<?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-1404565418789690286</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:26:15.994+10:00</updated><category term='outbreak'/><category term='viruses'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='anita'/><category term='die'/><category term='cabramatta'/><category term='muscles'/><category term='funny'/><category term='inside'/><category term='ARTFILM'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='cheap'/><category term='new'/><category term='competition'/><category term='done'/><category term='hug'/><category term='reproductive'/><category term='hair'/><category term='war'/><category term='parasites'/><category term='FML'/><category term='test'/><category term='memorable'/><category term='jura'/><category term='smile'/><category term='eat'/><category term='fabric'/><category term='Jun'/><category term='study'/><category term='quadratics'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='lag'/><category term='mum'/><category term='bracelet'/><category term='slap'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='mean'/><category term='unfit'/><category term='bus'/><category term='embarrassing'/><category term='rant'/><category term='kids'/><category term='viewers'/><category term='lame'/><category term='weather'/><category term='paranoid'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='system'/><category term='sport'/><category term='skateboard'/><category term='bulla'/><category term='substitute'/><category term='communitychannel'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='peace'/><category term='slow'/><category term='diseases'/><category term='maths'/><category term='bite'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='Tanya'/><category term='sweat'/><category term='Gekleng'/><category term='distraction'/><category term='lamingtons'/><category term='violence'/><category term='brain'/><category term='hate'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='banana'/><category term='sting'/><category term='letter'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Annie Huynh'/><category term='boring'/><category term='tummy'/><category term='cold'/><category term='out'/><category term='pain'/><category term='cc'/><category term='speech'/><category term='compose'/><category term='fun'/><category term='hilarious'/><category term='headache'/><category term='painting'/><category term='chinese'/><category term='toothpick'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='chinky'/><category term='comment'/><category term='poem'/><category term='UNSW'/><category term='asian'/><category term='789'/><category term='weak'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='bogan'/><category term='magic'/><category term='tutor'/><category term='song'/><category term='brief'/><category term='blood'/><category term='Annie'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='scratch'/><category term='kill'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='homework'/><category term='fungus'/><category term='punches'/><category term='pwn'/><category term='ears'/><category term='garlic'/><category term='oztag'/><category term='flu'/><category term='chores'/><category term='icecream'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='riddles'/><category term='cake'/><category term='reflexes'/><category term='Annie Lam'/><category term='Stephanie'/><category term='science'/><category term='favourited'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='finger'/><category term='bruise'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Theresa'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='random'/><category term='weeds'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='optus'/><category term='music'/><category term='awkward'/><category term='expression'/><category term='first'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='post'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='dog'/><category term='yesterday'/><category term='book'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='Tracey'/><category term='University of Western Sydney'/><category term='cool'/><category term='present'/><category term='plain'/><category term='Big Bang'/><category term='same'/><category term='flood'/><category term='skin'/><category term='food'/><category term='history'/><category term='weird'/><category term='DBSK'/><category term='writing'/><category term='tomorrow'/><category term='mychonny'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Jura's headspace</title><subtitle type='html'>Needs: water, food, shelter, clothing, transport, money etc
Wants: A LOT OF THINGS...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-1202657534579516305</id><published>2009-12-31T16:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:17:16.024+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#41 HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be the first day of 2010 and I'm sorry I couldn't keep my blogging up. Not that anyone reads any of my blogs but I'm going to quit blogging anyway. Apologies again to those who DO actually read but I'm never fully open about what goes on in my life and what emotions I feel. But anyway.&lt;div&gt;To me, this year has had its ups and downs but turning back would be impossible. There were misunderstandings and little problems but it was all the happy times that seemed to count. All that has happened are now just memories and images that play in our head that can never be unlocked or seen by anyone else but yourself, including me of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I learned many things this year and many experiences yet to come but I won't write them down since there is too much to list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really shit blog but I'm sorry again. If I were to write down highlights of this year, I'd just be listing down things that would be extremely boring to other people but to myself. I'll write a list with 12 points for a point for each memorable thing for each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First day back to school when me and Annie L got our timetables and realise we weren't in the same class for EVERY subject. It WAS funny, to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photo day was damn hot and windy. Worst day to take a photo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tutor. That's it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the park with Canadian cousin and hogged the playground equipment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rollerskating all the way to Tracey's house just to give her her gift from me and giving the last cow pyjama bag to Annie as her gift that I luckily found :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music excursion to Opera House and went to Geography excursion to Taronga zoo. I sort of recall complaining about the high price&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing Happy birthday with competition from the other group but we didn't give a f...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday. Thank you for the presents :D I still need to figure out what to buy with the Westfield gift card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The photos taken during hockey. That was fun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't remember the specific month but anyway. First time receiving a shitty mouth guard and everyone drooling from them ROFLMAO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History excursion and picnic day. LOL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were pretty shit highlights but I can't put my memories into good wording. I hope everyone has an AWESOME and HECTIC new year!! Goodluck and I hope all your new year's resolutions are successful! Speaking of new year's resolution I'll write mine down too (even thought they'll be in bad wording as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish all assignments before the due date by at least 2 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study ALL topics for ANY assessment and examination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the glass "half full"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those aren't very good resolutions but that's the only thing I can think of. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE A GOOD HOLIDAY! And goodbye blog. I will only update you when I really do feel like it. I update my twitter so you can read my tweets. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/JuraChattham"&gt;http://twitter.com/JuraChattham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-1202657534579516305?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/1202657534579516305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/41-happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1202657534579516305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1202657534579516305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/41-happy-new-year.html' title='#41 HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6954359305426680064</id><published>2009-12-17T21:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:54:10.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MURDER FAIL</title><content type='html'>#40&lt;div&gt;So on December the 16th which was yesterday, Tien, Jahmika, Bobina and I went on the last day of school to film a short video for youtube. IT TURNED OUT QUITE SUCCESSFUL! "Murder Fail" pretty much explains part of the video so yeah, hope you watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXUpF21m82Y &lt;--That's the link to the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really hot day and was DAMN tiring. I think the teachers around us thought we were weird but didn't say anything so that was good. My old visual arts teacher lent me her SUPER SMALL scissors to cut out paper for the moustache and it took a couple of minutes to cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY OF HOLIDAYS and it's 11pm right now. I woke at around 8.30am because mum woke us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a boring day. That's pretty much all I want to say except, WATCH THE VIDEO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6954359305426680064?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6954359305426680064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/murder-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6954359305426680064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6954359305426680064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/murder-fail.html' title='MURDER FAIL'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6749554634839076902</id><published>2009-12-06T20:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:56:24.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some more pictures including the previous photos of the excursion. I guess this is the first time internet will see my face (including some of my friends).&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxuNfSiCuKI/AAAAAAAAACA/DyN757SKUgM/s1600-h/music+excursion+09+collage.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxuNfSiCuKI/AAAAAAAAACA/DyN757SKUgM/s320/music+excursion+09+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412074945905866914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6749554634839076902?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6749554634839076902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-are-some-more-pictures-including.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6749554634839076902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6749554634839076902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-are-some-more-pictures-including.html' title=''/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxuNfSiCuKI/AAAAAAAAACA/DyN757SKUgM/s72-c/music+excursion+09+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-5933030032414639962</id><published>2009-12-05T18:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:32:49.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE CREAM, APPLE PIE, SMALL FRIES, THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYpU_b16I/AAAAAAAAABg/C_WCGh9lSKI/s1600-h/DSCF0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYpU_b16I/AAAAAAAAABg/C_WCGh9lSKI/s1600-h/DSCF0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;#38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it has been two months since my last post. I apologise to those who actually reads my blogs. I'll probably blog when something exciting happens or some events that happen like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Friday and music classes of year 8-11 went to the Opera House to watch a performance. It was called "The Whitlams meet the Orchestra Sydney Symphony Education Event"...that's what it says on the ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we started our walk to the train station at around 8:40 am after the school bell rang for rollcall. I guess I was pretty hight from breakfast since I kept getting off topic and stuff. Sorry Annie since you were the only one to put up with it. When we got on the train, the seats in our carriage were mostly filled up with 2 to a 3 seater seat and 1 to a 2 seater seat. Hope that made sense. Annie, Pheonix and I played on Pheonix's phone to pass time. It was fun to begin with and slowly got boring but not to the point of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to Circular Quay, we went to Maccas/shopping centre to get some lunch. I seem to be the only person who brought their own lunch. Oh well, I saved money :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie and Cassandra shared their food and Tracey and Stephanie shared theirs. When I say share, I mean they bought a box to share and they were the same. Julie bought her own smaller box for one and everyone but me dipped chips and stuff into her wedges. I wanted ice cream but we ran out of time while lining up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our way to the Opera house and stood outside for a while in the wind. About 15 minutes later, we finally got our tickets and headed inside and got comfortable in our seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performance was really good with lots of great songs. There was very little interaction with the orchestra and the audience so I'll admit, my eyes did droop and I almost passed out. Thanks Annie for your shoulder because that was the only thing that kept my eyes open...literally. The Whitlams is the name of a rock band and they were performing with the Sydney Symphony. They were rocking alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the show was over, we went back out and Tracey and Stephanie went around repeating "Ice cream, apple pie, small fries, THANK YOU" to every group in our grade (excluding the guys). I think they got that idea when we were at maccas lining up and they were discussing on what to get before we started off to the Opera House. Yeah sorry, I was eavesdropping because I wasn't far back in the other line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took some pictures outside the Opera House on our way back to the train station and on the train because we weren't allowed to take any footage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is the part where I show you some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYqm5JaGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4sU0w-gqLok/s1600-h/DSCF0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYqm5JaGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4sU0w-gqLok/s200/DSCF0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411665022512883810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYqIpHjcI/AAAAAAAAABw/IoU8SMoP-sM/s1600-h/DSCF0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYqIpHjcI/AAAAAAAAABw/IoU8SMoP-sM/s200/DSCF0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411665014392589762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYp1v2etI/AAAAAAAAABo/JY9u-DWOUGU/s1600-h/DSCF0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYp1v2etI/AAAAAAAAABo/JY9u-DWOUGU/s200/DSCF0478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411665009320557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYpU_b16I/AAAAAAAAABg/C_WCGh9lSKI/s1600-h/DSCF0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYpU_b16I/AAAAAAAAABg/C_WCGh9lSKI/s200/DSCF0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411665000527550370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. That's my shit skills of taking a photo of the orchestra and band
2. Annie Huynh's seat number
3. My seat number&lt;div&gt;4. My hand on the left and Annie's hand on the right holding our tickets
&lt;div&gt;So those are just 4 photos out of more photos. To make up for those photos I didn't put up, I might post a video of Tracey and Stephanie's "Ice cream, apple pie, small fries, thank you" video. No, it's not on Youtube...yet. I'll ask for permission first and if I get 2 yes's, I'll post it on Youtube and on to this blog :D&lt;div&gt;How's that for a blog in 2 months? Not very good. I'm sorry again. I tried and failed. My apologise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-5933030032414639962?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/5933030032414639962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-cream-apple-pie-small-fries-thank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/5933030032414639962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/5933030032414639962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-cream-apple-pie-small-fries-thank.html' title='ICE CREAM, APPLE PIE, SMALL FRIES, THANK YOU'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SxoYqm5JaGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4sU0w-gqLok/s72-c/DSCF0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-8674906600610435267</id><published>2009-10-30T16:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:44:21.617+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT</title><content type='html'>#37&lt;div&gt;Wow. I haven't blogged in ages. My finger is hurting right now but I'm still going to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday 19th October, I received my new laptop. It's a red colour and I stuck stickers on the case that protected the laptop. The following day, the rest of year 9 received their laptops too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only used it a couple of times but it doesn't look like I'm going to be using it a lot. Most of the sites I like visiting are all blocked which sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our yearlies for most topics for Day 1 of Term 4 up to this week. I still don't know when my elective yearlies are but I'm quites certain it'll be coming up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I injured my ring finger today. Which hand? Left. Yeah. During PE, we were playing a game which consists of the blue shirts verses the white shirts. I was on the blue team. The rules were that one team fields while the other runs. What do I mean? There are 4 bases: Home, first, second and third base. The fielders must throw a softball from home, to first, to second, to third and then back to home while the running team has to run from base to base trying to beat the speed of the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one of the fielders and a team mate threw the 'soft'ball for me to catch but it hit my finger. It didn't hurt as much but now it's starting to hurt more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that game, one of the opposing team's team mate fell over at second base and pulled a hamstring or something, but recovered and continued playing with a limp. And another of the team mate of theirs was running all the way up to second base but then ran across the field to the year 7's who were playing T-ball. She didn't see the third base so she ran a big circle before realising she ran too far. ROFL! It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS and we were meant to play basketball but ended up playing bull rush because it seemed more fun. I found it fun because I didn't get injured :D (for once).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch was funny and random. OH! And recess (which was before SS), I gave Stephanie a good-luck hug but ended up to be an 'awkward' good luck hug. Our cheeks were pressed together because we went in the same direction for the hug. It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty much sums up today and highlights of the weeks I didn't post anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'LL TRY BLOG MORE...unless I don't feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-8674906600610435267?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/8674906600610435267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-left-to-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8674906600610435267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8674906600610435267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-left-to-left.html' title='TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3162616553211824504</id><published>2009-10-16T14:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:36:25.311+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTFILM of number I don't remember</title><content type='html'>#35&lt;div&gt;So Annie Huynh told me to do this quiz that she took off Tanya that I'm taking off Annie. So here it goes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(54, 54, 54); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;First, add "I'm a/an" to the title

What colour/kind of socks are you wearing?
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Red = loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Green = stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] None = freaky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Fuzzy = gorgeous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Yellow = innocent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Purple = a little too happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Black = emo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Stripes = funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Gray = skanky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Pink = preppy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Light blue = sweaty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Other = hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[x] White = sexy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
What kind of pants are you wearing?
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Shorts = cutie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Skirt/skort = skank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Corduroy = faggot homosexual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Tight jeans = scene kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Ripped jeans = emo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Camo = cage fighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[x]Jeans = prep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Pajamas = pimp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Cargo = clown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Sweats = athlete&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Boxers = brat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Booty shorts = female&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Capris = Gangster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Nothing = hoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Dickies = weirdo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Bikini bottoms = tiki girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Other = sex addict&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
What is your natural hair color?
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Auburn = that every one wants to make out with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Blonde = with a broken heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[x] Black = with a sexy smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Dark brown = with a hot boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Red = that likes to have fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Brown = who loves to be different&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Dirty blonde= with sexy eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Bald = with herpes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ] Other = with a nice ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
Pick the month you were born on:
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]1 = who ate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]2 = who will be naked with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]3 = who killed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]4 = who needs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]5 = who killed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]6 =who banged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]7 = who smoked with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[x]8 = who ran shirtless with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]9 = who was stabbed horribly by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]10 = who cuddled with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]11 = who slept with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]12 = who shot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
Pick the day you were born on:
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]01 = the kool-aid man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]02 = a dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]03 = a shoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[x]04 = a toothbrush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]05 = Santa Claus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]06 = The Trojan man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]07 = a glass of milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]08 = a prostitute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]09 = a porn star&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]10 = a bag of weed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]11 = a lover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]12 = Barney the dinosaur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]13 = a horse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]14 = a lesbian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]15 = a stripper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]16 = a pickle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]17 = a jew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]18 = a homo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]19 = an orange&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]20 = a dildo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]21 = a homeless guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]22 = a whore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]23 = my crush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]24 = an easter egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]25 = a jar of honey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]26 = a condom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]27 = a bowl of cereal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]28 = a french fry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]29 = your dealer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]30 = Paris Hilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]31 = your grandma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
Pick the color of the shirt you are wearing
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]White = because I love marijuana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Black = because im sexy as hell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Pink = Because the lil people told me to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Blue = because I have AMAZING boobs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Red = because I'm a pimp and you're jealous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Polka Dots = because I hate my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Purple = because I'm gay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Gray = because I got dared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Other = because that's how I roll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[x]Green = because I'm good in bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Orange = because I smoke crack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Turquoise = because I have a noodle in my nose..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Brown = because I had to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Shirtless = because I've got abs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[ ]Aqua = 'cause the 306CBZ kick cunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#363636;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#363636;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I'm a sexy prep with a sexy smile who ran shirtless with a toothbrush because I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; good in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#363636;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#363636;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! So funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#363636;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#363636;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-3162616553211824504?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/3162616553211824504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/10/artfilm-of-number-i-dont-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3162616553211824504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3162616553211824504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/10/artfilm-of-number-i-dont-remember.html' title='ARTFILM of number I don&apos;t remember'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-8807059304469368039</id><published>2009-10-12T20:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:37:33.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>IF ONLY DREAMS DO COME TRUE</title><content type='html'>#34&lt;div&gt;I know it's been more than a week from the last post. I'll just summarise what I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the holidays started about a week ago. Not much happened. All the usual except for the waking late and sleeping late. I remember this one dream around 5 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this dream, I was at school and it was a cloudy day. My friend (not mentioning name) and I were in class. Science to be "exact" but not really. The class was different though. It was a gloomy, small and was quite dark due to the cloudy day. The lights weren't on though but there was still light coming from a window. We were sitting on a bench/desk. *FAST FORWARD TO NEXT CHAPTER* All of a sudden, we were sitting on the stairs of E block. She told me that it was going to rain. This is the closest memory of the conversation we had in my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: "It's going to rain today, Jura"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yeah?"
Friend: "I'm serious! It's going to rain!"
Me: "Yeah. Okay."
Friend: "Juraaaa, it IS going to rain! I'm not joking!" *starts to sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Okay, yeah, okay. I believe you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: *hugs around my neck* "I'm not lying! Juraaaaaaa...I'm serious! It's going to rain today!" *sobs more*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yeah yeah yeah yeah! I know! I believe you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's when I woke up to my mum tapping and whinning for me to wake up. At around 6-7pm that evening, it rained. It started with a beautiful day and didn't even look as though it'd rain. I was keeping watch and wondering if it would come true and it actually did. Impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone knows which person I'm talking about then you know your people well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah blah blah. I'm stuck on my tutor homework right now and I want a personal tutor to help me get through this work. I wish everything wasn't full of pressure. I realised just then how secretive I am but that is sort of a good thing. If anyone can read me out clearly, applause to you :). No sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wanting to go for a jog but these days, it's so gloomy. I hate it when I can't seem to help people when they ask for help. It makes me feel really bad. Even if they say it's okay, I still feel quite bad. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end this blog here. Oh and from the previous blog, "sawadica" is thai for "bye/hello".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS FOR READING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-8807059304469368039?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/8807059304469368039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-dreams-do-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8807059304469368039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8807059304469368039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-dreams-do-come-true.html' title='IF ONLY DREAMS DO COME TRUE'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3866895481595259054</id><published>2009-09-30T17:01:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:31:34.575+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN YOUR BOOKS PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Been about a week. I'll be blogging more when the holidays which is about 3 WICKED DAYS AWAY!! WOOOH! *HAPPY DANCE*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Once again, I don't really want to go through the whole week that I missed out on because I don't think it's that interesting to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yesterday, I pretty much stressed my heart out. There was going to be an open book test the following day which was today. It was based on stars and astronomy of stars (I don't know what it's called). IF THE CLASS HAD MORE TIME TODAY, ALL OF US WOULD HAVE BLOODY FINISHED! Including me of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We had Mr Nguyen as our substitute teacher AND HE TOOK 15 PRECIOUS MINUTES MARKING THE DAMN ROLL!! WE WOULD'VE ALL FINISHED WITH ALL THAT TIME THAT WAS WASTED! He was cracking jokes while marking the roll by saying loudly what each name meant to him and how he felt about EVERY SINGLE NAME. Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I HAD ALMOST ALL THE ANSWERS but because of little time we had left, I didn't finish the test papers. So did most of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Moving on. Music and we watched our performances that we did last week. So embarrassing. I could literally feel everyone's tension watching their own performances which didn't help when I watched my own. Miss told me I was a "talented little girl". Because of that one line, Annie Huynh kept repeating it. LOL. I didn't really mind mate but I wanted you to stop anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On that topic (not really), music flew by quite quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Had sport science afterwards and my teacher wasn't here so Ms V took over our class. We played volleyball and basketball. Almost injured myself badly but it went away :). I have a scratch on my hand though. It's a sign my nails are too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wooshed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; by. Spoke random things and...ate random things. JOKING on that last bit. Maths was next and it was a boring. We didn't do anything but "revise" which most didn't. History, we had spelling test for 15 words. Miss took our books afterwards to get it marked which means no history homework for the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To Annie Lam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I DRANK A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WATER during history :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sawatdica! (Guess what language this is in and it's easy to get right if you know me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;#32&lt;/div&gt;Umm...&lt;div&gt;Monday was alright I think. Not much that I remembered. Actually, I'm skipping my life story of the past 3 days to today :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up to quite a red sky today. How was it red? No, I don't have red curtains but the sky was red because of all this dust that was blowing around outside. I think it came from the outback/desert because it was red sand. It made everything outside dusted in a rusty colour and the sun was covered by the clouds AND the red dust particles that was in the air. You could literally stare at the sun and not get blinded by it :D. I took some photos of the sky today too. The morning made me feel like aliens were going to land on earth LOL. I'll just post the pictures I took because it was awesome. OH! And the red dust/sand came in some sort of dust/sand storm :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For each photo: (NOTE: I DID NOT PHOTOSHOP OR EDIT ANY PHOTOS IN ANYWAY!! If you do not believe what you see here is up to you but I assure you THEY'RE ACTUAL PHOTOS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one with some roof tops and trees and a satellite in the distance was taken from my backyard. It was actually red. I took 2 photos from my backyard and then 2 photos from my frontyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one's with the cords hanging just below a white dot are the one's taken from my front yard. The white dot you see there is not a plane, or helicopter but it is the SUN. Yes, it is the sun that rises and sets everyday. The sun that is the biggest star you see in the sky which blinds you on a day cloudless blue skies. Yep, that was how much dust and sand covering the sun that you could literally stare at it and not blind yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo with the car is my dad's car. It is a RED car with RED dust/sand covering the tops of it. It's not very clear because of the RED around it too but it is covered with dust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should've recorded the winds too but I was going to be late for school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know how to post pictures and stuff yet but at least it's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6041715961071442273?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6041715961071442273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/dusty-rusty-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6041715961071442273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6041715961071442273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/dusty-rusty-day.html' title='DUSTY RUSTY DAY'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SrnUP3oXWBI/AAAAAAAAABY/r4mCCZoK7lc/s72-c/DSCF0307%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-4034704620948683933</id><published>2009-09-20T18:21:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:38:27.062+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#31 PIANO AND GUITAR REHERSALS (more like randomness)</title><content type='html'>#31&lt;div&gt;I can't be bothered re-telling my week so I'm just talk about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I woke at around 9.30, had oatmeal for breakfast and did the usual morning routine. I played my guitar while watching Youtube and tweeting. I tried to find my guitar case but I couldn't find it :(. The only I got from all the searching were scratches on my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to Annie Huynh's house and she said to start practicing in half an hour after she ate. We ended not practicing but browsing through the net. We did practice for a while...and then we gave up and decided to doing it separately due to the time and effort we needed to put in to get everything perfect. It's going to be embarrassing for both of us when we perform alone :C. Next time, we'll be more prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Annie and I went into her computer room? and tried choosing a song. So picky (referring to you) LOL! Took around, I don't know, 2 hours for her to finally decide on one? Not sure but we did do other random things while searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie's mum gave us a bowl of fruit with mango, a strawberry and a mandarin. Do strawberries grow on trees? ROFL when Annie asked that LOL! And then she proceeded to search it up. HAHAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! And I played her my song and she was going to record but forgot :D (A). I'll play it one day for you all to hear...pfft, like anyone would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained and at 5, my mum came and we went to pick up my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found my guitar out of tune while I was in the car. I'm not trying to put the blame but i "suspect" your little sister (Melody) to have been "playing" with my guitar and "accidently" dropped my pick into the hole of the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. That's about it :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun day. If you want to know what the title of the song is, leave a comment because my comment box thingy/"tagboard" is empty. ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-4034704620948683933?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/4034704620948683933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-piano-and-guitar-rehersals-more-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4034704620948683933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4034704620948683933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-piano-and-guitar-rehersals-more-like.html' title='#31 PIANO AND GUITAR REHERSALS (more like randomness)'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-8383313399430927980</id><published>2009-09-12T17:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:59:54.868+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='same'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skateboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>#30</title><content type='html'>#30 IRRITATED&lt;div&gt;It's Saturday today. So bored that I can't be bothered doing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going change the skin of this blog very soon because I'm getting bored of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to chinese school this morning. Same same but different. Came home and had lunch and watched a bit of drama. It got to a climatic point before I turned it off. I might watch more tonight but I doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to finish my assignments but I just seem to have no inspiration right now. I don't know what I'm waiting for but I just feel like they all need to wait. Damn skin is irritated. My face is all dry because of yesterday during PE and SS. Was stuck out in the sun doing sport and it was a bloody hot day. Ozone layer is thinning and Australia has the highest percentage of people who get skin cancer every year. My face is red and pealing. Not like a pealing banana. It's too overly exaggerated. It's only dry skin and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm TRYING to get my history assignment done but I just realised my PE assignment is almost due as well. I never learn from mistakes. Should do things early before the due date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOA! I just heard a screeching car (5.25pm) and it was...not a thrill. Just wanted to add that in to brighten this blog up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I've been typing in a plain tone. OH WELL! I'll try and blog tomorrow too...if I'm bothered like today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Did you know I can skateboard? Just felt like adding that in because someone asked when I said I did...doesn't make sense when I said so...BUT I DO THAT TOO so it's all good :) I skateboard and I'll show you my BRILLIANT skateboarding skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all you people are doing good :D As in had a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-8383313399430927980?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/8383313399430927980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-its-saturday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8383313399430927980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8383313399430927980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-its-saturday-today.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-8207533042621671547</id><published>2009-09-11T16:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:43:43.786+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>#29 ANOTHER WEEK'S WORTH&lt;div&gt;So I haven't blogged for a week. I guess I'll once again, try to remember what has happened. So far, my blogs show how lame my life is. MOVING ON...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm skipping Saturday and Sunday because not much happened and it's not worth wasting your time reading my AWESOME life (note the sarcasm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Monday, I don't really remember much. For SS, we had to try and memorise the different muscles. The most memorable was gluteus maximus. What a cool name for your "arsenal". I saw that name on someone's jacket and laughed. I got my topic test for coordinate geometry and I ridiculously failed :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday. The only fun time was during gradesport...not really. I use the phrase "not really" often now. Only just started sometime this term. I have no idea how I picked this up. The only clue I have is ...*drum roll*...Youtube *background of a laughing crowd*. LOL!! I amuse myself so easily. So I picked those flowers that grow with clovers. I was trying to look for 4 leaf clovers but ended up picking the flowers instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Wednesday. Started on our "Sun" making. HAHAHAHAHA! 2 LEVELS! But seriously, we modelled a sun out of plastacine that Tracey bought. It was fun but hard work. HAHAHAHAHAHA! These lines keep getting better ROFL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music...I don't remember what happened except for the little work we did and playing instruments. SS and we had beep test. I was suffocating so I stopped at an early level. Blah blah blah...THURSDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday. I left Annie for guitar lessons about a quarter way into the first period. Sorry (L). Started learning how to play &lt;i&gt;Rock n Roll&lt;/i&gt; by Eric Hutchinson. English and we watched &lt;i&gt;The Magnificent seven&lt;/i&gt; which was an old western movie. It was pretty good but we didn't finish watching it. SS and then science. We continued modelling our sun and it turned out pretty good. It's 1.2kg so it's a pretty heavy sun. Our sun is unique because no one in the class made it like ours. When I mean 'our', I mean me, Tracey and Jun since we're on the same table and in the same group. Maths was boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Friday, which is today, was quite alright. PE, the finger that was healing went back into pain when I re-jarred my bloody finger but this time with my own hand as I was catching a netball. I would say soccer ball but we weren't using a soccer ball to kick around. English, we continued watching the movie but still didn't get to finish it. Music was HECTIC! Annie and I had a paser fight. We kept laughing at the fact our hands kept moving and the tips of the lead wouldn't push against each other. LOL! I just said, "The pasers' just circling each other" and it triggered the continuous laughing at everything button in our brains. Talking about our brains, I told Annie that her brain must be extremely clean which was obviously sarcastic. Then she said sarcastic about a stray cat licking her brain HAHAHAHAHAHA!! It then turned into a conversation about the boy who cries blood which made me cringe? I don't know the word but it's like I shivered and flinched at the same time. Know what I'm saying? So you wonder how we brought up this topic, probably not but Annie turned to me with her opening one eye and staring at me. I looked and we laughed. THEN we continued with our work sheets and there were flats and sharps. Then I blurted "OHH! Now I know the meanings of flats and sharps!" At this point, it gets a bit racist but it was a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Flats, as in asians are flat and sharps, as in white people are sharp!" *We break into histarical laughter*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't get it, PHEW! If you do...DON'T HURT ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science and we finished off our model with the keys for the different layers in our sun and writing down what each layer was made for. I love these 2 level phrases :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that about wraps up my week and I'm off to tutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS FOLKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-8207533042621671547?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/8207533042621671547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/29-so-i-havent-blogged-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8207533042621671547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/8207533042621671547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/29-so-i-havent-blogged-for-week.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6368924480781468387</id><published>2009-09-04T17:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:01:52.814+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>5 DAY SUM UP</title><content type='html'>#28 &lt;div&gt;5 DAY SUM UP
&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I blogged and as you readers know, I don't remember my past week if I haven't blogged about it. I will try as best as I can to go over the week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I remember is that my PE class received our assignment...And that's it. Remind me if there was something memorable that day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...Like all other days, it was same same but different. The school had a formal assembly. It went by more quickly than I thought it would. That was awesome :). I remember in grade sport, we had training. The teacher (not naming) sort of hurt my feelings. My friends asked the other teacher if he could shout them ice cream if they won a game next term. I asked the teacher I'm going to have for next term if she would do that for us. She said that she won't. She'll hand out awards to people who don't ask for ice cream. COME ON WOMAN! It was the only time I ever asked her! I don't go around nagging her that she HAS to buy ice cream for the team and plus, my friends were asking the other teacher, NOT HER!! She placed me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much happened (not that I remember). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music was first after roll call. I had guitar lessons at around half way during the first period all the way till recess. Sorry annie *asian peace sign*. English, we had monologues presented. Jenny Hoang made me laugh a little when she threw fake money all over the floor TWICE. LOL! That was memorable. Had a maths test. M1 and M2 had a co ordinate geometry topic test. I literally failed. I wouldn't be surprised if I got below 20%. That's how shit I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday/Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was first and we did volleyball. SS was next and it was one of the boring lessons with table tennis. English and listened to the rest of the class' speeches. Some of the memorable ones were Helen's, Colleen's, Nicole's, Jenny L's, Michelle's and more. Can't say the guys did as well since most had little expressions, very little/no eye contact, giggly and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my speech last. Mine was a rhyming speech so it was sort of like a poem. I was nervous and I think you could hear the nervousness in my voice but I was determined to finish. After I finished, the class seemed to give me a big applause and I even had a few "WOOH"s. LOL. Teacher took my monologue and he said he was going to show the head teacher. I felt happy about my speech :D. I stuffed up a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music and we bludgedd and Science was another boring lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That just about sums up my week. Thanks for reading! LOVE heaps :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was so not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6368924480781468387?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6368924480781468387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-day-sum-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6368924480781468387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6368924480781468387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-day-sum-up.html' title='5 DAY SUM UP'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-2820799899296046198</id><published>2009-08-29T19:05:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:47:49.941+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTFILM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Huynh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Lam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>3)ARTFILM</title><content type='html'>#27
Wow. Been a while since I've blogged. I no longer remember what happened on if you re tell it to me. So instead of blogging about my week, this is going to be ARTFILM #3&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;3)ARTFILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I've been getting into the "Twitter" world. Today, Tanya and Andrew blew up my homepage with their tweets. ROFLMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Went out and jogged. I tied my hair up while jogging and wore a hat so that my fringe didn't get in my way. I sat outside on the steps and my mum was inside. She looked out the door and thought I was some random neighbour who walked in and sat at the foot of the steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My sister was like "NO! IT'S JURA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And my mum was like "NO! The person's wearing a hat and hair is tied!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;"IT IS JURA! IT IS!"
"NO it isn't!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Then I turned around and laughed at my mum while feeling quite cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Been on the computer for quite a long time reading the tweets that Tanya and Andrew are making. It seems to be still continuing but now with other people's tweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I like hugs. Yeah, I hear your "your mum" jokes Annie. ROFL! Pyschic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My skin is getting irratated these days. Stupid weather, it's making my skin go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Going to do a painting tomorrow. Don't know what it is yet but I'll think of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Wearing this T-shirt makes me look like I have muscles. And now you know which part of the body I like, my arms *wink wink*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Going shopping tomorrow to buy a new pair of joggers/sneakers/sport shoes/shoes. Those are the 4 terms I call athletic shoes. I got that from Happyslip. I'M A YOUTUBE FAN! Pfft, like no one knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Communitychannel is my favourite youtuber. Hands up if you know who she is! ROFLMAO! I'm mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Tracey told me a joke yesterday which was lame but I laughed at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Q: What's a laptop's favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A: Choc-CHIPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I didn't get it at first until she said it slowly. That's how lame I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;At tutor yesterday, our class had a test on light and I thought it was pretty easy. Other people seem to find it hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I made up a riddle in Year 6 and it seemed to be one that is either straight forward or makes people think. WANT TO HEAR IT?! It's copyrighted by me so no stealing and claiming it's yours. Sorry, I'm just protective that way but I'm going to share it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A man standing on top of a building jumps and survives. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN GET THAT! Unless you've already heard it from me then yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Being bombed with tweets of Tanya's, Andrew's, Annie's and Anita's throughout the whole page. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Almost finished my monologue. I think it went over the time limit. Better long than short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I wish I had magical powers so I can grant my wishes myself without asking for wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Twitter has died down...for now. I wonder if tomorrow, the tweets will be re-hyped. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Okay, I'm tired from clicking "reload page" on twitter and I think that's all I can think of to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;OH! One more thing...TUMMY SLAP to all who know what I'm talking about. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;DONE&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/1404565418789690286-2820799899296046198?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/2820799899296046198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/3artfilm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/2820799899296046198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/2820799899296046198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/3artfilm.html' title='3)ARTFILM'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-890497064776013545</id><published>2009-08-24T16:35:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:10:30.220+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communitychannel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarrassing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>EMBARRASSING MOMENTS AND JARRED FINGER</title><content type='html'>#26&lt;div&gt;EMBARRASSING MOMENTS AND JARRED FINGER
&lt;div&gt;WHOA! 4 days without one post. This post won't be that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was in the morning and we played basketball. Well, the teacher made this game up with basketballs and it was so boring and tiring. When we finally got to play an actual game, I got hurt. There was no bleeding except for internal bleeding in my middle finger on my right. By that, I mean a bruise. I don't know why but I just like to tell people what happened to me if I ever get hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the ball was bouncing really fast and I was chasing after it. The ball was heading towards one of the poles that held the basketball hoop up. The basketball hits it and my finger goes with it. Yeah, ouch. I pretty much yelled, held my poor finger and almost layed on the floor. I actually did want someone to come with me to get ice but I didn't want anyone to at the same time. I couldn't do anything throughout the day which kind of bugged me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese school and I didn't write anything. Everytime I wrote something, my finger ached. It was all swollen still and it had turned into a purple-blue-black colour. ROFL. Came home and hopped onto computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't do much. I attempted to do some homework as I forced the pain in my finger to write. I ended getting distracted. I twittered a lot as I checked for any new videos on Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4.30, I went out to spend the beautiful day rollerblading. I faced one of those embarrassing moments. Which one? You know when you're just doing your thing by yourself and you see someone you know and they've caught you doing something weird? Yeah, that's what happened to me. I was just rolling up and down my street, swinging my arms and taking in the fresh air until someone (not going to name) I know was walking down my street. I couldn't see her because of my shitty eyesight but she said "Hello Jura". She was with a friend of hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who's that?" *squints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's Carmen."
"O...O...OH! H...h...h...hi..hi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. How embarrassing. She caught me swinging my arms around while rollerskating up and down my street and smiling to myself. My life is just full of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday which is today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My finger is feeling way better but it still aches when I write. It was a clear day today. I saw a rectangular cloud in the sky in the morning. LOL! Wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to school, Annie Huynh and Stephanie told me the funny stuff that happened to them on their excursion on Friday. They said that the things they laughed at were mostly influenced by me. I still don't understand how I influenced them. At least I knew they were thinking of me while they were at excursion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the normal subjects. Recess came. Not much happened. (Enters phrase) Same same but different. Blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch. Annie H, Steph, Theresa and I went to the library to "look for" Gekleng. Went back out then back in. We went between the shelves and Stephanie pointed to one of the books that were on the top shelf and asked Theresa,"Theresa, can you reach that book?" Theresa stood on the steps and Stephanie just grabbed to book. ROFLMAO! Then Annie got a book and placed it on top of the books on the top shelf and asked Theresa to get it. Theresa pulled the book underneath it and both books came falling down. HAHAHAHA! So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back out. A handball was rolling towards us and Annie kicked it. The guy running after the ball turned around to get it. Someone picked it up and threw it over his head and he had to turn around again to get it. It was really funny to watch. The way I described it without actions probably isn't as funny or isn't funny at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETC ETC ETC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time the bell rang for home time, it was bloody raining. How can one nice day turn into a cold, rainy day? The weather in Australia is crazy. Crazy weather makes my skin go funny, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love communitychannel. Sorry, had to add that because it's been a fortnight since her last video and I'm a big fan of Youtube. Are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACE OUT! (that was uncool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-890497064776013545?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/890497064776013545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/embarrassing-moments-and-jarred-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/890497064776013545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/890497064776013545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/embarrassing-moments-and-jarred-finger.html' title='EMBARRASSING MOMENTS AND JARRED FINGER'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6448113498449492246</id><published>2009-08-20T16:32:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:05:56.751+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Huynh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theresa'/><title type='text'>QUIZ AND SHORT SUMMARY</title><content type='html'>#25&lt;div&gt;QUIZ AND SHORT SUMMARY
&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I just couldn't help but do this quiz. Took this off ShaneDawsonTV who took it off WHATTHEBUCKSHOW. Thought I'd do it too because it looked fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1. What's your first name? Jura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;2. Where are you from? Where do you live? Australia, NSW, Sydney. I live in the west side of Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;3. How old are you? 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;4. Whats your Favorite Colour? Green (I added a 'u' in colo'u'r)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;5. Do you have any Pets? Tell me about them- Show them! No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;6. Any siblings older younger? Whats the deal? Any kids? One younger sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;7. Do you collect anything now or when you were little? Umm...key-rings...I don't think I collect as many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;8. Whats your Favorite sport to watch? LOL! None. Can't stand it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;9. Whats your favorite sport to play! A lot of sports, too much to name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;10. What magazines do you subscribe to? Can you subscribe to magazines? I didn't know that so I don't subscribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And that's it. Sorry about not blogging. My day isn't very colourful, only at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here's a quick summary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Came to school, assembly and then rollcall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Went to Lansvale Primary School to be mentors/buddies for the year 3 to teach them some mathematical skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-4 kids were in my group. They're all girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Names are Georgia, Geena, Lilian and Sothea (good memory :D *cough*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bought cough lollies and a sunnyboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Went back to school in time for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gave Annie Huynh and Theresa a hug and Tracey gave me a killer hug by running into me without slowing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Did some boring maths again =='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Came home and on comp watching Youtube, Twitter and other internet related things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-OH! And MSN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just the main summary. The details I'm going to keep to myself because I'm just not bothered to type everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE A GREAT DAY PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6448113498449492246?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6448113498449492246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz-and-short-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6448113498449492246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6448113498449492246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiz-and-short-summary.html' title='QUIZ AND SHORT SUMMARY'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3262238171349869636</id><published>2009-08-18T17:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:38:21.360+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>YOUTUBE QUIZ THING</title><content type='html'>#24&lt;div&gt;YOUTUBE QUIZ THING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this off a blogger called strawburry17. No idea who she is but the quiz looked fun so I'm going to do it too :). She took this off from a popular youtuber 'AmazingPhil'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Username: &lt;/b&gt;JuraChattham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why did you pick it? &lt;/b&gt;It's the most simple and it's my name (obviously LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who did you first subscribe to? &lt;/b&gt;Happyslip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who did you most recently subscribe to? &lt;/b&gt;jkimisyellowish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What does your last text message say? &lt;/b&gt;I don't text that often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any goals?&lt;/b&gt; Plenty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last thing you bought? &lt;/b&gt;Food :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe the person who posted this using one line? &lt;/b&gt;I have no idea who you are but I know you took it from AmazingPhil LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you excited about anything?&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I don't know what though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a crush?&lt;/b&gt; Not at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been drunk? &lt;/b&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the first Youtuber you met in real life?&lt;/b&gt; Do friends count? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last Youtuber you met in real life?&lt;/b&gt; Friends LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you prefer day or night? &lt;/b&gt;Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a member of any collab channels? &lt;/b&gt;I wish though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a secret account? &lt;/b&gt;Not yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in God? &lt;/b&gt;I believe in buddha. Is that a god?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which youtuber do you talk to the most?&lt;/b&gt; xnniehxynh HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Youtuber do you think makes the best videos? &lt;/b&gt;DEFINATELY COMMUNITYCHANNEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You may only subscribe to 5 channels and only wathc their videos. Who will they be? &lt;/b&gt;communitychannel, nigahiga, mychonny, Happyslip, TheStation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt; No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you date a smoker? &lt;/b&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is your favourite place? &lt;/b&gt;Anywhere where that's outdoors, lots of space, full of nature and is peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a happy person? &lt;/b&gt;HECK YES...I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you kiss the person who posted this? &lt;/b&gt;LOL! I seriously don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you take to the desert island? &lt;/b&gt;A boat, lots of water and food, a survival/first aid kit and maybe a friend or more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you prefer sun or snow? &lt;/b&gt;Never seen snow so snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who did you last speak to on the phone? &lt;/b&gt;One of my friends (don't remember who, sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who did you last text? &lt;/b&gt;Annie Huynh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;/b&gt;Going to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favourite flavour of potato chips? &lt;/b&gt;Cheese and onions :L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What size are your feet? &lt;/b&gt;5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want? &lt;/b&gt;A lot of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you need? &lt;/b&gt;More support?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you remember? &lt;/b&gt;Many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you wish? &lt;/b&gt;To have magical powers to grant all my wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confess:&lt;/b&gt; I put others first WAY too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honesty. Do you want people to anonymously post what they REALLY think of you?&lt;/b&gt; No but I can't stop them and I don't take it too heart (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Today was nothing special. Only nail painting was the most memorable...and scratching them off &lt;&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE FUN WITH THE QUIZ...if you're going to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-3262238171349869636?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/3262238171349869636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/24-youtube-quiz-thing-i-took-this-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3262238171349869636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3262238171349869636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/24-youtube-quiz-thing-i-took-this-off.html' title='YOUTUBE QUIZ THING'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6456816743828602653</id><published>2009-08-16T16:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:54:25.787+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>SMALL RANT ON PHONING OPTUS</title><content type='html'>#23&lt;div&gt;SMALL RANT ON PHONING OPTUS
&lt;div&gt;Sunday today and I only just finished painting a picture on Paint. I've put it up on my display picture on MSN. This painting it took me a while to finish. Had to get the background right and all that other shizzle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day was ABSOLUTELY boring. Didn't go out anywhere. If I finish this blog before it gets dark, I'm going for a bike/rollerblade/scooter ride. Woke up at around 8 but fell back to sleep because it was too early (for a weekend to wake). Awoke at 8:15 but was still too early. Had a strange dream every time I fell back to sleep which was during the night, between 8-8.15, 8.15-9, 9-9.05, 9.05-9.15 and 9.15-9.40. I had a dream in between those hours but I don't remember any. LOL! I woke up and ate breakfast and did my normal morning routine. I hopped on computer and stayed on computer for that time being. I did some washing, vacuuming, more washing and then hanging the clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer/internet is really lagging ever since we got a new computer. I really hope it doesn't stay this way forever. I don't want to call the Optus Company because I HATE HOW THEY MAKE YOU HOLD. Not only that, I really don't understand why they would hire indian people to take the calls when THEY CAN'T EVEN SPEAK CLEARLY! The whole time while listening to them jabber on, I tell them to repeat what they say once to BLOODY TEN TIMES!! So I pray you computer/internet, will you be kind enough to SPEED UP?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm going to end it here. Going out to do some exercising :D. Hope you guys had a great week and weekend. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6456816743828602653?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6456816743828602653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-rant-on-phoning-optus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6456816743828602653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6456816743828602653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-rant-on-phoning-optus.html' title='SMALL RANT ON PHONING OPTUS'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3004865887059843009</id><published>2009-08-15T15:20:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:07:28.483+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pwn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viruses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Huynh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oztag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theresa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yesterday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gekleng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>NO MOTIVATION AND DISTRACTION</title><content type='html'>#22&lt;div&gt;NO MOTIVATION AND DISTRACTION
&lt;div&gt;Sorry viewers for not updating well over the past 2 days. I've been distracted by the quizzes. I would lie my way out with a good excuse but I don't have one. Peace *makes the asian peace sign*...&lt;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday was Friday and very little happened that I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rollcall and then PE. Our lesson was pretty fun (for the first time in a long time). We had time to practice our lay-ups in basketball and then we were marked on them. On my first try when getting tested, I missed. On the 2nd try, I got it in the hoop and received 10 out of 10. Pretty happy but it was a fluke so yeah. Recess came and nothing much happened. Sport science and Jenny Hoang wasn't at school. Well, we went to the school oval to play some Oz-tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did warm-ups first of course. Ran/jogged in a square, cutting across the oval for a lap. We did 20 star jumps, 15 push ups, 15 sit ups, running on the spot, running on the spot and touching the ground when the whistle blows and then running on the spot and touching then jumping up into the air when the whistle blows. LOL! Sounds complicated? That was retorical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss split us into 2 teams. 9 players in each team were allowed on the team and I was a sub because there were no more tags. It was fun to talk to miss. I realised I dropped my bracelet. It jumped out of my pocket. I tried to look normal and look for it while miss helped. She asked what colour it was but I couldn't really describe it. She found it for me and was about to give it back to me but she said "Nup, you're not going to hold that while you play." I laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was finally time to sub, I got on the field and Omer let the girls take the ball (for once out of the game). I got the ball and ran the whole way and scored a try. When I was swerving, I could hear the guys in my team going "Oooo..." because the opposing team couldn't reach for my tag. HAHAHAHA! Pwned the guys :D! Felt pretty good because I actually scored a try and ran all the way across the field. Don't need to believe. Felt good proving that girls aren't weak *flex muscles*...*looks down and sigh*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was next and we finally did some "journal". After that, we went outside to practice our different roles and parts in our scenes. I'm getting use reading Shakespeare language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch came and I remember me eating noodles, Gekleng eating that triangular yummy thing she cooked (don't know what it's called) and I don't remember what Theresa was eating. While I was half way eating (swallowed what I had in my mouth), I thought I'd amuse myself by playing a little joke on Gekleng. I pointed towards the back of her and said "Look Gekleng". She looked and I pretended to grab her hand and pretended to eat her food. LOL! I laughed while I thought no one saw what I did. I heard Tracey burst out laughing from her groupd and said "I saw that Jura! Haha..". That was an embarassing moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we sat in a small circle and then Annie Huynh and Stephanie came and sat. LOL! It was the most random chat we ever had. First we were talking about something I don't remember but it all of a sudden move to reflexes. Started when Theresa pretended to push Annie's ice tea while she was drinking. Annie stuck her middle finger to Theresa and I started laughing and said "Annie, your reflex when Theresa tries to do something to you is sticking your rude finger up at her. Hahaha..." I think our small circle laughed and then Stephanie told a story about Mai and her reflex with hitting ping pong balls. HAHAHAHAHA! And that's the clearest memory about our chat so far (until one of you refresh my memory).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music next and we got to choose a song to learn to play in one month as a group/partner. Of course I'm with Annie Huynh and Annie Huynh's with me ;). Annie finally came to the decision of playing "IRIS-The goo goo dolls". The chords in them are harder for me to master. If we find a better and a more fun song to play, we'll change the song (der).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science came next and we continued watching "Outbreak". It's a good movie based on a disease but it scares me. All the stuff in it is EPIC but it's too EPIC that it makes me paranoid. Why do viruses and diseases have to exist in this world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE NEXT DAY...I mean TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up an hour later than the alarm. Come on man, it's damn Chinese school. So went to Chinese school and was boring. Same same but different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home and ate. Went on comp at around 2 till now. I've been writing this blog for that amount of hours. I was distracted by the plentiful quizzes that I'm answering. It's a new form of entertainment for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My form of entertainment on the computer:

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Youtube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Twitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MSN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;New-&lt;/i&gt; Quiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Painting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Composing poems/poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that your form of entertainment on the computer? Probably not. Maybe some, maybe none. LOL. Everyone's different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been working on my song since the day I started doing quizzes. I will finish it and work on it once I can stop getting distracted by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS FOR READING! Hope you all had a great week, if not then a great day, if not then a great tomorrow? LOL. ARTFILM probably tomorrow, along with my blog. *Squints eyes* PEACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-3004865887059843009?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/3004865887059843009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-motivation-and-distraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3004865887059843009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3004865887059843009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-motivation-and-distraction.html' title='NO MOTIVATION AND DISTRACTION'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3265311507310189191</id><published>2009-08-14T16:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:01:25.519+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#21&lt;div&gt;Nice day today. It was pretty warm which means Spring time is coming (derrrr...) which means all those annoying insects are being "born" into the world. Hate those bugs :@ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was looking for quizzes to do. I don't know why but I just wanted to answer some lame questions that aren't necessary for my life. It was fun so I'm going to find more to do today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry readers, I'm too distracted on doing the quizzes. I'll finish off this blog right after I come back from tutor. Thankyou for your patience. Thankyou for your raging. Thankyou for not giving a F@#k. Appreciating every feeling you have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry viewers. Too distracted tonight. I'll blog tomorrow with the sum of today and tomorrows updates (like you care). Sorry and thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-3265311507310189191?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/3265311507310189191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/21-nice-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3265311507310189191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3265311507310189191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/21-nice-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3329337743461286027</id><published>2009-08-13T16:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:49:35.115+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yesterday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UNSW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>CATCH UP FROM YESTERDAY AND TODAY</title><content type='html'>#20&lt;div&gt;CATCH UP FROM YESTERDAY AND TODAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was one of the most boring days at school. Everyone in the group, except Gekleng, went on an excursion to the University of NSW to look at some gruesome body parts. I wish I went to. I'm pretty sure that my science teacher said we were going to go but I don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During school hours, nothing much happened. Nothing memorable at all. Except for me trying to entertain my day with talking to Gekleng but she didn't seem to get my jokes well. Didn't tell any mum jokes at all because I was too bored out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really did want to see some of the images but they couldn't take photos. DAMN. Laughed at the facial expressions when they described a few of the diseased body parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was sort of a catch up on yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a beautiful day. Music first off and we did some text stuff. Annie Huynh said she could do her work when I was at guitar lessons. When she said that, she had a sad face written on her face. Not literally but her facial expressions were sad. ROFLMAO! She did this hand/wrist movement thing that she took. It was funny the way she did that. At that point, I realised I was a distraction to her in class. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess came and not much happened. It was then english and I finally got my script. IT'S SO LONG! Oh well. I can cope. As I've mentioned before, I'm doing a male role. I reckon I can pronouce the words clearly enough :). Sport science came and we went to computer room to continue the task. I rushed my task last night. I showed it to miss and she pointed out I was meant to talk about the women's sport. DAMN. I'll fix it during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science. We did a lame experiement with germs on our hands. Jun, Tracey and I were in a group (because we're on the same table). Jun rinsed his hands under running tap water and then used a finger to rub all around the Agarplate for 15 seconds. Tracey washed her hands with the soap we made in class and again, rubbed her finger on a second Agarplate for 15 secs. I used the Detol Handsanitiser that is suppose to kill 99.99% of germs. This is going to be a test for the Detol company ROFLMAO! We sealed the Agarplates up and then they were put into the incubator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the second period of science, we went into the lab next door the watch a movie called "Outbreak". That is the scariest medical movie I've ever seen in my life. It was based on a disease called Haemoragic Fever. That movie has made most of the class paranoid, especially the girls. Symptoms of this disease I have described before in one of my blogs. This movie exaggerated on the disease. It isn't airborne but they made it airborne. Everything else is true though. I'm paranoid about it now. I'll forget about it soon (like forgetting about swine flu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bell rang for lunch and my appetite sort of decreased because of that movie. I still ate because I was hungry and it'll be a waste of food if I don't eat it. Forgot about the movie and disease during lunch. LOL! Stephanie, Theresa, Sally, Annie Huynh and I sat in a circle and we were talking about random things. All I remember from that topic changing conversation was about cartoon shows. Started off with Dragonball Z and then went on to different channels of cartoon shows. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch was maths. We did one exercise. During the last period of the day/the second period of maths, we had a surds topic test. I am most certain that I already got 2 questions wrong minimum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home and hopped onto the computer. First thing I do is sign on, check youtube page, find youtube videos to watch, twitter and then blogged. I'm going to have dinner soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had a fun day and isn't scared like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-3329337743461286027?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/3329337743461286027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-up-from-yesterday-and-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3329337743461286027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3329337743461286027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/catch-up-from-yesterday-and-today.html' title='CATCH UP FROM YESTERDAY AND TODAY'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6024923457262420019</id><published>2009-08-11T16:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:37:11.034+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#19&lt;div&gt;WHAT A BLOODY COLD DAY TODAY! It was damn cloudy and damn breezy. The air was like a chill and it was WAY colder than yesterday. Everytime I saw someone not wearing a jumper, I feel colder. Do you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today started off with rainy weather. Headed to school early to find just a small jam so got to school earlier than expected. Tanya waved to me but I couldn't see her face clearly and was confused. I pointed to myself with a questioning face, Tanya nodded and I was like "OHHH!" *waves*. Fail. Sorry Tanya, hehe *sigh*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The schedule of a Tuesday started off like any other school day, rollcall. It was maths next and we did 2 exercises. English came and everyone was finally in their groups and had parts. I'm playing Petruchio (which is a male character) and there's only one person in my group. You know who's playing Kate/Katherine? William Q. Yeah. He wanted the female role and sir put me with him to play the other part which was Petruchio. I have like 3 pages to memorise while his only takes up about 2. Laugh all you want people. I'm cool with the fact you guys actually read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, recess then history then grade sport. We watched "Night at the Museum". I enjoyed the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home time. Ate, finished off tutor homework and is about to have dinner. LOL. I didn't eat that many snacks so I could still fit a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to go tutor soon at around 6.45. I don't want to get my marks back. I'm certain I failed.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading! Until next time, peace out ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(that was not cool at all | I'm so lame)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6024923457262420019?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6024923457262420019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/19-what-bloody-cold-day-today-it-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6024923457262420019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6024923457262420019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/19-what-bloody-cold-day-today-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-7692264021084502193</id><published>2009-08-10T16:58:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:23:47.095+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='same'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTFILM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Huynh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>COLD DAY | SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT</title><content type='html'>#18&lt;div&gt;COLD DAY | SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
&lt;div&gt;Today was a FREAKEN cold day. Throughout the day, I'm pretty sure almost everyone was shivering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I didn't want to get out of bed. My bed was warm and outside the blanket felt like a fridge. I may be a little bit exaggerating but it was still bloody cold. Did all the normal things I do before school like get changed, wash face, breakfast, brush teeth, comb hair, pack bag, socks and shoes on and blah blah blah blah. Got to school, assembly, rollcall and then it was english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't do much in english. We were writing down things from the teacher about the movie and then we did one sheet of the english rules. Sir wrote down the main scenes of "the taming of the shrew" and we were meant to split into groups and choose a scene to act out. Ran out of time so we'll be continuing that tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE was boring. Wrote down stuff about drugs. Recess came and it was (again) same same but different. I think I'll be writing that a lot in my blogs. Next was maths and it was boring also. SS and we went to computer room to continue our task. Lunch came and it was also same same but different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History. Didn't do much except for writing down answers for a sheet the teacher handed out. Music came and it was quite quick (to me). Played Annie Huynh part of my song but it sounded bad on the nylon guitars. Totally sounds better on my steel string guitar. I'm going to rid the lyrics and melody I made yesterday because my sister and Annie wanted a more lively song so I'll try that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, watched Youtube, attempted to do tutor homework but managed to do 3. That means I have 3 more questions left. LOL. I'll finish them off tonight, along with my other homework *unless I forget*. I'm going make each quote that I type in * to be a cough cough, under the breath phrase. Hope you'll understand that when I post up tomorrow's blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me if I you guys prefer my blogs or my "ARTFILM" stuff. Don't need to answer but I'd greatly appreciate the answer. I want to make my blogs more interesting and more fun to read but I guess I just don't have that much of an ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[My homie]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't stay down for too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sadness will blow out the lights among"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S ALL FOLKS! (guess where that quote came from :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-7692264021084502193?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/7692264021084502193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/cold-day-same-same-but-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7692264021084502193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7692264021084502193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/cold-day-same-same-but-different.html' title='COLD DAY | SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-4926566817246825530</id><published>2009-08-09T20:57:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:23:42.167+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTFILM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Lam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scratch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>2) ARTFILM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;#17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;2) ARTFILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Yes it is. ARTFILM 2. I already spoke about my day today so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I've been working on my song and guess what? I FINISHED 2 VERSES AND THE CHORUS! GO ME!! I'm really proud of it (like how I'm proud around your mum at night) and I've just finished the 3rd verse! It sounds like a calm and happy song to me but my sister said it's kind of a slow song. I'm not going to change it because I spent A LOT of energy writing this song. I'll reveal the title right after I finish composing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Clue: Starts with S and ends with G and it's 2 words just to make it a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;tiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;bit more easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;LOL. To those who know what the title is, don't reveal it or else the surprise will be ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My ear's been hurting. I think the ear is causing the headache. I have like a scratch in my ear or something. How did it get there? I think I scratched too hard when my ear was feeling itchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I didn't finish my tutor homework yet because there's only 6 questions. I read them and found them hard. I'll call Annie Lam tomorrow so we can sort of do it together. Smart? No? Lazy? I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;LOTS of pats and hugs to Annie Huynh. I'm here for you bro so come on over and I'll hang with your mum while you go out with mine and we could then head upstairs and have a.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;What on earth were you people thinking?! LOL! I'm only joking viewers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I changed my bedsheets. I didn't change in a month and I'm suppose to change it every week. Well, at least I changed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;My capo has come in use. My song is in a different key now because I'm using a capo. I still don't even know what key it is without the capo. LOL. Stuff it, it sounds good and that's all I care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Did you know your brain is more active asleep than you watching tv? That's wierd man. I wish I had a brain like a dolphin. Their brain is really cool. Half the brain goes to sleep as the other half controls the dolphin to rise to the surface to breathe and stuff. Then the halves swap roles. I want to be able to do that but for homework and all that other shizzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I recieved 50 bucks today. Did I mention that in the earlier blog? I probably did. ROFL! I answered my own question. Did you know I can finish off other people's sentences too? That last one, you didn't need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I want to see my dog again. It's been 3 years since we gave him away. He's probably grown into a big dog, the size of your mums.. ANYWAY! I think I'm having moodswings because I keep making mum jokes and they're getting worse. I can't crack mum jokes around people who will back away. That makes me feel cut because it makes me feel like they don't know I'm joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Who cares. I'm use to it and the jokes won't stop there. I think I'll end it before I start talking about more random shizz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;DONE&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/1404565418789690286-4926566817246825530?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/4926566817246825530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-artfilm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4926566817246825530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4926566817246825530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-artfilm.html' title='2) ARTFILM'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-4946349043271799614</id><published>2009-08-09T14:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:31:56.878+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTFILM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>#16&lt;div&gt;Today's a beautiful day but it's sooo damn cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened today (like every other day). It was like any other Sunday, same same but different. I made a new painting and it took me quite a long time to get it all perfect. Drawing the lines took ages because I was trying to be very accurate. Filling the gaps with colours took a long time too because I did a mistake and had to refill them again. Then I added circles to give it a more hypnotic look. I tried staring at it for a long time but it resulted with dry eyes and too much colour. I guess it did work a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad gave me $50 as a birthday present. My sister got $50 too because that's the way it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been out anywhere but to the temple to buy some vegetarian food. LOL. You're thinking, "Wow Jura, you're so cheap and lazy" but I can't help going the easy and cheap way. It tastes good and it saves money. I reckon that's better that spending a heap of money and getting a small box (derrrr).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, my legs are still in pain and I still get headaches at times. They come in strong throbbing aches rather that a small and continuous pain. My hands and feet are cold right now from the chilli weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the next blog will be ARTFILM. No, probably not since tomorrow is a school day. I'll try make ARTFILM a more random and funny blog. I think that's meant to be the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that the title I put are sucky and boring. If anyone can suggest a way to make them more interesting, leave a comment or something. You SHOULD leave a comment but it's upto you. No pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Hope all you people have had a good week and an enjoyable Sunday. I know I think I have. HA! That's 3 I's in a sentence. Impressive? No? Ok. I might blog some more if I have time tonight or if something "amazing" happens.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-4946349043271799614?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/4946349043271799614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4946349043271799614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4946349043271799614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-sunday.html' title='ANOTHER SUNDAY'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-7269331958715779338</id><published>2009-08-08T15:55:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:18:10.679+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARTFILM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>#1. ARTFILM (Another Random Text From Idiots Like Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;#15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;1) ARTFILM (Another Random Text From Idiots Like Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;As you can see, I changed the skin of my blog page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Woke up at 7.30 today to get ready to go chinese school. It was bloody boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Came home and tried to continue the song. I got rid of the melody I made up yesterday because my sister said it sounded "asian". I need ideas for a good melody or two. I'm going to work on it later tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Haven't been out anywhere today. My headache just came back again. My eyes seem swollen today. I've been having itchy eyes since yesterday (or the day before). I came up with 2 reasons of why they could be itchy :1. Too much dust in the room  2. Hair pricking my eye(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'm pretty sure it's the hair. On that note, I found a disadvantage of being an asian with chinky eyes (not including asians with wider eyes). When you feel something in your eye, YOU CAN'T FREAKEN OPEN THE EYE(S) WIDE ENOUGH TO SEE! I was pissed off when I could feel something in my eye and I tried to find it but it resulted with a red, teary eye and hopelessness of opening the eye wide enough. So I got eyewash and it felt better. I think there was an eyelash in my eye because it didn't feel irratated anymore when I washed my eye with eyewash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Why am I talking about eyes? Anyway, today, the sky is blue again and I'm indoors with sore legs and arms from playing basketball yesterday. I should've stretched more before I played. Did I say I bought a capo for my guitar yet? I don't remember but I'll say it anyway. I bought a capo for my guitar! ROFL. I make myself laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I realised a few days ago that I have become lamer over the years. What does that mean you ask? Maybe you didn't ask that but ANYWAY, I laugh at the lamest of jokes. Not the extremely lame ones like "What's a penguin's favourite food? An Iceburger" but more like "Who is a penguin's aunty? AUNTARCTICA". Yeah, I laughed at that joke. I laugh more at these categories of jokes: mum jokes, racist jokes, blonde jokes, that's what she said jokes and any other joke that makes sense and makes me laugh (your head thinks, "Well narrr Juraaaa..." I blurt,"HAHAHAHA..!").  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;What the hell was this blog about? I'm talking about random stuff. I'll probably name my random blogs something. This can be the first random blog (Y). I'll call it ARTFILM which stands for Another Random Text From Idiots Like Me. I know I'm not an idiot...Or am I? I probably am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'm going to write the title of the blogs within the blog now because the skin doesn't show the title. I'll stop when I change to a different skin that shows the title. And I'm going to change the text colour when I write  ARTFILM. LOL! I'm so bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Well, thanks for reading readers! Hope you guys had a great start and end to the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;DONE&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/1404565418789690286-7269331958715779338?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/7269331958715779338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-artfilm-another-random-text-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7269331958715779338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7269331958715779338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-artfilm-another-random-text-from.html' title='#1. ARTFILM (Another Random Text From Idiots Like Me)'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-4017508751889222818</id><published>2009-08-07T21:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:38:46.167+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bruise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bogan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theresa'/><title type='text'>BOGAN DAY (sorry if the word offended anyone)</title><content type='html'>#14&lt;div&gt;Today, the day started off with blue sky. Had PE in the morning and my class played basketball. I don't think I stretched properly because my legs hurt. Well we started off with warm ups and then the teacher sorted us into teams. We played against the teams and I was poofed. Yeah, the word poofed made people give me the eyebrow look. I was really tired and was very sweaty. I sweat a lot and I don't know why I sweat more than other people. Anyway, I bruised my finger and only found out after recess during the beginning of SS. I sat out for the double period with ice around my the tip of my finger and was extremely bored and I had a bloody headache, which I still have. English came and we continued watching the movie and we finished it. Lunch came and not much happened. I remember laughing a lot, being fed by Theresa and laughing some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Cabra after school and while going back to the carpark to go home, there was this bogan. Not a female bogan but a "male" bogan. That's the first time I've seen a man bogan. LOL. He was on the ramp of the station and there was someone lighting a cigarette for him. He was saying "THANKS MAN! THANKS!" and stumbled down the ramp, the same way I was going down too. We (mum, sister and I) were behind him and was trying not to get too close. He was stumbling a lot so he sat down and then he spat and almost got 2 people who were running down. He got up and said "SORRY!" and continued to go down the ramp. He went to a small asian man sitting down on the bench and shouted, "DO YOU KNOW WHEN THE BUS COMES? DO YOU KNOW WHEN THE BUS COMES?". I think the man said no and he went to the next bench and shouted at 2 asian women the same thing. We crossed the road quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home today and continued to compose my song. I got the melody of the verse and I'm SUPER PROUD!...of myself *G flick*...*face palm*. Went tutor and still had the headache since the morning and came home, showered and now modifying what I have for the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading my boring life viewers/readers. Why do I call you guys that? I don't know. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-4017508751889222818?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/4017508751889222818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/bogan-day-sorry-if-word-offended-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4017508751889222818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4017508751889222818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/bogan-day-sorry-if-word-offended-anyone.html' title='BOGAN DAY (sorry if the word offended anyone)'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-7304133655150140463</id><published>2009-08-06T18:45:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:08:04.655+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='789'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>DEEP INSIDE, I START A SONG</title><content type='html'>#13&lt;div&gt;That's right, I started composing a song. It all happened last night where I had a motivation to write a song. I've never written a song before and this one is the first. It doesn't have a title yet, no lyrics yet, no melody yet but I've already layed out the chords and structure of the song. I'm still working on how I'm going to improvise over it, as well as thinking of a good melody to go with it. The melody will be the vocal(s) of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really proud of it so far and I hope this song is going to turn out as good as getting an A on a test paper. LOL. I have high expectations *face palm*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today started off with a pretty cold morning and I had the maths competition. The last few questions were HARD. Then it was recess and not much happened. Then it was english and we continued to watch "The Taming of the Shrew". We didn't finish watching it yet and I hope it's a long movie so we can keep enjoying it. Then it was SS and we went to the computer room to research a task that the teacher set for us. Science came and it was a double period. I was hungry and I kept asking Tracey for the time. We were still doing diseases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soaps are finally set. It did look like soap but the smell (to me) smelt like fatty cream cake. Does that smell good? You can say it smelt edible, not good, but edible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was lunch and blabber blabber blabber blabber. Maths came and was boring as usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, ate a bit, watched a bit of tv, continued composing my PROUD song (sorry, I'm excited about this song) and got on computer to Youtube and Twitter and other educational stuff *cough cough*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 789 tomorrow AND I WANT TO GO! Whoever knows what that is, LET'S BE FRIENDS. If you're already my friend, let's get closer...like the way I get closer to your mum ;D ROFLMAO! If you can't see that I'm joking, I'll high five your face. And if you can't see that I'm joking on that too, I'll flick you...in the face...within my mind. LOL! Violent thoughts FOR THE WIN! ...Don't hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a good day and a less boring one to mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-7304133655150140463?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/7304133655150140463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-inside-i-start-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7304133655150140463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7304133655150140463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-inside-i-start-song.html' title='DEEP INSIDE, I START A SONG'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-7059130985130797335</id><published>2009-08-05T17:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:28:40.848+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parasites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='substitute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Western Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fungus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#12&lt;div&gt;Continuing from last night after tutor, I received punches which really hurt. I started tearing after that and I couldn't stop it because it just leaked out of my eyes. I wasn't crying but it's like a reflex. This morning, I could feel a bruise on my arm because of that. She used her knuckle and punched it into my arm for the birthday punches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went to school, went to rollcall then went to science. We were talking about different diseases and listing down some of the diseases we knew. Did you know influenza (the flu) killed the most people throughout the whole world, more than World War I and II put together? That's a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the teacher went on about infectious and non-infectious disease, parasites, fungus and other stuff that can make humans sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher said that we were going to watch a documentary on a disease called "Hemorogic Fever". Doesn't sound scary but when you hear the symptoms, it's horrible. Symptoms start off like the flu with body aches and stuff then later on, you start to sweat blood and you die. All this happens in a week so it doesn't spread quickly. It's transferred when you touch the infected person's blood. CAN YOU IMAGINE BLOOD UNDER YOUR ARMPITS AND ALL OVER THE REST OF YOUR BODY?! When I heard the symptoms being described, my hands went weak from imaging the pain of sweating blood, literally went weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of that, after science was recess. After recess was music and we had 2 ladies from University of Western Sydney come in and film us. It was a little bit awkward with 2 ladies wandering around and filming. Then I had sport science. It was boring to me. Didn't do much except for some cricket which I didn't really play. Our teacher wasn't here so we first had a PE teacher sub which was going good until the next period when we had an english teacher sub. She didn't supervise us well so most of us just drifted and did nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch came and nothing much happened either. It was same same but different. Then it was maths where we just marked our test paper. History came and we moved to E43. Did spelling test and a bit of Powerpoint slideshow watching with a bit of writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home and pulled weeds out of the fence. The whole time I was pulling weeds, I kept thinking, "Spider spider spider spider..." because I was scared spider(s) would come out from behind the weeds and bite me. Yeah, I'm paranoid by spiders and other insects that bite/sting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's about it. Hope you viewers/readers had a good day too! If not then hope you have a good day tomorrow? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-7059130985130797335?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/7059130985130797335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-continuing-from-last-night-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7059130985130797335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/7059130985130797335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-continuing-from-last-night-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-6418408855688338646</id><published>2009-08-04T16:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:42:15.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF BEING 15</title><content type='html'>#11&lt;div&gt;Yeah. It's my birthday today and I got a WHOLE HEAP of birthday wishes :D. THANKYOU! I received presents which they looked expensive. I received 3 seasons of "Friends", a Westfields $50 gift card, pencil case, Cadbury chocolate, box of lollies on sticks (I know that sounds wierd) and 2 cards. Altogether, I was thinking about how much they cost which doesn't help my cheapyness but I was really touched by all of them. THANKYOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART! (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sorry that I didn't express my feelings (happy) properly. As you can see, I suck at being happy as well as any other emotion. If I could describe the feelings inside of me, I would but it's going to take too long so all I can say is - thankyou, I am really grateful and touched in the heart. I know that line sounds cheap but I'm quite speechless by all the presents and wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides my birthday, I was whacked by a hockey stick today during grade sport. Not whacked on the leg, not whacked on the arm but whacked in the neck. You can laugh but I'm just going to say this, if it happened to you, I think you would have cried because the force gave me a bruise on my neck. Yeah, I'm that resistant to pain that I didn't cry. LOL. You don't have to believe me but you can ask other people who saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the game as we waited for our bus, some darn car drove by and chocolate hit my shirt. Jenny H said she saw a guy through it out the window. I was pissed off but I didn't show that well either. Mr Wilkins told the people who saw that incident to write it on a piece of paper and hand it to him so he can hand it to the principal. I don't want it to turn into a big problem but I don't think I can stop it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going to go damn tutor at 6.45. There's going to a test =='. This birthday just has to end badly. Oh well, there's always next year. That reminds of the time the Year 5 basic skills test was set on my birthday. That was fail too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-6418408855688338646?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/6418408855688338646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-being-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6418408855688338646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/6418408855688338646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-being-15.html' title='FIRST DAY OF BEING 15'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-1408876865928922459</id><published>2009-08-03T16:19:00.020+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:09:47.328+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viewers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie Huynh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF BEING 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOL. As the title of this blog says, it's the last day of me being 14. I still feel like it's only been yesterday that I first step foot into the High School life. Why did I say that? I don't know. It makes me feel younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Moving on. I still need to study more for the damn tutor test. BUT I DON'T WANT TO! *crys internally*. That bit sounds wierd. Sounds like I have a flood inside me. Back on track, I don't want to study for a difficult test that's going to be set on my FREAKEN BIRTHDAY! What a way to spend the end of the day on my birthday. Oh well, there's always next year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I finally made a tag board for you viewers to comment in. I found out today that I actually have people viewing my blog, not just me. That's funny in a way because now I can learn to keep deep things in 'shallow' things out (shallow as in able to expose..as in able to tell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;First time I'm going to say this on my blog but I hope you guys out there are going on well. I know I am...excluding the DAMN TEST THAT'S TOMORROW!! Keep on smiling. If you're not in a good mood, you can come to me and I'll "try" to cheer you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FEEL FREE TO COMMENT YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Borrowed" the quiz Annie Huynh found. Found it interesting so I thought I'd have a go at it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A-Accidents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;01. Have you ever been in a car accident? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;02. Do you have a lot of scars? Yes-on my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;03. Have you ever been in a fist fight with someone? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;04. Have you ever seriously hurt anyone by mistake? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;05. Have you ever had stitches? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;B-Beauty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;06. Do you consider yourself beautiful? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;07. Are you self concious of how you look? No, not really/Yes, a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;08. Do you put on a lot of make-up? Can't wear make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;09. Would you ever consider getting plastic surgery? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. What do you think makes a person beautiful? Truthful personality that makes people around them feel comfortable and relaxed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;C-Consequences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. What was the longest amount of time you've been grounded for? I don't get grounded, just disciplined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12. What would you do if you got pregnant, keep it or have an abortion? Keep it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13. Do you ever think about how your actions affect other people? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;14. What do you think is the worst punishment someone could give you? Not only leave me when I'm in a desperate situation but making it worse on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;15. What is one thing you wish you didn't do, just because it wasn't worth it? Not being friends with those who had no friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;D-Dealing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16. When you are mad at someone, how do you show them? I don't like showing it but I have this serious face that I can't stop showing when I get mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. Name a time when you had to be strong? When I had no friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;18. Have you ever dealt with a divorce or parents fighting? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19. When people at school don't accept you, or have problems with you, how do you react? Stay calm and ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20. Have you ever lost someone to death? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E-Experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21. Have you ever had a job? Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22. Do you think that you are sexually experienced or not at all? WTH? Not at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;23. Have you gone through a lot emotionally, or has life been easy this far? Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;24. Do you think you are ready to be on your own (have your own home, job, etc.)? Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;25. How old do you act? I don't know, at times older, at times younger but not the age...I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;F-Family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;26. Is there anyone in your family you don't talk to? Sort of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;27. If you had to choose, family or friends? Can't really answer that, I might lose my family or get ditched by my friends if I answered that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;28. Can you tell your parents or one of your parents anything? Depends on situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;29. Do you have any siblings? Yes, younger sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;30. How often do you spend 'quality time' with family members? Not much, just with sister and mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;G-Growing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;31. How tall are you? How tall do you wish you were? I am 158cm (5'2"-5'3"), wish I was 160-165 cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;32. Do you think that you have grown more in the past year that any year before that? No, I grew about 1 cm over the past year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;33. As a person, do you think you are mature for your age or still act childish? Both, depending on situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;34. Are you scared to think that one day you will turn 30, then 40, then 50? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;35. Do you believe you still have a lot to learn? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;H-Hope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;36. Love-real or not? Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;37. Are you a pessimist or an optimist? Leaning to the optimist (pessimist when stressing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;38. Do you believe in fate, that everything happens for a reason, or do you think that our actions lead the way? Both, there are paths to follow and they all have bumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;39. Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;40. What gives you hope when you just feel like dying? People within my life like friends and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I-Issues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;41. Do you suffer from depression or constant sadness/loneliness? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;42. Do you have any type of disease or disability? Does eczema count? If not then No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;43. Are you currently in a hard realationship or have bad luch with the opposite sex? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;44. Do you think that you are alone in this world? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;45. How often do you think about death, suicide or running away? Death-all the time on what it'll be like, suicide-never, running away-never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;J-Jokes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;46. Are you usually the one making people laugh, or the other way around? Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;47. Do you cry when you laugh to hard? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;49. Do you ever get in trouble for laughing or talking a lot during class? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;K-Knowledge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;50. The purpose of school? Education, safe place, socialising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;51. Do people refer to you as smart, dumb, or average? Smart so they expect good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;52. What was the highest grade you have recieved? A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;53. What was your last average? I don't know which topic this question is asking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;54. What do you find most interesting subject to be (to study or to talk about)? At school, biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;L-Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;55. Are you currently in love? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;56. Do people around you show you a lot of love (tell you they love you, hug you, kiss you, etc.)? Friends, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;57. Is love worth it? Depends if the other loves you or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;58. Do you hate it when young teenagers say they 'love' someone that they've been dating for a few months? Depends on that too (sorry couples out there, I mean no harm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;59. Does it take a lot for you to say you love someone, or is it just a word? Takes a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;M-Money:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;60. Do you believe that money makes the world go round? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;61. Is your family on the poor side, average, or above average when it comes to money? Average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;62. Are you saving up for college/university, or planning to? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;63. Would you rather win millions of dollars to be set for life or find the perfect person to marry and start a family with? If that person existed, I'd choose the second choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;64. On a scale of 1-10, how important is money to you? 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;N-Naughty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;65. Are you a virgin? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;66. What do you think about doing sexual things with someone you're not going out with? Uncomfortable and bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;67. Do you know anybody you consider a slut? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;68. If you could, would you erase some things you did in the past or make it so you did more? Or are you okay with everything you have done? Erase some things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O- Openness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;70. How long does it take for you to open up to someone? I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;71. What does it take for you to fully trust someone? A LOT of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;72. Are you generally untrusting towards people because of past experiences, or any other reason? Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;73. When are you comfortable with someone sexually? WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;74. When it comes to parents and close friends, what's the limit of what you can tell them? I don't get that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P-Positive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;75. Have you ever had an experience with someone that didn't necessarily end positively? What experience is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;76. Do you agree with the saying: better to have loved and lost than no have loved at all? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;77. Are you more Optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;78. Do you agree that something good can come out of everything? Not everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;79. Have you ever had a time where something really bad happened, but something really good happened because of it? Yes, learning to ride a bike/rollerblades/skateboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Q-Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;80. When faced with a problem, do you ask for help or try to figure it out yourself? First try myself then ask for help if unsuccessful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;81. Do you often question the world and how we came? All the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;82. Do you think the government is truthful? fifty fifty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;83. When someone does something wrong to you, do you confront them and ask them why they did it or just let it go? Most of the time, let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;84. What is one unsolved mystery about the world that you want answers to? Too much to choose from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;R-Respect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;85. How do you show respect? Having manners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;86. What can someone do for you to lose all respect for them? I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;87. Do you respect your teachers, parents and other authority figures? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;88. When you are disrespectful to your parents, what is the punishment? A long lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;89. If someone is mean to you, are you mean back or do you kill them with kindness? LOL. I do nothing but I'd be bashing them up in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;S-School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;90. If you are still in school, what grade will you be going into? 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;91. When will you graduate high school/college? 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;92. After high school, what did you do/are you planning to do? Go to University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;93. Do you like or hate school? What do you like/hate about it? It's normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;94. Have you ever been suspended, expelled or dropped out of school? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;T-Temptation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;95. Have you ever done something wrong, knowing it was wrong, because something inside of you said it was okay? Yes but it wasn't that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;96. Has anyone ever pressured you to smoke or drink? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;97. Did you ever cheat on someone? Why did you do it? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;98. Did you ever want to do something sexual with someone you didn't really know or love? What did you end up doing? ROFLMAO! No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;99. Do you give in to temptation easily, or are you more independent and strong willed? I have a stronger will but I can give into temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;U-Unique:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;100. Would you rather blend in with the crowd or stand out? Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;101. Do you do a lot of things because your friends are doing it? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;102. Do you follow trends, wear whatever you want, or wear unique pieces? What ever I think suits me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;103. Do you give in easily to peer pressure? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;104. What makes you different from people your age? I don't know, everyone's different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;V-Value:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;105. What's the most expensive thing in your room? Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;106. Would you sacrifice your life for other people? Who's it for? Yes, family,friends, relatives and anyone who is part of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;107. What is something you value not because it costs a lot, but because it means a lot to you? Buddha necklaces and statues (yeah, I'm religious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;108. If there was a fire in your house/apartment, what is the one thing you would want to save? Family photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;109. Do you think past memories and experiences are more valuable that what could happen? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;W-Wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;110. If you had 3 wishes, what would they be? 1. Magical powers 2. Peace throughout the galaxy 3. Cures for all illnesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;111. Would you rather wish yourself to be happy or your loved ones? Loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;112. Do you believe that wishes come true if you really believe in them? Depending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;113. Have you ever had a wish come true? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;114. Do you find wishing for things a waste of thime because everything that's meant to happen, will happen? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;X-Xanga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;115. Do you know what Xanga means? No. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Y-You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;116. Are you more independent or social? Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;117. What is something that makes you very mad when you see it? Any physical and/or verbal abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;118. Do you think that you have potential to do great things? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;119. What kind of person would you be if you didn't have guidance from family members, God, teachers, etc.? Probably someone mean and bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;120. Do you think people are generally good? Yes, but they still have a bad side to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Z-Zest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;121. Are you currently happy with your life? Why or why not? Yes because the people in my life are still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;122. Are you more outgoing, ready for anything, or boring and shy? I'm ready for anything...I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;123. When change occurs, do you get scared or are you excited for it? Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;124. Do you like to try new things, meet new people? Depending on the new things and depending on the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;125. What is the most motivational thing in the world? Family and friends who are supportive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-1408876865928922459?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/1408876865928922459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-being-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1408876865928922459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1408876865928922459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-day-of-being-14.html' title='LAST DAY OF BEING 14'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-858632035534750440</id><published>2009-08-02T18:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:12:34.366+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamingtons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DBSK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garlic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mychonny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quadratics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>CAME OVER TO STUDY</title><content type='html'>#9&lt;div&gt;This morning, I woke up at around 9. Had some breakfast, did a bit of vacuuming, clothes hanging and computering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Annie Lam's house today to study for the stupid quadratics test. I went at 12 and we started studying straight away...sort of. We read through our theory stuff and then we did some Pre exam questions. We finished Q1 and then skipped to Q12. We got up to e) and then we ran out of battery. It was hard so we drifted off and did other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought jam lamingtons to her house and we had one each (because I only brought 2) and then did a bit of looking around on the net. We then tried to proceed back into the questions but it was too difficult. Annie showed me some pictures of Big Bang and DBSK. I showed her 3 mychonny videos: the one where he does a Michelle Phan parody, "How to get girls in night clubs" and a parody on the song "Sorry sorry".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played a few songs on the guitar. I had the best reaction from her. No one ever gave me that epic reaction when I play the guitar before so she was the first. LOL. It made me feel G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home and attempted to peel garlic. The garlic made some of the skin on my hand sting. If I didn't have dry skin, I'd be killing the garlic (as in peeling the skin perfectly, not stabbing it to pieces).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then had shower, had dinner and yeah. That's basically my day. It was a blue sky again today but we (Annie and I) spent our time indoors studying *cough sort of cough cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-858632035534750440?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/858632035534750440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/came-over-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/858632035534750440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/858632035534750440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/came-over-to-study.html' title='CAME OVER TO STUDY'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-5076629135182050191</id><published>2009-08-01T21:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:23:45.189+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yesterday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mychonny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icecream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>COUSIN LEAVING</title><content type='html'>#8&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I forgot to blog and know I don't remember what happened yesterday. Oh well, it wasn't that important because nothing fun happened. All I remembered was laughing at school and going to tutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well last night/this early morning, I had a wierd and MEAN dream (mean as in eg. being teased etc). I won't go into that since it's going to take up a lot of space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I went to Chinese School which sucked. So boring. When it was time to go, me and my sister went to Fairfield to eat maccas. Went for a bit of shopping but didn't manage to buy anything so that saved money. That last line just made me sound like a cheap asian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to grandma's house and we played with our cousin (more like watch youtube vids). We watched some funny stuff like cc (if you know what that is, GREAT!) and mychonny then we went onto watching ghosts caught on camera/photo stuff. It was pretty funny because after about 4 videos, we went to watch "What the fart". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went downstairs to eat dinner and then went outside to eat some &lt;b&gt;BULLA&lt;/b&gt; ice cream because our grandpa was smoking indoors. We imagined ghosts while we were eating we were laughing. My sister said, "imagine, there was a ghost coming this way and stacked it". That was hilarious. When different people passed, it was perfect timing when we said crazy stuff about ghost sightings. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, my cousin is going back home. I'm going to miss her. She's going to LA too and I'm jealous. I have to wait another 2 years before her family comes back to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-5076629135182050191?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/5076629135182050191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/cousin-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/5076629135182050191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/5076629135182050191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/08/cousin-leaving.html' title='COUSIN LEAVING'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-1862470878793909448</id><published>2009-07-29T18:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:43:42.783+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reproductive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>2ND DAY</title><content type='html'>#7&lt;div&gt;Not much happened. It's just like every other day of school. First off was rollcall, then it was science. Not much happened in science except for drawing the reproductive systems, hence labelling the different organs and then writing down what each organ did. A little bit disturbing but at least it was a drawn picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess was same but different. Music came next and we started another topic which was on "Popular Music". We got this not that needed to be filled for this filming/interview/bookwork thing for the people from Western Sydney University because they're going to come down to our class and do those things for their project. I don't like cameras but I don't mind being interviewed (depending on the questions).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sport science then followed and we played that fortress thingy. I didn't do much either since the ball never came to me. Teacher complimented on my hair which made me feel embarrassed? Good? I don't know. I don't get compliments about the way I look so I guess this year/term is the first. LOL. *face palm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch came and blah blah blah blah blah. Maths was boring and History was okay boring if that made sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracey came over to get her book that I borrowed and to return my book that she borrowed. Played her 2 songs on the guitar, went to her house and listened to her play 4 and that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie Huynh reminded me my birthday was next week and I was stoned for a few seconds before I realised. LOLed to that too. That's it I guess until the next boring blog of my boring life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-1862470878793909448?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/1862470878793909448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1862470878793909448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1862470878793909448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/2nd-day.html' title='2ND DAY'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-7974540476753673138</id><published>2009-07-28T16:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:48:22.677+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>#6&lt;div&gt;I realised my last blog had the wrong number on it. Woops. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was the first day back to school for term 3. I woke up at 7, packed my things and got ready. I got one of those toothpicks I "took" from the restaurant and put one in my bag. I just couldn't help myself. I got in the car at about 8:20am (my home clock) and got to school about around 23. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was pretty good with another beautiful day. First was maths and it wasn't that bad and then it was english which wasn't that bad as well. We started a new topic and it was on Shakespeare. My teacher watched the History Channel and they were counting down the most important people of the last thousand century and Shakespeare was 5th most important person in the world. Anyway, recess came next and not much happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First history lesson was after recess and my teacher was Ms Zoglou. So far, she seems like a nice teacher. We had 2 sheets to stick in and 2 other sheets that were classwork. We also copied a little bit off the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch came and we (most of the group) went to where Gekleng sat and "stared" at her. I guess it made her feel a little uncomfortable so she came and begged us to leave her alone. LOL. Grade sport was at the end of the day. All we did was train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we went to eat at that restaurant that is totally cramped when on special occassions. Inside, it looked quite nice and clean but the floor was... *shivers*. I ate noodles (dry) with fried chicken that tasted a bit like duck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH! I found the COOLEST thing I've ever seen in a restaurant. I found TOOTHPICKS! Not just any ordinary toothpicks BUT THEY WERE EACH IN PLASTIC SLEEVES! I know what you're thinking, "WTF?! That's not cool". Well I found it cool so I "took" eleven. If you come from my school, I'll bring one tomorrow and I'll show you :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to those fabric shops where they sell fabrics and other fabric stuff. My sister needed some fabric for her pillow making project thingy. It took longer that being in that post office. So hard to find some decent material that looked good as well. She finally found the perfect colour and material but it was WAY too expensive so didn't buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I went to the hairdressers and got my haircut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went into the shop, it was pretty small. I sat in the chair and started choosing a style. I couldn't find one so the hairdresser lady (barber) helped choose too. I didn't want to say anything because I know she'll just agree with what I choose so I let her pick one. Finally, she found one and yeah. I got my hair cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-2625777569754723402?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/2625777569754723402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/2625777569754723402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/2625777569754723402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/haircut.html' title='HAIRCUT'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/Sm1eTmQwl-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/cJZqbe4DVAQ/s72-c/DSCF0258%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-5097830018679554742</id><published>2009-07-26T19:25:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:38:43.341+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>FAVOURITED</title><content type='html'>#4&lt;div&gt;This morning, I found out that my poem I posted yesterday was favourited! YES! I was so happy and excited. If any of you follow me on twitter, you would probably know already. Anyway, I was overwhelmed with joy when I got the email. I still feel pretty good that someone (who doesn't know me) else reads my poem/s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, next thing that happened today was...nothing. I'm stuck on homework and it's getting closer and closer to term 3. I don't want to go back to school yet. The holidays go by so fast. If only I could slow it down and make it lag on forever. If I one wish, I'd wish for magical powers so that I could grant my own wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I finished making my present for my friend's birthday even though her birthday is a bit way off. I'm probably going to buy another present since it's a bit too cheap. For the friends who already recieved my presents, you'd already know what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! And last night, I wrote a fake letter to my favourite Youtuber. I didn't know what got into me but whatever. I'm sort of proud of it but not really since I don't think it will ever reach her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lame yet exciting day. I checked the scales today and I found I gained a kilo. FML. I need some exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-5097830018679554742?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/5097830018679554742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/5097830018679554742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/5097830018679554742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourited.html' title='FAVOURITED'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-4091939330855774277</id><published>2009-07-25T18:31:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:46:28.919+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabramatta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>POSTED POEM</title><content type='html'>#3&lt;div&gt;Today was another beautiful day. Blue sky, warm sun, small breezes and all of that. I finally managed to post up my poem that I wrote 3 days ago. I'll link it at the end of this blog. I hope you read it because I put a little bit more effort into it than the others (excludes poems that were for people).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out again today. I went to Cabra to eat and shop around. I saw Anita when she called my name (twice) and said "Hi" as we walked past. I think she caught me doing an awkward facial expression. Oh well. My mum, sister and I went to get something to eat and then we went shopping. We didn't buy much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to my grandma's house. It was boring but, fun at the same time? That doesn't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I got to say for now. Next blog will be tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link to my poem --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2700806/1/Good_friend"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2700806/1/Good_friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-4091939330855774277?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/4091939330855774277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/posted-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4091939330855774277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/4091939330855774277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/posted-poem.html' title='POSTED POEM'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-3327021657458948738</id><published>2009-07-24T17:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:20:13.982+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>EATING OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#2
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&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the past week or so, I've been out eating a lot. I have a very good feeling that I'm getting unfit. I probably gained some weight too from all the fast food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been going out with relatives to eat at asian restaurants and is getting sick of it. Too much of a "good" thing is bad. I reckon nothing beats eating at home. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was a good day to be outdoors today but I stayed indoors. The sky was clear and was at the perfect temperature too (for the first time in so long).&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all I got to say so far and hope whoever is reading this has had a good day too.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Happy Birthday to my favourite Youtuber who turns 23 I think*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;DONE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404565418789690286-3327021657458948738?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/3327021657458948738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/eating-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3327021657458948738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/3327021657458948738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/eating-out.html' title='EATING OUT'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404565418789690286.post-1134807190127877983</id><published>2009-07-23T12:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:55:09.096+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='done'/><title type='text'>FIRST BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1&lt;/div&gt;This is my first blogspot and this is my first blog so I'm not that good yet. Since I'm not use to this yet, I'll start off with the basic information about myself.
My name is Jura and am 15 years on the 4th of August. I am female and attend highschool so therefore I am a student. I'm asian which results to me being able to speak another language than just english. I speak thai at home, some chinese and mainly english outside of home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I guess that's enough information about me so far. I will attempt to post daily and won't be revealing too much about my life in the blogs I will write. I will end my blogs with "DONE" at the bottom right corner because I feel like it, I will be labelling the number of blogs I write with a "#" then a numeral like shown in the top left corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Thank you for reading my first blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;DONE&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/1404565418789690286-1134807190127877983?l=jurachattham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/feeds/1134807190127877983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1134807190127877983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404565418789690286/posts/default/1134807190127877983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jurachattham.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-blog.html' title='FIRST BLOG'/><author><name>Jura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17467096099388547292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pUSGeRZmrfw/SmfLAfZQAlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oiGBi1Jd0vk/S220/JURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
