said i don't have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a life that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7912538734918926837?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7912538734918926837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7912538734918926837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7912538734918926837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7912538734918926837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-watched-genius-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4575863309866988845</id><published>2007-03-24T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:43:09.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaaa okay. the test was about what you'd do in this relationship situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jie said she'd totally dump both guys and raise her kid herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i'd stay with the one who bore the kid, cos i don't want the kid to grow up in a screwed family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i'm "tolerant and reserved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u mean i'm intro.??? (introverted) &lt;br /&gt;i'm not! hahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4575863309866988845?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4575863309866988845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4575863309866988845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4575863309866988845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4575863309866988845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahaaa-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4503702474065974603</id><published>2007-03-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:36:27.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took this personality test thing jie gave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type B: Tolerant and reserved&lt;br /&gt;These people tend to be very emotional and often use their emotions to judge the things around them. They are submissive people and are often uncontented with their life. Somehow, these people tend to be very unhappy and gloomy. They are normally born into a well-off (enough) family and are being sheltered from many setbacks etc. These type of people tend to mature slower than others in thinking and often needs the people around them to encourage them before they dare to take the first step. However, these people are highly expressive and imaginative and get along well with others. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda correct. hahahaa. i'm very emo, i know. hahahaa. submissive?! MOI?! hahahaa. i wouldn't have antagonized so many people in life if i was submissive.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasnt born into a well off family! my parents were poor yaknowwwww. &lt;br /&gt;sheltered yes. Imaginative TOTALLY. expressive YEPPPP. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4503702474065974603?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4503702474065974603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4503702474065974603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4503702474065974603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4503702474065974603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-took-this-personality-test-thing-jie.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3958070474234986528</id><published>2007-03-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:32:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lallaa. &lt;br /&gt;discussing cosmetics with katttt. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;HEY. ONE DAY WE SHALL GO TO SEPHORA TOGETHER. &lt;br /&gt;I lovelovelove Stila products. Lets go to Paragon and buy stuff too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, when we strike lottery. &lt;br /&gt;don't forget you're inviting me to your prom. winkwink. even if you have a cute aussie boyfriend. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for nice songs for my hp ringtones. &lt;br /&gt;YES. NEWSFLASH. MICHELLE HAS FINALLY GOTTEN SICK OF FORT MINOR. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;seeing as i DO listen to petrified&amp;&amp;remember the name EVERY SINGLE DAY trying to choreograph to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES YES YES. i'm NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;i have been offered Dance Floor tickets every single week and without fail, i always turn them down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nuts, yes. yes yes.... &lt;br /&gt;when Platinum gets out, i WILL go watch. winkwink. they are so PCDish it makes me shudderrrrrr. i am totally 100% against booty shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;am talking to jieeee so i shall blog about herrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOVE YOUUUU. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;i can see you shrinking away from your computer screen and shaking your head saying, "NOT ANOTHER XIOA HUI!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is so so so sweeeeet. sometimes she's so so so cynical, but she's my bigsis and i love her. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;he HAS to know you like him. YOU have his name written ON YOUR MSN NICKNAME!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. moi very very own BFF has gotten over frankie&amp;&amp;chrissy baby.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i miss all our random conversationsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. he reminds me of....&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, whats his name...&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the guy he reminded me of.&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;a cross between clay aiken and... &lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;✯ SzManDa ✯ :: Mi Vida... Who wants mi am0r? :: says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;✯ SzManDa ✯ :: Mi Vida... Who wants mi am0r? :: says:&lt;br /&gt;clay aiken?!&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh... WHAT IS HIS NAME?!?!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaaa. it was ewan mcgregor. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're doing the words and meanings to moulin rogue now.&lt;br /&gt;and discussing brad pitt lookalikes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zT14BdPmbqs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zT14BdPmbqs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS VIDEO.&lt;br /&gt;mainly cos i love chris brownnnnn. &lt;br /&gt;and he's only a LITTLE older than meeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;yeahright. he'd never ever ever pick me.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda a longer shot than me and edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really crazy about the songggggg. but the lyrics are really nice. i like the storyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so so so a pop//lock person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;went to my bro's sports night yest and there was 'edward' everywhere lol&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it was one of their houses haha&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;i SOOOO need new jackets!!!&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;all my current ones are&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.,&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;Ur bro is in catholic issit?&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;needa get rid of em&lt;br /&gt;|VAN|essa                ;  virtual insanity is what we're living in says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW ITTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;callie;;michelle           edward&amp;&amp;jasper.LOVE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. cos me, kat and emin saw this guy at Macs wearing their house shirt with EDWARD on it.We kinda all SQUEALED like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and kept going to see until we figured out that it was Catholic. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i shall go search for chris brown liveeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wA1JicZsFY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wA1JicZsFY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looove juelez santana. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;chris brown CAAAAAN sing live. woot. i like him more now.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am aware he's using a backing track, but he did sing the verses live. and it isn't like secretively or anything, so i'm fineeeee withit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3958070474234986528?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3958070474234986528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3958070474234986528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3958070474234986528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3958070474234986528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/lallaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4000539417373457701</id><published>2007-03-24T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:10:31.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stomp the Yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched it today. surprisingly good, although the reviews were sucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like the beginning. the takes were sooooo short and its kinda hard to see their moves. yep. &lt;br /&gt;i loooove krumping. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like stepping. &lt;br /&gt;the same reason why DJ doesn't (didn't?). cos its just moves... i find it kinda soul-less. but that's just me. i mean, you let go when you dance... that's what its all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they did that cute twisty move in the movieeee. the one i keep trying to learn but can't. i tried it again when i got home, and surprisingly i THINKKKK i got like half of it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;something is totally stinging my nose. a smell that is. after the Veet thing, i keep smelling SOMETHING that makes my nose hurttttt. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;and i did EVERYTHING to mask the smell. My room smells of aromatherapy oils, I smell of citrus and strawberry (body butter. haha. to get rid of the Veet smell.) but my nose still hurtssss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;citrus and strawberryyyy. contrast! &lt;3 i mixed them both. i like the colours. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the smell of my new lip balm. yay. &lt;br /&gt;lip stuff totally rocks. &lt;br /&gt;that takes me up to four lip balms, two glosses, one lipstick and one glaze. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;... i think. &lt;br /&gt;and one mascara, one bottle of body glitter, one plastic ...thing...? of eyeshadow and uhm... some other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it totally shows that i love anything that goes on my lips the most. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SMELLS! i loooooove my Dior perfume. but i hardly use it now cos i'm so so so afraid its gonna run out. lalalaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;lin' keeps telling me that there's no use having it if i don't use it. &lt;br /&gt;but another bottle costs SIXTY BUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about sixty bucks, that's the price of my new "i-want-!-!-!" jacket. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm feeling materialistic today. ;) &lt;br /&gt;and i preordered two copies of HPDH! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4000539417373457701?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4000539417373457701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4000539417373457701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4000539417373457701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4000539417373457701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/stomp-yard.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-2908417998534712027</id><published>2007-03-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:16:24.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;“Alright Jasper, I’ll take that.” I took the corsage from his hands, and checked the tuxedo over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alice said they’d be here soon. Just don’t peek.” Jasper sat down in a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t tell me you didn’t peek.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually I didn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper shrugged. “I figured it was worth the wait.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. “Then I won’t peek.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this. is. SOOOOOO. sweet. &lt;br /&gt;jasper i mean. &lt;br /&gt;thaaaat's my jasper. wheeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-2908417998534712027?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/2908417998534712027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=2908417998534712027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2908417998534712027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/2908417998534712027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/alright-jasper-ill-take-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8705787873950147350</id><published>2007-03-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:05:03.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna see if i can study with alynn @ the library tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;after math-ing in the morning. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a saturday... but i'll ask anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i feel really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i realised today how completely focused i was on friendship problems with people whom i don't exactly like thatmuch anyway... that i totally didn't keep up with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hit me when i was at the library, how me and alynn never actually had our long sms conversations for a really long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really long time defined as no where after CNY. &lt;br /&gt;i remember how we'd sms every night. about homework and problems and stuff. of the nine of us, i'm definitely the closest to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. i'll sponsor you lunch... =D when i bring packed lunches, i'll bring a portion for you. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i focusing on other things instead of on the people who have been there for me since forever??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i never realised until now. the girl in the JYSK vid is freakinggggg gorgeoussssssss. &lt;br /&gt;she has REALLY NICE JACKETS. &lt;br /&gt;and really nice hair. and really nice EYESSSSSSSSSSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for queensland. not only is it my dreaaaaaam but i'll have nicer hair. singapore humidity kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG and when she was sleeping and she put her head on his shoulder and he's like listening to his iPod... THAT WAS SOOOOOO EDWARD. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, he kinda tried looking away and everything, as though he was fighting some irresistable lust. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ending of the jsykkiss vid is SOOOO TACKY. it doesn't even FIT. i mean, WHY do they kiss?!?!?! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;KCAs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote for Emma Roberts for favourite movie actressssss! &lt;br /&gt;she's pretty, and i love her style. she's so successful and she's flat. just like me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i love jesse's room in RWYWM. but its really not my styl. =D &lt;br /&gt;emin asked if i got to choose my own bedsheets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do. but i don't normally. my mum knows i love wild funky prints. my bedshieets are orange and pink, white, blue... big big big prints. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i'm after a jacket. and i'm waiting for a sale. &lt;br /&gt;its SIXTY BUCKS. can u beLIEEEEEEEEVE IT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackets are my absolute FAVOURITE clothing ever. Jackets and tank tops. mainly cos i alwayssssss am seen with one. even if i'm not that cold. &lt;br /&gt;it just makes you feel secure somehow, when you have a jacket around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnnn. i've been SO OUT OF THE SCENE LATELY. &lt;br /&gt;didcha know KCASS was in COSMO GIRL? and i didn't buy it, let alone know she was on it???? &lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm that pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyone can shine. anyone can Be Fabulous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, CALLIE IS THE REAL MRS EDWARD CULLEN. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha this goes out to lizzie specially. winkwink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Do not worry about it, I have everything covered.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward will never ever ever use "do not" in that sentence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously trying to get the hang of edward's personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;br /&gt;i realise how focused I myself am on my looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;callie.      anyone can shine. anyone can Be Fabulous.         moet&amp;&amp;chandon says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. i'll bring little things for u to eat la. pasta, fried rice... u say u love aunty joy's cooking, and i bring lunches to school too.&lt;br /&gt;Alynn; Let go, Let God/     Projects &amp; tests &amp; SYF &amp; sports day &amp; mid year exams &gt;| 31 days to SYF says:&lt;br /&gt;lol dont want! really very mean &lt;br /&gt;callie.      anyone can shine. anyone can Be Fabulous.         moet&amp;&amp;chandon says:&lt;br /&gt;you probably left it in school somewhereeeeee. i'll look with u on monday, or u can check if ur going back tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Alynn; Let go, Let God/     Projects &amp; tests &amp; SYF &amp; sports day &amp; mid year exams &gt;| 31 days to SYF says:&lt;br /&gt;even though i do like her cooking&lt;br /&gt;Alynn; Let go, Let God/     Projects &amp; tests &amp; SYF &amp; sports day &amp; mid year exams &gt;| 31 days to SYF says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. winkwink. &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i only heard about the entire 'thing' todayyyyy. &gt;.&lt; i've so been neglecting people. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Edward what-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered her mouth with my fingers. “Shh. You asked, and I’m answering.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; OH MY GOSH this part is so cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It tore me up to see her cry. It was easier to help when she had sprained an ankle or bumped her head, because I could actually do something. But with nightmares, I could only try and calm her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; AWWWWWW. this. is. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For what seemed like years we laid there. Edward seemed to like being held. I never realized that maybe, Edward needed me to do things like that once in awhile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is sooooooo heartstring pulling. hahahaa. i made that word up. &lt;br /&gt;and its true! i've always felt that edward initiated everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8705787873950147350?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8705787873950147350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8705787873950147350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8705787873950147350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8705787873950147350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/gonna-see-if-i-can-study-with-alynn.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-7142413057656398848</id><published>2007-03-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:22:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHNESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing geog this week. seeing as i did Chem last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm focusing on sec3 topics basically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do a/e math five hours a week. &lt;br /&gt;one hour more on odd weeks and one hour forty minutes on even weeks if you count the focus group. &lt;br /&gt;plus the owntime spent learning the stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tres frustrated with a/e math though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;geogggg. i finished rivers. population. i just started agriculture and i finished plate tectonics. i'm gonna finish earthquakes and volcanoes tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;oooh. i finished natural vegetation too. shall finish climate as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i'm gonna finish sec3 geog this week hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then physics next week, or whenever we get back our physics file. *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;librarying tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;i shall totally finish the geog notes at the library. &lt;br /&gt;plus i'll get a start on my vectors preparation. &lt;br /&gt;i'll finish all my english assignments then too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. amath. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i realise i keep blogging all academics. oh boyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Jmac Side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, the KCAs are open for voting. &lt;br /&gt;you can vote for jmac, you can DONT vote for him. &lt;br /&gt;he'll win anyway, so whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like all the nominees this year. &lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown. Jmac. Sean Paul. Justin TImberlake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, jmac's the odd one out. his songs are the only ones i don't ever dance to. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the extended JSYK is kinda crappy. &lt;br /&gt;i love the video. &lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't match the lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my intepretation of the JSYK lyrics, check out my new songfic: Unrequited Love. coming soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my FIRST attempt at a songfic actually.&lt;br /&gt;and DUHHHHH its not a jmac fic. &lt;br /&gt;i realise: i have not written any DS fanfics since last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT/NEWMOON/ECLIPSE/MIDNIGHT SUN side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh blehhhhs. &lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered to search up the Midnight Sun thing. &lt;br /&gt;the stupid forum is pages long. &lt;br /&gt;which is why i know i will never ever ever be a prominent person on the lex. not like wuwds. &lt;br /&gt;cos its just too large and i HAAAATE large forums where there are changes every ten seconds. &lt;br /&gt;your threads are lost in an hour, and you just can't keep up with the people cos there are just sooooo many. &lt;br /&gt;i talk to people from the lex online, but i have no idea who they are on the lex. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nuts arent i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i am super confused with the stupid english proj.&lt;br /&gt;what are the pictures for????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i get it now. -.- lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, no one better start going on about how the ppt slash video sucks. stfu. stop criticizing what you didn't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my A1 in english is gone already, so seriously everybody pleasssse stfu. i'm in a super bad mood. &lt;br /&gt;see what i mean about profanities?? its my most used phrase nooooowwww. *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then, there are the few souvenirs that he's collected from Bella which are highly prized by Edward despite their lack of intrinsic value. No, I'm not going to be more clear. It's a Midnight Sun thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaa. okayyy. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks he took clothes. (cos of the scent thing)&lt;br /&gt;does anyone besides me think otherwise??? &lt;br /&gt;i doubt he'd take clothes. she'd miss them. &lt;br /&gt;i was thinking that maybe he took the CD. but i don't think so either. &lt;br /&gt;honestly... i don't know. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;lack of intrinsic value... &lt;b&gt;A TISSUE!&lt;/b&gt; lmfao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fan's theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;well.. he DID take Bella's hair down in Twilight..right before James and company arrived..he could have kept the scrunchie or whatever she had it pulled up with...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no no noooo. he told BELLA to take her hair down. he didn't take it down for her. cos remember, she shook it around her shoulders, and alice went "i could smell her all the way across the field" and edward said "i know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he took her bottle cap when they were talking in the lunchroom the day they were blood typing in biology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;GOOD GOOD GOOD POINT. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking something that symbolises a special moment between themmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll sleep on it and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having trouble with my actual story length fanfic. i can't make all the characters' personalities fit seamlessly into one story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that i'll leave to my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming SO CLOSE to the surface last night, it was impossible. i KEEP WAKING UP. its infuriating.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleeping pillssssss. &gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;the squatters problems are driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;people are so... hypocritical, it kills me sometimes. at the stupid things people do/say. &lt;br /&gt;i think a lot of people will know what i'm talking about. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she told someone that she thinks jy is stealing ap and that's why ap and her arent close any more. &lt;br /&gt;then ap said that she told HER that jy and jc are splitting up cos jy and ap are hanging out together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like whaddddddt??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, she said stuff about me. and jie. about how we're not close any more and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this some sowing seeds of discord thing??? cos it was kinda ridiculous that it could actually be funny. cos... uhm... okay, that i can't blog about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, she can talk about me all she wants. i'm done with making myself feel guilty for stuff i apparently did. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duny&amp;&amp;jess are right. i really shouldn't give a damn about stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't the friendship problems wash right over my head???&lt;br /&gt;its not like i'm losing anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if its a problem with linyi or jie or someone i'd definitely do something. yeahhhh i love them all. &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to practice for 2.4. i WILLLLLLL get below 12 minutes. -.- &lt;br /&gt;i'll run with jie too. hahaha. she's gonna hate me for urging her to run. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was upset today cos of somethingggg. &lt;br /&gt;ahhwells. i'll check up on it tomorrow and see if its trueeee. &lt;br /&gt;she WILL admit it. i know she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all my she's are confusing people. cos they're definitely confusing me. &lt;br /&gt;yes, my she's all mean different people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells. enough confusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-7142413057656398848?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/7142413057656398848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=7142413057656398848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7142413057656398848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/7142413057656398848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/arghness.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8093741654292756073</id><published>2007-03-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:39:48.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changeddd</title><content type='html'>i changed my blog template. yep. well, just the picture and the colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture is from Sephora. I'm so gonna fly to new york one day and buy something from there. &lt;br /&gt;There's a Sephora in France too. but uber expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put a pic of Dior Addict perfume or tiffany beans but i couldn't find any nice ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8093741654292756073?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8093741654292756073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8093741654292756073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8093741654292756073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8093741654292756073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/changeddd.html' title='changeddd'/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-9040924774241966786</id><published>2007-03-22T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:10:10.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The 'CHUS - minus the girls and the LEONG - minus their girl too) Any way hope to get everbody in NEXT year!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. yes, i was missing. i'm reading blogs. &lt;br /&gt;i was studyinggg for phychem. and i didn't even do that well so what the f-. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i used more profanities. &lt;br /&gt;i accidentally said one aloud in the car today. i was like sh*t. did i really say that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i think profanities. but i never actually say them. &lt;br /&gt;'stfu' doesn't count. cos i don't say each word out. i just say it the way it looks. assteeeffyouuu. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-9040924774241966786?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/9040924774241966786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=9040924774241966786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9040924774241966786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9040924774241966786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/chus-minus-girls-and-leong-minus-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5169363972409715712</id><published>2007-03-22T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:06:24.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it took me like for-EVER to finish Cait's CC. and i realised Ryana signed up too. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh. my 2.4 timing was beaten by fifteen seconds. and thus, now i'm not first any more. *growls* &lt;br /&gt;i was second for shuttle run. 04 seconds behind linyi, who was first. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhwells. &lt;br /&gt;had focus group with alynn with misskok. =D went thru the paper. i did not bad. haha. what kind of english is that, you ask. i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta prepare for english presentation tomorrow. &gt;.&lt; damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr i'm hungryyy. &lt;br /&gt;librarying tomorrow with emin and phau i thinkk. and kat if she can make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have english and geog assignments to complete. da-mn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to clean my room. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw Crap. &lt;br /&gt;i hate my life sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you knew that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withlove&lt;br /&gt;Callie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5169363972409715712?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5169363972409715712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5169363972409715712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5169363972409715712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5169363972409715712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-took-me-like-for-ever-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3531009980482092845</id><published>2007-03-21T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:27:07.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weddddddds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;librarying tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;chitest was okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised... HOW RUSHED EVERYTHING IS! &lt;br /&gt;i've only got ONE life, and i'm not exactly living ittttt! awmaaaaaaaaaaaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, look at &lt;b&gt;HIPHOP&lt;/b&gt;. i can basically only do it until like i'm -what- twenty? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOOKS.&lt;/b&gt; you aren't expecting me to look prettae-ish forEVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROM&lt;/u&gt;. my kid is SO gonna have her high school experience. i mean, I WAAAAANT TO GO TO PROM. &lt;br /&gt;and i DO NOT mean our school's crappy one. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna get ASKED TO prom. &lt;br /&gt;which obviously means i want a co-ed prom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot WAIT til i'm in aussieeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;once my future's set and i'm in physio, i'm so gonna go crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; it was so lame and movie-like because i almost fell and he grabbed me by the back of the shirt and helped me up. i was seriously waiting for it to start raining and him to give me his jacket or something really cheesy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-Jaran &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww crap. &lt;br /&gt;i thought of something else to add to my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOYS&lt;/b&gt;. i think i'm not the only one who's noticed that uhhh singaporean guys... &lt;i&gt;suck&lt;/i&gt;. *counts on fingers* devi, kat, liling... etcetcetc. i was about to include amelia but i realised she wouldn't exactly count. hahaa. i don't think she notices anything but gross stuffffffff. hahaa. i love her anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it started raining, no guy is gonna give me his jacket. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, alynn was cold during chapel so i gave her my jacket. (she gave it back to me. -.- )&lt;br /&gt;why don't guys ever do that??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why &lt;b&gt;hands down, I LOVE EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;/b&gt; He's the only ONLY ONLY guy i know who can say "you are my life now" and make the girl totally completely MELT instead of bursting out in hysterics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;he looked me right in the eyes and he was like, "don't be sorry.  it was so worth the wait."  and he walked me to class like he usually does&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaran should know how how how extremely lucky she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait til i'm like my cousin joanne's age or something. i would totally go to new york. &lt;u&gt;SEPHORA&lt;/u&gt;. damnnnn. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt; that's when i get my second paycheck. [sephora that is. i'm SURE they have it in aussie. i mean, they have it in France too.]&lt;br /&gt;my first paycheck's gonna go towards... hmmmm... i'm buy something prettyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;duny's doing her GCSEs soon. AHHHH GOOD LUCK BABYYYY. in seven months time, THAT'D BE ME. oh f- it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;prettiness. &lt;br /&gt;i was telling kat and liling about how i am so effing jealous of some people i know who are just SOOOOOO pretty you wish you could hate them cos you can't believe someone could be THAT pretty. &lt;br /&gt;and they said its how they think about me. &lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, moi is soooo not pretty. if i were, i'd be soooooo dsjghjsg happpyyyyyyyy, like incrediblyyyyyy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;is intelligence genetic or environmental?? &lt;br /&gt;ENVIRONMENTAL. fosho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;namessss&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;seriously, some people have just amazingly unique names. and most of them i find on wuwds.&lt;br /&gt;Jaran. Donya. Reem. Jamanda. Deryan. Lani. Raelene. Roze. &lt;br /&gt;There are a million others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes me dsfgjsgjng determined that my kid shall NOT have a typical asian name. or a typical name anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lallalalooove the name Allison. but its soooo common. &lt;br /&gt;it needs to be a name with a prettae nickname. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How can you be failing every class?" She questioned her voice low from the disbelief that continued to fill her body. "Has the alibility to do well, just no in—"&lt;br /&gt;"Initiative?" The boy finished cutting her off with a cheeky grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw jes-terrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its sooooo cool how all of our fics have us in them. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa RANDOM. &lt;br /&gt;callie;jess;donya;reem;andi. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;awwwmaaaaan. i realised i haven't been talking to farrah. &lt;br /&gt;for like a year. &lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;she's the Jojo lookalike. hahahaa. she doesn't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnnn. i'm so not talkinggggg. &gt;.&lt; BAD ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made an AIM and i'm like hardly on it. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;should i write??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in, a REAL fanfiction. &lt;br /&gt;or should i say: should i write AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan just could not understand why his dad had chosen to move. He had a nice job in Carmel as a painter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmel as in Carmel &lt;i&gt;cali&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FORNIA&lt;/b&gt;?!?!?!! dfjgnijagnje;rhenghijb!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: I hate where i live but i love my friends... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;loveloveloooove&lt;br /&gt;Cal. &lt;br /&gt;=jallie=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3531009980482092845?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3531009980482092845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3531009980482092845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3531009980482092845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3531009980482092845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/weddddddds-librarying-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4426171762184862099</id><published>2007-03-19T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:44:04.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;are you a parking ticket? cause you've got FINE written all over you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd smack you if u ever said that to me. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;aren't you tired?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;I&gt;'cause you've been running through my mind all day&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi and clubs don't mix. =D moi and dance... maybe so. =D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading SYCNCTP. its on LIADSW. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so... you're a girl huh&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4426171762184862099?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4426171762184862099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4426171762184862099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4426171762184862099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4426171762184862099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-parking-ticket-cause-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-427938858955604080</id><published>2007-03-19T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:23:25.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mood: tired...? but kinda happy all the same. slightly frustrated (am trying to master a hip hop thing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: the mix i'm choreoing my routine to. hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what: dancing. and uh, signing up for cait's ff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psssst. its Jallie now. HAHA. well, jesse+callie = jallie. its a wdykh thing, when jess decided we needed a name. [it was Cesse or Jallie so i'm glad i went with Jallie. it sounds cuter. and closer to my name anyways] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my backupguys were Alex Pettyfer and Edward Speleers. &lt;br /&gt;mainly cos they're english (even though i dont really like either rightnow) and i specified that it must be EDWARD. not Ed. =D yayyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST THREE PICTURES?!?!?! but i dont have three pictures i look passably prettyish in!!! &gt;.&lt; *moans* ohgreaaaat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-427938858955604080?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/427938858955604080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=427938858955604080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/427938858955604080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/427938858955604080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/mood-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-6574674522459902310</id><published>2007-03-18T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:26:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english proj. everyone knows i've been uhhh dispensing many profanities over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THroughout the entire holiday, none of my group members have actually asked how the project was going. NONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so an update, no one offered to help at all either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the project gets an A. i really hope they know whether they deserve it or not. although i'm not blaming Santi cos she did do a LOT of research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not yet finished. but its only my deadlines that count, so i couldn't care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we have to present tomorrow, that's too bad. the project's not completed. jsyk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i;ve been in such a terrible mood this week cos of the stupid project. ooohman.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jallie...&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-6574674522459902310?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/6574674522459902310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=6574674522459902310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6574674522459902310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/6574674522459902310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/english-proj.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3331263061810154928</id><published>2007-03-18T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:18:08.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i was talking to a couple guys tonight and one was like "im gunna tell you my best one"&lt;br /&gt;so i was like "okay"&lt;br /&gt;and he says "how much does a polar bear weigh?" and i was like "i dont know?" and he was like "enough to break the ice *holds out his hand* hi, im mike"&lt;br /&gt;it was so cheesy but so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;he was pretty drunk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Raelene. hahaha. i found it freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JALLIE. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3331263061810154928?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3331263061810154928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3331263061810154928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3331263061810154928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3331263061810154928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-talking-to-couple-guys-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-5134200364435757818</id><published>2007-03-18T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:15:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The SIlver Kiss... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why people find Simon so annoying!!! i loved him. hahahaa. maybe not as much as edward, but simon really tugs at the heartstrings... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about silverkiss on the lex... yep. people didn't like him! WHYYYY?!?!?! i mean, how can u dislike him when he's so...so... well, i don't know what's so great about him, but you just gotta read it. rawrrrr. he can't control himself sometimes, he kills people by accident cos he can't control his thirst for human blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please." "please let me in." &lt;br /&gt;i mean, HOW CAN U DISLIKE THAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was just a bird Zoe. You could see the feathers surely?" &lt;br /&gt;"I was hungry." He sounded miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally teared at that part... zomg zomg zomg... he's so... vulnerable to actually be attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes rock, blues and jazz.is that some kind of vampire thing? cos edward likes the exact same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no no no equivalent to Edward Cullen... but somehow Simon's kinda... attractive? Cos unlike Edward, he isn't perfect. hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youknow, i still don't know how old Simon is. i imagine him in his teens... but idk. &lt;br /&gt;THey never said how old Zoe was either. but i'm sureeee she's the same age. Well, she's in school still... High school i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet she's seventeen. i bet they both are. ;) &lt;br /&gt;just like edward and bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore Edward Cullen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3 Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-5134200364435757818?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/5134200364435757818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=5134200364435757818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5134200364435757818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/5134200364435757818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/silver-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-9090382488519806062</id><published>2007-03-18T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:19:13.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THe number one new york times bestseller... NEW MOON. yayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching watching watching the clip rightnow. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO. its freaking cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he's just gonna string you along... and while you can't wait forever, HE can. He's immortal." &lt;br /&gt;lmfao. Whatthehell. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward wouldn't need to have his wedding in a crypt! HMPHS. hahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its incredibly funny anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-9090382488519806062?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/9090382488519806062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=9090382488519806062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9090382488519806062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/9090382488519806062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/number-one-new-york-times-bestseller.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8361971142375410325</id><published>2007-03-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:59:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Not smiling or showing an emotion in her face, a 19-year old Olivia-Amelie flicked her cigarette ash before taking a deep, long draw of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a deep long draw of her cigarette ash? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i find really hard about writing, is that if just ONE word is wrongly written or expressed incorrectly, it takes a long time for the reader to get back into the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;UMAT practice questions... i got one question wrong for section 1. for sections 2 and 3, i got all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like now i'm going to UQ next year! hahaa. physio and hopefully postgrad med. But i think i really seem to prefer physio more. idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went for some Michelin french chef's dinner. forgothisname but we talked to him. yep. &lt;br /&gt;First was that avocado mush thing with truffles. i loved the truffles. [in this case, truffles aren't chocolates. they're rare mushrooms] [i loved the white wine too. yippee. my favourite so far!] Then me and daddy had the prawn appetizer. if i hadn't known it was prawn, i wouldn't have realised it. it tasted like crab bisque with... something i couldn't place the taste of... to me. =D but yummy all the same. i liked my mum's one. Duck and foie gras. &lt;3333 am not really into duck, but foie gras rocks. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main course... brother had beef. mum had lobster (i didn't really like that one). dad had lamb (i didn't like it either) and i had fish! &lt;3 yay. i liked the bean thing. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sorbet. i didn't like that one at all. &gt;.&lt; I don't even wanna think about what it tasted like! *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT. i can't even spell it. let alone pronounce it. let alone remember what the entire thing was called, so i searched online, and i found the site with the french dude's name. [apparently he's some famous dude] okay. the dessert's called &lt;b&gt;Baby pear millefeuille &lt;/b&gt;. see why i said i couldn't spell it? it was SO SO CUTE though. it looked like the baby pears were popping out of the pastry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt; OH MY GOSH&lt;/b&gt; my brother had the most fabulous dessert. Chocolate souffle and chocolate mousse. HEAVEN ON EARTH. WHEE. &lt;3333 i tried it. it was seriously phenomenal. woot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but... i still like the dining room more. &lt;3 yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;turbot meuniere with sauteed lentils in Bordelaise sauce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone make a guess what that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally didn't know at all. i ended up having to ask the waiter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found his name too:  Stephane Gaborieau  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall go watch stomp the yard. krissie watched it. apparently it wasn't that good. liling watched it. apparently it was great. so i have no idea what to expect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, its not the plot. its the dance scenes. i don't care if the plot sucks. And don't give me the Step Up crap either. i don't do half baked dance routines and Step Up really didn't cut it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i'm tres picky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;this girl in the dance workshop was telling me i was quite good. i personally thought i kinda sucked. &gt;.&lt; I WAS TERRIBLY OFF BALANCE ON THE SECOND DAY. didn't anyone notice??!! rawr. i mean, its one thing to memorise a dance routine. its another thing to execute it WELL. thats why i get so pissed when i dance. i LOOOVE dance, so don't get me wrong, but i just feel like crying sometimes. i'm not bad. i can never be bad, but i can never be jawdroppingly good either. it sucks. &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about whether to switch to the studio there or not. decided against it. even though i agree studiowu's studio is suckingly small, but i watched some of the hip hop dance crew people dance. and it really wasn't that fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during freestyle, hardly any of them did any moves that were actually hip hoppish. [except ashlee nino but thats a given.] my 'freestyle' mvoes were basically all taken from the various hip hop stuff i picked up. thus, u can't exactly say it was FREESTYLE. more like a copypaste from the phunk phenomenon thing and a few others. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm terribly honest, i actually didn't learn much in studio wu at all. i think i learnt more just by watching and experimenting and freestyling IN THE PRIVACY OF MY ROOM. one hour isn't long enough to learn anything substantial. u can learn how to dance, but u can't learn much more than that. &lt;br /&gt;i learnt more in the two day workshop than i did in all those months at studiowu. haha. me and phau were discussing the turning thing. cos ashlee did it. and so did the elements thing. hahhaa. we were confused cos deanna wasn't doing it properly, and cos she was so cute, no one was watching anyone else but her. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not making any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn b-boying. hahaa. but i don't have the right style for it. ahhwells. wait til i put a little bit of... flesh on. hahahaa. i'm just stick thin. &gt;.&lt; it isn't a healthy look. winkwink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aussie guys aren't cute. just FYI. i won't get a boyfriend there. (and my mum can pass this on to my dad when she reads this.) no joke. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i don't have the clubbing style either. so don't see me clubbing anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lallalaaa. i shall go watch STY. yay. &lt;br /&gt;am not interested in the dance floor no more. i turned down tickets, can u believe it? hhahaa. i didn't feel like going... &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8361971142375410325?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8361971142375410325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8361971142375410325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8361971142375410325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8361971142375410325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-smiling-or-showing-emotion-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-1875206899234450727</id><published>2007-03-17T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:59:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lallalaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the songs we used during the workshop, none are from the STYost. so i'll haveta search.&lt;br /&gt;not that i would be able to find it! if u notice, its all &lt;I&gt;instrumentals&lt;/i&gt;. there aren't lyrics for me to pick up even if i wanted to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, i suckkkkk at finding songs, if you've noticed. &gt;.&lt; i ended up recording the tracks form youtube cos i couldn't find them. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to me?!!??!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-1875206899234450727?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/1875206899234450727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=1875206899234450727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1875206899234450727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/1875206899234450727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/lallalaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-4790993376484385319</id><published>2007-03-16T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:22:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No competition. Edward all the way, Simon was annoying. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO. &lt;br /&gt;simon from the silver kiss book that is. HAHHAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comeon, who can be better than edward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwMGZmanGJI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwMGZmanGJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh please. stop the argument about whether they're lipsynching. they are. fullstop. i mean, if you listened to their cd, its kinda OBVIOUS. plussss jester's already fifteen there. you would've thought he'd sound different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DREAM STREET LIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lets Get Funky Tonite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHHAA. jester looks like such a... pimp-kid. &lt;br /&gt;chris looks uhmaze... he's tres smooth. grrrr. for a flirt. &lt;br /&gt;but ahhh jester looks ADORABLEEEEEE. he's so... enthusiastic. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;gotta get the girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked him so much better then than nowwwwww! DAMN HE IS SO SO SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;the beginning is so cute. i just burst out laughing. i like this dance. so cuteeeee. &lt;br /&gt;when he said "its called gotta get the girl", he looked so. so... so- jesse mccartney. [you probably won't understand what on earth i'm trying to say so nevermind. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaah. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;33 the bridge is SO CUTE CUTE CUTEEEEEE. LOL. chris RUINS the cuteness of it! with his *grrr* pimplike moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SYTYCD DANCE WORKSHOP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i thought the choreo was easy actually. hahhaa. in SW standard, prolly about advbeg. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid freestyle thingggg! When she said we were gonna do freestyle, i went "crap". grrrrr. not that i can't do it but its tres embarassing. I do it a loooot in my room, so its like. oh-kayyyyy.  &lt;br /&gt;overall, was fun, yep. &lt;br /&gt;there were twelve of us. and overall, no one looked hardcore hip hop. except Ashlee Nino (duh). haha. yeemin picked up tres tres fast though. so proud of ya! hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choreo was kinda short. don't ask me how many eights it is cos i dont ever ever count in eights. i basically think it through the beats and the tune and the lyrics. i dont count. ever. i don't know why, but i mean, its a freaking SONG. you don't COUNT IT. you listen to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used the Stomp the Yard soundtrack. &lt;3 =D i'm so gonna get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;calliewallie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-4790993376484385319?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/4790993376484385319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=4790993376484385319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4790993376484385319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/4790993376484385319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-3061538720315679995</id><published>2007-03-15T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:25:48.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this isn't songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its FONTS.&lt;br /&gt;1. zephyr&lt;br /&gt;2. Aquiline Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has those two fonts, PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE send me. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted my blogposts for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;i HAVE been journalling. i just never posted them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm back on AIM. &lt;br /&gt;il mio cantante. so yepp. u can add me. &lt;br /&gt;except that i don't expect anyone outside wuwds&amp;&amp;the lex to add me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCUSSION: HAS JASPER EVER SLIPPED? &lt;br /&gt;my answer: no. =D &lt;br /&gt;but of course i can't be sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway. Moonlight sonata. claimed as a nice bedward song. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;oooh. Cesse or Jallie? &lt;br /&gt;I think Jallie sounds adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Jess started it. winkwink. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighsigh. the lex is tres confusing. its so... large. and it ends up being slightly impersonal cos there are millions and millions of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MICHELLE WANTS BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;Blood and Chocolate. &amp;&amp; The Silver Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;they're both by the same author. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna read B&amp;C to occupy me until Eclipse. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh. i watched the movie. it is .... scary. ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes is pretty interesting! "he took the tape and he stapled me!"&lt;br /&gt;i kept having to ask my brother who's bad and who's good and who's what cos i was uber confused. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A THICK BOOK to occupy me until HPDH comes out!!!! &lt;br /&gt;i read Shopaholic and Baby in an hour. so that didn't exactly satisfy me much, also seeing as its a brainless book really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we;re discussing DS on the lex. HAHAHA. when i saw the thread titled DREAM STREET, i was like *gasp* whadtttt?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expected eragon and HP and pendragon and B&amp;C threads... cos all the fans are all linkeddedddd. but whatttt? DS? hhahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 seriously. &lt;br /&gt;i nearly cried when i watched feeltherain. &lt;br /&gt;cos i spent so long wishing i could see it. &lt;br /&gt;the foursecondmove. &lt;3333333333333333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zomgzomgzomg. LGFT is so so so so so so sooooo cute. jester is SO SO SO SO SO CUTEIN THAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you nikki, you made my day.&lt;3 i was freaking angry over my english project the entire week, and when i watched all of them yesterday, that just totally made me insanely happy. &lt;3. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, bigthankyou to van for being my song provider and my song speedupper! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i need to speed up a loooot of songs. &lt;br /&gt;i'm finding substitutes for songs which i can't find cos i dont know the title. &lt;br /&gt;and some of the substitutes are freaking slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withloveeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-3061538720315679995?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/3061538720315679995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=3061538720315679995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3061538720315679995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/3061538720315679995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-hey-hey-okay-this-isnt-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-8614179137342483671</id><published>2007-03-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:15:31.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life sucks sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;geddit? &lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't. cos i deleted part of the blogpost. so yeah. LOL. PRETEND to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living off porridge and milk and bread for my aussie trip. Kat, if ever i end up in Perth, can i sleep with you? I dont think i can take squatters settlements. (you dont study pure geog do you?) &lt;br /&gt;Quoting lizzie, We WILL get out of poverty someday. ;))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting up my stuff on wuwds now. vents; schoolwork questions. &lt;br /&gt;they answer, even if no one else will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edward caught me in Jasper's House.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original quote was "mom caught me in jasper's house" but i switched it. I think Edward would notice it better. if at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos edward's with me every single night through all the tears and stupid stuff. &lt;br /&gt;i love you, edward. =D my guardian angel. seriously. every single night, he's ALWAYS there in my head, and in my dreams... i havent had a proper nightmare for so long... and he does keep all the negative thoughts away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i AM perfectly aware that its a psychological thing. but whatever. as long as it stays. i love my crazy disabled mind sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i may not be smart in academics, but i can control my dreams. lets see someone else do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you Donya and Jess and Andi and Reem. hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;yes, i love suds in the bucket. &lt;3 jessicaaaaaaa is love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;you are the greatest girl! don't let anyone tell you otherwise. the people who give you shit just cos you have CP are not even worth it. you know you and your negative thoughts. we love you, and you know that! =D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that if people read more of my random thoughts, my random writing, they'd know a lot more about my life. &lt;br /&gt;and yes, all my Twilight stories do have something... extra... in it. Thanks so much to ______ for pointing that out. i'm really happy someone noticed. seriously. means an immense lot that someone actually does analyse my stories instead of skimming through them. thanks for caring. &lt;3 you rock, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23976272-8614179137342483671?l=la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/feeds/8614179137342483671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23976272&amp;postID=8614179137342483671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8614179137342483671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23976272/posts/default/8614179137342483671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://la-jolie-fille.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-sucks-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Callie Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23976272.post-167523355380801933</id><published>2007-03-11T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:53:40.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAME STARTS WITH A "S"&lt;br /&gt;A: the first name that came to mind was Sabina. But uhhh. She’s a character in a book, so uhhh… idkkkk. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS:&lt;br /&gt;A: idk. Too lazy to check. Simon I guess? Or my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED SAY?:&lt;br /&gt;A: I can’t rmb. From Van I think… about my stories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;A: its not curly, not straight. Geddit? I hate it. Lol. Donya thinks its cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOU'RE GOING TO?&lt;br /&gt;A: idkkkk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHO'S THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;A: Edward. cummon. Why else would they call him the ‘cold one’?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WORDS DO YOU SAY A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;A: idk. Hahaa. As in, that’s the word I say most often. “idk”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE:&lt;br /&gt;A: pasta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE AND WHO WAS IT?&lt;br /&gt;A: “the girl sucks!” I was talking to myself… hahaa. Well, telling the girl from Lush on The Dance Floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?&lt;br /&gt;A: MTV. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO?&lt;br /&gt;A: whadt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER BEEN HUNTING?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, Edward won’t take me, so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;A: guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;A: English project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;br /&gt;A: callie. Well, that’s my name. and the nickname would be calliewallie/chelle. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. lust maybe… intense attraction. But not love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHO'S THE YOUNGEST ONE IN THE FAMILY?&lt;br /&gt;A: the younger bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;A: duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?&lt;br /&gt;A: not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE?&lt;br /&gt;A: lmfao…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;A: long long time agooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT BESIDES YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;A: uhhhh… in class? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: EVER RUN OUT OF GAS ON THE ROAD?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. don’t drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS?&lt;br /&gt;A: uhhhhh… Idk. I’ve watched a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:&lt;br /&gt;1. Male friends: HAHAHA. If I pick one, everyone else will kill me. Yo, I don’t know. &lt;br /&gt;2. Female friends: ariel… fir. =D jie… jess. Duny. &lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation: definitely aussie. &lt;br /&gt;4. Day of the week: Sat. &lt;br /&gt;5. Food: mousse? I’m into taco now. =D lol. &lt;br /&gt;6. Memory: uhhh. None that come immediately to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last [Not counting family]&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: phau. &lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: I have no idea. Lol. Lorraine. From the Dance Crew thing. &lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged: if I didn’t hug phau, then I hugged yeemin. If I didn’t hug her… I KNOW I hugged liling. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;4. Person you texted: Van. This morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: weds. &lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: ugh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: it’s a schoolday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;1. Number(s): 7. 1.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: currently, its Petrified. Fort Minor. &lt;br /&gt;3. Color: black, white, orange… sandy, earthy, beachy colours. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;4. Season: autumn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: uhhh. Idk. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: listless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: kinda. &lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: depends with what things.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: no. &lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: don’t wear pjs. But I am currently wearing a (idk what colour u call it) tank top and adidas trackpants. &lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7: yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender: hahaa. No. &lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: HAHAHAA. Ask fir. And all her friends. Answer’s yes. &lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: a LOOOT. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: idk. Hahaa. &lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn: of course&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret: duhhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you feel at home where you are??? &lt;br /&gt;The Lexicon boards… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I tell Jess and Donya more personal stuff than I tell my IRL friends. Guy stuff, and troubles and basically more personal and private… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lexicon. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know… that lexicon is actually a real word? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Sorry, just being random. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you can tell 
