<?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-7485211133976984648</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:48:12.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypical Teenage Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5944274426881925461</id><published>2008-11-17T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:21:38.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>I'm worried this is going to happen to some of my friends :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/tech_and_web/article5173755.ece"&gt;http://technology.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/tech_and_web/article5173755.ece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Dan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5944274426881925461?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5944274426881925461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5944274426881925461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5944274426881925461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5944274426881925461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6749152111884024651</id><published>2008-11-02T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:35:40.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Term</title><content type='html'>I wish half term was longer because then I would have time to get all my work done and study! Trying to learn all my latin...and I haven't even started on the document, which I am supposed to have memorised (haven't even learnt the first sentence :S) by Tuesday for a test. Also have a test for Biology on Thursday, which I haven't been able to study for either. And then there's the upcoming Maths test too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to memorise the nominative, vocative, accusative, genitive, dative and ablative tenses for all three declensions in Latin, not to mention the 5 imperfect verbs esse, posse, ire, velle and nolle. I had been planning on doing all my Latin and Biology this weekend, but instead got caught up finishing my chemistry (which I was very rudely distracted from on Friday!) and revising some more maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate sigmas&lt;em&gt;...so&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, just remembered ARC too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the revision and homework, it's been fun though :D have just been generally socializing, which has been quite fun, and am totally sleep deprived. Which is normal, actually, but now I am just &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; sleep deprived. Which is partially because of the sleepover I went to on Thursday (we watched the strangers, which was not very good) but mainly because of Grey's Anatomy, which is the most ADDICTING show EVER!! Only thing I can say is thank God it's ended now, at the end of half term :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, half term has been pretty fun! Although it wasn't much of a break, it was a little one, and we all had lots of fun, especially going out for yum cha which was yummy ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6749152111884024651?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6749152111884024651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6749152111884024651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6749152111884024651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6749152111884024651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-term.html' title='Half Term'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3064623904285361325</id><published>2008-10-21T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:15:03.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Transport</title><content type='html'>Following Andy and Bigs, I thought I'd just rant about public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy has been known to say, "The only problem with public transport in Britain is the public. And the transport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the transport. The buses are always late, the bus drivers are rude, they are crowded, uncomfortable and generally quite crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was about to get off the bus, so I pressed that little bleepy button that you press when you want to get off. (the name escapes me) Well, &lt;em&gt;attempted&lt;/em&gt; to press, anyway. The button was broken, as were the all the other buttons I discovered, so I had to run downstairs from the top layer and stand near the front so the busdriver knew I was getting off. He looked like he was about to pass my stop, so I asked him, very politely, 'Can you please stop here?' Obviously this offended him, because he glared at me and snapped, 'I know where the bus stops are, love.' Unfortunately due to my deafness I couldn't hear him, so I asked him what he said, which anatgonized him even further to say, 'Like hell am I going to take orders from you where to stop and not to stop!' (evidently forgetting I am a PASSENGER on the bus, and HAVE to tell him where to stop or not to stop) and sped up and dropped me off at the next stop. Seriously, WTF? And it was cold, and dark, and miserable out, and I was already late home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one of many busdrivers who have been rude to me and other passengers. Another experience was when me and my friends got on a very crowded bus to go home from school. Anyone who takes the buses know how extremely packed they get. I was the last person of about 5 of my friends to get on, and the busdriver very quietly said, 'there are seats up top', but we couldn't hear him because 1) he was too quiet and 2) we had already walked past him. I thought he was speaking to the other people getting on. So we just stayed up near the front of the bus. Because it was so crowded, my friend sat up on the place where people put their stuff. Once we got to the train station, a very stressed passenger came down and started having a MASSIVE go at her because she had, and I quote, 'sat on my f*cking new books, what the F*CK do you think you're playing at, I'll send you the f*cking bill if you think you're going to get away with this!' before stomping off. And then the bus driver also had a massive go at us, saying, 'You kids are blocking up the bus! I have a hard life too, I want to go home too, why can't you make it easier on everyone to just sit down where I told you to, at the top, but NO, you have to just ignore ME and EVERYONE and stand where you like, god knows this is a sh*t job for the amount I get paid, f*ck you all...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think that's very good customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the public. I've had lots and lots of experiences with people on buses, but today was probably the worst two experiences I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus I got on was extremely crowded and very late. I sat across from a very mean, stressed looking man who was obviously late to go somewhere. The bus driver wasn't very good and kept on stopping abruptly, and we stopped at ALL the red lights so we were making very slow progress. The man kept on swearing loudly and gesticulating aggressively, so every time he did I looked up. When I was unfortunate enough to catch his eye, he shouted loudly, 'what the F*CK do you think you're looking at, you nosey b*tch!?' and then, when I timidly replied, 'nothing' he proceeded to have a massive go at 'kids these days' for the entire bus to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same journey, a retarded man, after putting his hands in his mouth, wiping his very gooey nose with his hands, scratching all different parts of his body with his hands, forcefully grabbed my face and my chest when I stood next to him, after eyeing me the entire bus journey. Anyone who knows me knows how EXTREMELY germophobic I am. I had to put antibiotic stuff on my FACE. It BURNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also nearly got hit by two cars and a bicycle, and was sworn at twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3064623904285361325?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3064623904285361325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3064623904285361325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3064623904285361325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3064623904285361325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/public-transport.html' title='Public Transport'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-584084591208709504</id><published>2008-10-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:16:32.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I like chocolate. It is taaaaaaaasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make money baking things. That would make me happy. It would solve many, many of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;relieve stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, it would only solve two of my problems. But still. I just love baking. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lolz. I nearly fell off my chair when I was typing. I think I had better go to bed, as I am sleep deprived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incidentally, it's really hard for me to go to sleep now because I looked up 'the strangers' on wikipedia and saw the trailer and stuff and now I'm terrified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's based on a true story! :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-584084591208709504?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/584084591208709504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=584084591208709504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/584084591208709504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/584084591208709504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-365707148144166666</id><published>2008-10-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:32:50.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad...</title><content type='html'>My headphones died. Really, really badly. First, the the inside of the actually earpluggy things came out, so I had to tape them together. Then the wire-y bit inside came out. Then it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded a bunch of new music too. So unhappy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sad because the Roman family I have been following have died. I'm so upset I could actually cry. Okay, maybe not cry, but I was still quite sad. They practically TAUGHT ME LATIN. It was just the little kid's birthday, for christ's sake!! He can't DIE after his birthday! And the worst thing is that I thought they were going to be okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caecilius's final words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ego te iubeo. de vita mea despero. Metella et Quintus perierunt. nunc ego mortiturus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caecilius, postquam Clementi anulum suum tradit, statim exspiriat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I give you orders. I despair of my life. Metella and Quintus are dead. Now I die.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caecilius, after he gave the ring to Clemens, soon died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!? How could his death be so ABRUPT? It wasn't even a HAPPY ending! His family died in a VOLCANO. This is how they described the volcano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in urbe pavor maximus erat. cinis iam densior incidebat. flammae ubique erant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city there was a massive panic. The dust cloud was falling more densely. There were flames everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about them dying in FLAMES. They were so HAPPY before. Metella had just gone shopping for her son's birthday!! And the story makes you think they'll be alright. Before they were talking about how certain Caecilius was about his family being okay, and then they made a big fuss about him looking for them. And then he died. Very, very abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's only Caecilius and Metella and Quintus. I don't even want to think about Grumio, and Poppea, and Melissa, etc. Grumip and Poppea had just gotten together. What if one of them died too? That would be HORRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm getting a bit into the story. But I've been following them for a MONTH and they just DIED on me. This is the family who taught me all the Latin I know. I know our teacher's going to try to replace them with another family, but who knows? Something bad could happen to them too, and then TWO FAMILIES would have died! THEN what would happen!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite upset by this. And by my headphones's (?) death. I've been through 4 in a year. Maybe I should start looking after them better. Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-365707148144166666?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/365707148144166666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=365707148144166666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/365707148144166666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/365707148144166666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5819711528391820615</id><published>2008-10-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:47:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Wonderwall- Oasis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is gonna be the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realized what you gotta do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels the way I do about you now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the fire in your heart is out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you never really had a doubt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I do about you now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many things that I would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like to say to you I don't know how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was gonna be the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they'll never throw it back to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By now you should've somehow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realized what you're not to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels the way I do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About you now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the roads that lead to you were winding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many things that I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would like to say to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't know how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And after all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my wonderwall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said maybe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Little by little- Oasis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We the people fight for our existence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't claim to be perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we're free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We dream our dreams alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With no resistance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fading like the stars we wish to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I didn't mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I just said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my God woke up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the wrong side of his bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it just don't matter now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gave you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ever dreamed of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wheels of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have slowly fallen off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to give it all in all your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the time I just ask myself why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're really here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;True perfection has to be imperfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that that sounds foolish but it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day has come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you'll have to accept&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The life inside your head we give to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I didn't mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I just said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my God woke up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the wrong side of his bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it just don't matter now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gave you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ever dreamed of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wheels of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have slowly fallen off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to give it all in all your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the time I just ask myself why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're really here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gave you everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ever dreamed of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wheels of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have slowly fallen off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little by little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You had to give it all in all your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the time I just ask myself why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're really here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I really here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I really here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only two songs I've been listening to for the last few days. The lyrics are so touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these songs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5819711528391820615?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5819711528391820615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5819711528391820615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5819711528391820615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5819711528391820615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonderwall-oasis-today-is-gonna-be-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1975593414263885983</id><published>2008-10-06T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:55:07.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo, awkward...</title><content type='html'>Damn. I really didn't make a good first impression did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is me meeting one of Poppy's friends for the first time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: So, how do you know Tom? Or Poppy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know Tom through Poppy, and I know Poppy from Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: So you knew Tom, and then you met Poppy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I met Poppy in Biology first, and then I met Tom, so now I know both!&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Oh right. So, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bernie!&lt;br /&gt;(he shakes my hand)&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: (says something I can't hear, and leans over)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking he's trying to do that gangsta thing where you sorta half-hug the person, awkwardly does it, and ends up stabbing herself in the eye with his shoulder)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Owww!&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: uhh...no, I was just leaning over because I couldn't hear what you said your name was.&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh, right. (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: So, how do you spell it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What, your name? I don't know your name.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: No...your name.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: HOW DO YOU SPELL YOUR NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, right! b-e-r-n-i-e.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: B-E-R-N-I-E!&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Oh right!&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Rowan. Like the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Me: A tree?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Like Mr. Bean. Rowan Tree.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mr...Bean?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Yeah, Rowan. Like Mr. Bean.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (forgetting Mr. Bean's name is Rowan Atkinson, not Rowan Tree, laughs) I thought you meant like an actual tree! We keep on having miscommunication!&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: (puzzled) I do mean an actual tree.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like, a breed of tree?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like, a tree with leaves?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: ...yes. Ha, I keep a list of things named Rowan in my mind so I can compare it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (now really confused because I think that Mr. Bean's name is Rowan Tree) ....What?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: my name, Rowan, like Mr. Bean's name and like the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, like the actor and like a breed of trees?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: ...yes. Mr. Bean. And there are some Rowan trees in the school. I'll show you some.&lt;br /&gt;(Tries to show me the trees, unsuccessfully)&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: see the one with the pale green leaves?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (points) that one?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: No, that one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That one?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: No! No, look where I'm pointing...that one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? I can only see one tree.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: (frustrated) No, no...right, stand where I am and look through that gap. Right there. That tree.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, not the first tree, not the tree with the big trunk, not the tree with the dark green leaves but the tree with the light green leaves?&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...I can't see it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: How can you not see it? It's right there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't see it! There are only four trees!&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: ...No, the small one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: :S Right, I'll just look it up when I get home. It doesn't matter. But now I know your name is Rowan. Like the tree. And the actor.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Yes. Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow, we had some serious miscommunication for this ENTIRE conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, see ya around!&lt;br /&gt;Rowan: Bye...(cycles off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, that conversation was FUBARD. And I looked up rowan tree, and got a TON of different trees that all look different but are all apparently called rowan trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never, ever see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1975593414263885983?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1975593414263885983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1975593414263885983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1975593414263885983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1975593414263885983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/oooo-awkward.html' title='Oooo, awkward...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3974524718896378692</id><published>2008-10-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:42:45.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>This is what I did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;maths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chemistry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some latin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here is the Latin I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo -&gt; amare -&gt; amavi -&gt; amatus&lt;br /&gt;capio -&gt; capire -&gt; cepi -&gt; cepitum&lt;br /&gt;regi -&gt; regere -&gt; rexi -&gt; rectum (LOLZ! that was my amusement for today)&lt;br /&gt;moneo -&gt; monere -&gt; monui -&gt; monitum&lt;br /&gt;audio -&gt; audire -&gt; audivi -&gt; auditum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes in the order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present tense for I -&gt; infinitive -&gt; perfect -&gt; past tense something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to apply for some volunteer positions, but haven't been able to do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...I'm so tired. Last night I stayed up until 12.30-1ish doing my maths, and then for some reason I stayed up for another hour or so. I think I'm a little sleep deprived. I woke up this morning around 8, making for 6 hours sleep? which is not too bad, but combined with late nights all this week, quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've been thinking about science too much. This is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;last night I woke myself up by shouting, 'K is a plus ion! So THAT'S how you solve it!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think chemistry jokes are funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think things like, 'you're the proton to my electron' and 'you neutralize me' are romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I compare people to elements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah....XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3974524718896378692?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3974524718896378692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3974524718896378692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3974524718896378692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3974524718896378692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6459349585951785023</id><published>2008-10-04T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:10:00.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, also...</title><content type='html'>Forgot to add that it's about completing the square! And this is supposed to be the subject I understand in maths! This is the subject the nice guy is teaching, not Mr. Thomas (who hates me because he thinks I'm stupid. Well, guess what, Mr. Thomas? I think you're an ENORMOUS TWAT!) This is how I thought I solved it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ax^2 + bx + c = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a(x + 1/2b) - 1/2b^2 +c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, normally when you square a minus number, it becomes positive. Well, imagine my shock and horror when I found out actually, in this equation, it &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; become positive- so really, it should be written out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a(x + 1/2b) - (1/2 b)^2 + c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW ANGRY I AM RIGHT NOW!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing...I am now constantly being told to 'organise! prioritise! get a grip! do you think the amount of revision you are doing will get you all A/A*s?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I need to get into one of the top 25 universities IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I need to catch up with my schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I need to do better in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I need to start volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I need to start organising the information to start my society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AWARE that it is hard to get into university, that I need to prioritise, that I need to do my homework, that I need to revise, that I need to volunteer, that I can't socialize all the time, that I will not get into the universities I want to if I don't start doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM AWARE that most of the people in my classes are smarter than me, are doing better than me; I am aware that these are the people I am competing with and I need to do better. I am aware that I don't have that much free time anymore, and that I need to organise it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I need to do better. You don't have to tell me that. I think about it all the time. I know already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll go and complete my maths now that I've ranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, Fresher's was AMAZING (knees are completely shot, however), the social side of school is great! (work is a tad bit stressful) and today was lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: I am not a dai tao har! One: my head is not big for my body. Two: my head is not made out of shrimp. Sorted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6459349585951785023?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6459349585951785023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6459349585951785023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6459349585951785023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6459349585951785023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-also.html' title='Oh, also...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1176382793545729699</id><published>2008-10-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:50:52.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths</title><content type='html'>I am so annoyed right now I don't think it's even possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very busy weekend. Today I went out to celebrate my friend's birthday. It's not exactly a pressing issue, but I felt obligated, and I also thought it would be nice to have some time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 7. I've been doing homework for nearly 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten stuck on a difficult question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that the work I have done in the last 4 hours is almost completely negated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on doing half of my maths today, the other (harder) half tomorrow, as well as revise for chemistry and biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going to stick to that plan, because I AM going to finish my maths homework tonight no matter how long it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm posting because 1) I haven't in a while and 2) it helps relieve my stress, just a teensy little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot about buying folders for my notes. This is also very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about how well I'm doing in school. I guess I'll just have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just give up all of my social time and start revising 24/7 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1176382793545729699?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1176382793545729699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1176382793545729699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1176382793545729699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1176382793545729699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/maths.html' title='Maths'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5199617507267918695</id><published>2008-09-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:48:53.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm...</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to say, except that today's the end and beginning of everything that's wonderful and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, no one's going to understand this post but me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5199617507267918695?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5199617507267918695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5199617507267918695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5199617507267918695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5199617507267918695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/umm.html' title='Umm...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2455392585093122284</id><published>2008-09-20T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:17:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20/9/08</title><content type='html'>Lol. My titles are so unimaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went into town with Ollie and spent my last 10 pounds, although my mom owes me a fiver. I didn't even get any credit for my phone :( Bought some new jeans today for 5.99 which I'm happy about although it is very expensive for me. They're a little bit big on me though, but ah well. I should really look for a job. I think I will. I'm much, much too lazy. I did most of my homework, though, which I'm happy about. I only have one more piece of chemistry homework to do tomorrow, and then I'm free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might start working out on Monday. I haven't exercised in &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. Yay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2455392585093122284?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2455392585093122284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2455392585093122284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2455392585093122284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2455392585093122284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/20908.html' title='20/9/08'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8100922663128869709</id><published>2008-09-19T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:57:27.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>I gave up on homework after I did my biology and latin. ARRRRGH so much stuff to do! And I am ill. Which is SO unhelpful, considering I have so much to do tomorrow. And I'm socialising. But I don't feel like it. I might just cancel and lay around all day. Blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was good. I'm really jealous though. All my Chinese friends have mooncakes, but do I have any? NO. Not even a tiny one. I would just like a little one to eat so then I could say I ate ONE MOONCAKE, but I am actually deprived. Classes were quite boring as well, as per usual, and I am embarrassed to say that I am TERRIBLE at Mandarin. I have a horrible accent (Shing was laughing at me, evil &gt;_&gt;) and I cannot remember anything they say. Anyway, after school I went with Poppy and Sian (who I ran into) to Costa, and we had a very interesting chat and then I went home and attempted some homework and now I am here. I had SO MUCH MORE I was going to write about, but I have forgotten due to fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I ate a Fuji apple today, it was enormous, I feel even more sick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8100922663128869709?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8100922663128869709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8100922663128869709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8100922663128869709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8100922663128869709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2658676719865211187</id><published>2008-09-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:38:54.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh, homework!</title><content type='html'>I have lots to do, plus revision. I have to wake up at 7.30 again tomorrow, though I may wake up earlier to do stuff. I'm only posting right now so I can briefly distract myself from my homework. I have a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tendonitis is starting to act up again so my wrist aches. And I'm really tired. Maybe I should have some more caffeine, though I'm starting to get addicted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I joined the gym which is uber cool. Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post later, after I get bored of doing homework, to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2658676719865211187?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2658676719865211187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2658676719865211187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2658676719865211187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2658676719865211187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh-homework.html' title='Argh, homework!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4667670156688515241</id><published>2008-09-17T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:04:03.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I got home early today so I'm not starting my homework yet :) but I will soon. In like...5 minutes. But right now I'm distracting myself by writing on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been absolutely great! The work is a little bit easier...not much, but a little bit. I just hate my DM teacher SO much. As does the rest of the class. These are my problems with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't hear him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I do hear him, I can't understand what he is saying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I can hear him and understand the words he he is saying, I don't understand the point he is trying to make&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't tell you if anything is right or wrong, but just keeps on talking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes maths jokes I don't understand which make me feel dumb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has no teaching method&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His voice is like Mr. Chappells, which makes me sleepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He moves onto really hard stuff without explaining it when I'm still stuck on the first thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it was really bad because I had ARC right before him, and I had eaten all my chocolate then to wake me up, but it just didn't work so I was really tired but couldn't space out because the caffeine made me have this weird buzzing in the back of my head...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Otherwise everything is really fun! I've met loads and loads of new people and have made lots and lots of new friends, which is really, really great. I'm having so much fun it's excellent. The only problem is that I'm really bad with names, so now I've started this little string of people whom I call the last person I've met's name. Like, I met this guy called Cameron, and then another guy called Tim who I then called Cameron (he hates me for it :( evil!) and then I met a guy called Adam who I now call Tim, and...then it gets really confused, lol. Ah well. The classes are a little better this week, I went to a chemistry surgery today and MR. CHAPPELL, YOU WERE &lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;WRONG! The teacher was appalled, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fresher's ball is coming up! A lot of people don't want to go to it, but I am because I like dancing. I wish I could go to the pirate party on Friday :( but I can't. Ah well. It sounds a little bit dangerous, anyway. Uhh...was going to write more, but now I've forgotten. I'd better get a start on my homework anyway. Sob :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4667670156688515241?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4667670156688515241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4667670156688515241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4667670156688515241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4667670156688515241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6879727950888519355</id><published>2008-09-15T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:56:12.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Cakes</title><content type='html'>I missed the mid-Autumn festival :( which means I didn't get any moon cakes :'( which makes me sad. I love moon cakes. My family won't buy any because they're cheap. Which means I won't get any until maybe next year. Damn. :( Shing said that he's getting some on Wednesday, but he'll probably eat them all himself. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy asked me what moon cakes are. This is the link to a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torontoist.com/attachments/toronto_karen/2007_09_21mooncakes.jpg"&gt;http://torontoist.com/attachments/toronto_karen/2007_09_21mooncakes.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the wiki article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mooncake"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mooncake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia is wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have suddenly gotten really into Depeche Mode and the Teriyaki Boyz. Woot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6879727950888519355?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6879727950888519355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6879727950888519355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6879727950888519355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6879727950888519355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/moon-cakes.html' title='Moon Cakes'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5714658667328205616</id><published>2008-09-10T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:44:13.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>The only reason I'm posting is because I need a reprieve from my homework. This is what I have done in Latin so far. It is very difficult to learn. It may not look like much, but I have dedicated several hours to learning it in various different ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - amam - sum&lt;br /&gt;You (sing.) - amas - es&lt;br /&gt;You (pl.) - amatis - estis&lt;br /&gt;We - amamus - summus&lt;br /&gt;They - amant - sunt&lt;br /&gt;He/She/It - amat - est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also done a lot of hard biology, lots and lots of Maths and a lot of chemistry. Argh...stress! I miss the relaxed days of St. Bedes Science lessons :P But it's been a lot of fun anyway, apart from the work. I've met lots of new people who are really nice :) so that makes me happy. I need to go to sleep now. I'm too tired to stay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows about nuclear fusion/fission and isotopes, please let me know! It would be a massive help. Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5714658667328205616?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5714658667328205616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5714658667328205616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5714658667328205616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5714658667328205616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7906564887031090784</id><published>2008-09-08T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:22:33.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills Road</title><content type='html'>Today I had SO much fun! It was an absolute blast. I met tons of really lovely people, and am in debt due to going to the cinema :( by 10 pounds! I don't know how I'll recover. *sob* Anyway, this morning I got up, got myself all sorted, and then got on the bus. Got off in city centre, topped up, then went on the bus to Hills which was absolutely PACKED full of people. I chatted to this really nice Chinese girl called Lara who got 12 A* in her GCSEs! I was astounded. Anyway, got off, ran into Laura and some other St. Bedes people. Captured some other lonely people (more successful than Mamood!) and then went off to form. Luckily I had Mikey in my form, so that was good! Our tutor was really fun, and we got to meet everyone in our form and everyone was really friendly so that was also good :) Afterwards we went of to assembly, and then to work out the ICT stuff which is rather confusing. I wish I was a computer whiz. That would make life so much simpler, especially because Hills relies completely on their Intranet. After that I went up to the library to get my library card, and then ran into Brier who had Kirsty and Jess with her, who are people from her form. Kirsty is the first person I met doing Latin, so I was happy :) Brier then ran into a girl she knew from my form called Ruby who was really, really lovely, and we wandered around the school getting our bearings running into various people who were also very lovely, and then we decided to go to lunch. At lunch I ran into Nayim, who was one of the various people I had talked to at the beginning of the day, and him and his three friends Michael (who's Chinese, yay!), Chris (who's in my DM class, double yay!) and Fraiser. Sim and Abbotts also joined us, which was good. After that we went outside and stayed on the benches for a looooong time. Jess left, Ruby had to go and Kirsty stayed with us for a while before leaving. Then Abbots left, and the remaining people me, Brier, Nayim and Chris decided to go to the cinema. Unfortunately Sim couldn't afford it, so we went by ourselves and it was fun :D except I'm really broke now. We watched Babylon A.D which made no sense at all, but it was a really good movie. Ummm....I'm tired now so I won't post anymore. All in all, I had an absolutely brilliant time today and love it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7906564887031090784?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7906564887031090784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7906564887031090784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7906564887031090784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7906564887031090784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/hills-road.html' title='Hills Road'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7623706899779689276</id><published>2008-09-07T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:30:48.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I did it again...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ollie invited me over and- guess what- we watched more scary movies :( They were Hannibal, I Know What You Did Last Summer and the Blair Witch Project. They weren't scary at all when I was watching them, and at times they were downright hilarious, but it was only yesterday at midnight when I got off the phone to Brier that I became rather frightened of the Blair Witch Project. The bit that especially scared me was when they're in the house and Mike is just standing their, blank, facing the wall...argh! And I kept on waking up in the middle of the light to turn the light on by my bed because I would suddenly get really terrified. So, as a result of this, I am exhausted. And ill a little bit too, which is rather inconvenient right before Hills. I feel better now that I've had a bath and sorted everything out for tomorrow, but still. Ah well, it's only a little cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really, really excited about tomorrow. The holidays have just been way too long, and I'm broke anyway so I wouldn't have been able to go out even if I had a few more weeks. It'll be really nice to go to a new school, with new people, and have a fresh, shiny new start :D Only problem is the workload! I'm going to expect 20-25 hours of homework a week! Well, I guess it'll be hard but fun. I suppose that I'll have to concentrate in Science nowadays, not like Mr Chappell's lessons in St. Bedes :P Tomorrow's induction day, so we just get to meet out tutor and our tutor group, sign up to some societies, just generally get a feel of the school and see where everything is and meet some new people, etc. Then right away on Tuesday we properly start! I think I'm really going to have fun there, even though my time will definitely be more restricted. I have four free periods a week, which is good :) and I'm definitely going to join lots of clubs and societies and I'm definitely joining the gym! Yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on getting distracted and forgetting what I was writing. Anyway, at Ollie's house I was so bad and ate a bunch of cookies. Ah well. Digestives ftw! I walked about 6 laps around the field though, later, so I should be alright :) It got really dark and thunderstorm-y at one point, and it started sprinkling which was wonderfully exhilirating. I'm going to try to get really fit in Hills, with help from the gym :D I just hope I have enough time to go there! Anyway, like I said I keep on getting distracted so I'm going to stop writing now and finish my movie. It's called The Island. It's about in the future, the Earth gets contamminated so everyone is rounded up and put into this 'pathogen free' zone. However, every once in a while some lucky person gets randomly chosen to go to 'The Island', a pathogen free area. However, one person finds out that it is all just a big conspiracy and the people who do get chosen are actually used for organs, etc to sell to the people in the real world (I think, it hasn't finished yet) So that's where I am now. And it's very interesting. It's a little bit like Gattaca :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7623706899779689276?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7623706899779689276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7623706899779689276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7623706899779689276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7623706899779689276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, I did it again...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6271858046248038453</id><published>2008-09-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:39:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Autumn!</title><content type='html'>Like the title says, celebrations! Autumn is finally here. The weather is cold, it rains a lot, I get to wear all my nice clothes, shoes and coats again, and- best of all- I get to wear my Autumn pyjamas and use double duvets! I love it. I've been feeling rather happy the last few days, partially because I'm determined to, but also because despite the bad a lot of good is coming my way. It doesn't counterbalance, but just because one area of my life is deficient doesn't mean that the others have to be as well. The best news is that my favourite blogger is back, with perfect timing! After about six months, she's here again and it's just wonderful. To be so disciplined in such a difficult area is just amazing. I can only aspire to be like that, and it's just great because now that I've been so determined I can focus almost all of my energy into doing that. I'm also revising lots, and am getting a lot better at Latin :D I need to revise some more chemistry and maths, though. I feel like I just can't remember it. Maybe I will when I'm next free, though I think I'm busy until Sunday. So I guess I'll have a lot of work to do, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in other news, met up with Sim whom I just adore :) He's such a lovely guy. We went to Clowns and stayed there for the entire day just chatting. We have so much in common it's ridiculous! We got our hot chocolates and cream which are astoundingly tasty, and just talked about stuff. He's also terrified of loud noises, cracks in the pavement and weird images. All in all, it was a really nice day and it was really lovely to see him. Think I'm busy tomorrow too, and Ollie wants to meet up on Saturday as well. The only problem is that I've spent almost all of my money. I don't think I even have enough for the bus. :S I'll figure out a way to get around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been researching loads of stuff, and have decided to start cooking. I've also been baking loads, and my family are starting to eat what I bake now as well which is good ;) my optimism worked! I might also look for some sort of job, because I'm awfully poor nowadays. I think I might go and get a job at Sainsburys or something after they close, so I can stock the shelves. Apparently it pays really well, and it's nice because I can just listen to my ipod or whatever while I do it so it's not hard work. Um...I just went away for a little while so I forgot what I was going to write XD Anyway, basically have been having fun the last few days despite everything, and am feeling quite disciplined and happy. I was going to write something a lot more important but have forgotten...ah well. I haven't reread what I've just written, so it may not make much sense. Either way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6271858046248038453?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6271858046248038453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6271858046248038453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6271858046248038453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6271858046248038453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-autumn.html' title='Yay, Autumn!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1041607563164157745</id><published>2008-09-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:57:24.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endorphin high!</title><content type='html'>I love exercising. It's so great. After dinner, I hadn't been planning on running because it was supposed to storm soon, but I decided to anyway. It was so brilliant! I ran 4 times around the field, listened to my music and just felt generally awesome. I'm also upping my exercises at night too. I am determined to get really, really fit really, really fast. In Hills I'm definitely joining the gym and I think some of my enrichments are exercising too. The endorphin high's gone down now, unfortunately, but it'll go up again when I exercise tonight. I've been so lazy this summer, I need something to throw myself into. Before it was, as usual, revising. But I've finished pretty much all my revision except for latin, which I will never finish. There's five books I should learn, and I'm halfway through book one. Not bad, considering I've never done latin before! However, it is really quite boring and I'm broke so I can't go out (as much) so, exercising will be my new compulsion. As is baking, actually. Weird mix, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much has been happening recently. Like I've said, I'm broke, and bus fare and snacks just whittle the remaining away. Was planning on meeting Ollie, but he starts Long tomorrow so can't. I killed a big spider today, which I was proud of, and was going to meet Brier but unfortunately she couldn't. Baked some banana bread today, and some cakes a few days ago, but no one eats them. I think my family is so used to me baking, they don't appreciate what I do for them. Or they just don't like what I bake. However, I will remain optimisitc and say the former, and I will continue to bake until they are forced to eat my food. Because I like baking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been researching a lot of stuff on wikipedia, like always. The articles are always so interesting. I've been watching this series called The Tudors, based on the life of King Henry VIII. I've always been interested and actually know a ton about the Tudor Dynasty, but I thought I'd go look at it a bit more. So I'm learning up on that. I also read some crazy articles in the paper, the most aggravating being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/dubai/2672878/British-woman-accused-of-Dubai-beach-sex-tells-of-ordeal.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/dubai/2672878/British-woman-accused-of-Dubai-beach-sex-tells-of-ordeal.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! It makes me so annoyed when I read that article. Although six years does seem harsh from a Western viewpoint, they are in a different country and they should abide by that country's rules. She says they weren't having sex. One, I don't believe them because they must have been out of their mind drunk if they're willing to behave that way in a public place with someone they didn't know, and the person who caught them isn't likely to lie because they have no reason to. Two- although it is one of the issues in the problem, it's not the main issue. She's saying that they drew the line at sex, and that they shouldn't be punished so severely because of that. They may not have had sex, but it's a very thin line. What they were doing was inappropriate by any standards, and especially inappropriate by the standards there. They both lived there and knew the rules and should be punished for their behaviour. Because they're both expats, and British, and because this has gotten so much coverage, it's highly unlikely they'll get a very harsh sentence. Nonetheless, it annoys me that they're so upset about what's happening to them. It's funny, actually, because I just read another article about how badly the English are viewed by other countries because of their partying ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should also mention that me and Bigs broke up. I don't really know what else to say, except that it's amicable and we're still just as close as we were before. We're just trying to tie up the loose ends ends now. It's sad, but all break ups are sad, and as far as break ups go, we couldn't ask for a better one. He says, c'est la vie merde et bon, but I say c'est la vie de merde et magnifique (because life can be wonderful rather than just good, and I have better grammar ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, that's what's been happening. I really need to go out tomorrow, because I'm going crazy in the house. I'm going to wake up at 7 tomorrow, so I can get in schedule for Hills and don't have sleep issues like I normally do. I can't wait to go to Hills- I'm so, so excited. These holidays have just been much too long. We were on study leave since the beginning of April? so that's five months. Nearly half a year off from school! Now that I put it that way, it seems just crazy. I'm not looking forward to the hard work, but on the other hand, the work will probably be quite interesting. I need something to stimulate my mind- despite my revision, it seems to have grown dull and lazy- so that will be good. Hills is such a nice place...it'll be so much fun there. It'll be fun to meet new people, start a new schedule, go to a new building and start new classes (as well as drop the boring old ones like...*shudders*...&lt;em&gt;geography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; It'll just be fun because it's new, and I'm bored and it'll be exciting. So yay! Anyway, off to go exercise now...endorphin high! Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1041607563164157745?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1041607563164157745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1041607563164157745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1041607563164157745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1041607563164157745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/endorphin-high.html' title='Endorphin high!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3197391941064178908</id><published>2008-09-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:37:02.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/26/health/26real.html?ref=science"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/26/health/26real.html?ref=science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that ALL the time. In fact, recently I've been having absolutely tons of problems with all my joints. My neck and shoulders are really achy and crack all the time, my wrists are constantly sore and my fingers crack all the time. So I've stopped stretching for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in other news, met Brier one or two days ago, I can't remember. It was nice because we haven't seen each other properly in a while. We talked about a lot of stuff which was really, really great; we both had a lot to get out of our systems, so it was really good to talk to her about it. She broke her bike on the way there so we met at Parkside Pool, went to Clowns and talked for a while, then went to Costa because the seats are more comfortable and then, even though we were exhausted, travelled all the way to that Chinese restaurant we went to before with Sim and found it closed! Which was very, very depressing. Fortunately the lady was really lovely and opened it early for us. We had some really great food there- and only for 4.80! Maybe in Hills I'll go there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I've been feeling a little sick; like I said before I'm really sore, I've been getting awful headaches and stomachaches and am feeling really fatigued. This is probably due to my terrible sleep schedule, as every night I've been getting less than 8 hours and just because I've caught something. It's nothing terrible but it's enough to stop me exercising and revising so much for a little while. But I've started again as I'm feeling a lot better, and also because it's the first of September! Which means a new routine. I'm continuing my Latin and doing pretty well at it, and I've also finished almost all my maths! Also, I walked a mile in the morning before breakfast, walked a mile after lunch and ran 1.5 miles before dinner! So I'm quite happy :D Also I'm upping my exercises at night starting from today, which is great. I love exercising. It's so much fun. And it makes me more healthy, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less than a week less until I start Hills :) I can't wait to start going, it's so exciting. It'll be so much fun. I've been so bored at home and unfortunately I have spent ALL my money. I have 10 pounds left for food, credit, bus money, clothes, revision stuff and anything else I want to buy. So I'll have to be frugal this week! Why does everything have to be SO expensive? In Costa, tea costs 1.60, which is riduclous. Hot water + tea bag = tea. How can that cost 1.60!? Then again, we do sit there for hours, so I suppose it's a good idea. It'll be nice to get out of the house soon, because it has been really very stressful here. I feel quite lazy because there's not much to do. I'd been going out almost every day, but now that I'm broke I can't as often. The last two or three days I stopped revising and exercising as much, but now I am again because it's a new month and I'm feeling better. I've been researching lots of things on wikipedia though, which is quite interesting and sometimes very, very gross! So now I know lots of facts about lots of stuff. When I get into Hills I'll be able to see everyone again without spending so much money, meet lots of new people and get back into proper schedule. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3197391941064178908?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3197391941064178908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3197391941064178908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3197391941064178908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3197391941064178908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/crap.html' title='Crap!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1623094649506395699</id><published>2008-08-29T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:54:41.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills..</title><content type='html'>...was pretty good, except me and Sim tried to make friends with this lonely kid and scared him off :( ah well. Humourous, though. Anyway, didn't do much except enter some data into the computer, etc. Afterwards me, Sim, Dave, Dan and Brier went and got some food, and Bigs met up with us. The food was really good, but when we sat down there were tons of flies around. After that I went over Bigs's house which was fun. And that was pretty much it. I'm really tired though. I should exercise, but right now I cba. I'll do it later. We watched a bit of Amelie today, which was very good. Anyway, I thought I'd write about some things I like and dislike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of autumn leaves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parallelograms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up before the alarm clock goes off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching good movies when the weather is bad inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfume and mini alcohol bottles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comfy beds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to sleep when I'm really tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digestives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;surprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling really blissful when I first start running and listening to good music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfect symmetry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;circular or curved objects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of good food cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling really proud and relieved when you complete something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bourbon Creams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really cold yougurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a song that exactly fits my mood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting on clothes with good material&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;complete darkness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a fluffy duvet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being really tired and collapsing into bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soft material&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having really good conversations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking at the sky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cold weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really nice coats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shiny things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shadows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crunchy, spicy or soft food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anticipation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really nice shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people are friendly and helpful to you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing pastries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tea in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cool showers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people are thoughtful to you for no reason at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;when it's light out when I go to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oily things, especially oily crisp packets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loud noises when I'm tired&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing I need to do something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgetting something and nearly remembering it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not working hard enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grass getting in my shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot, humid weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when things get out of control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being hungry and not knowing what to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling guilty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;arguing with someone who I think is stupid, and them refusing to listen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forcing myself to exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up too early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people rub their eyes really roughly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people embarrass themselves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pressing the stop button on the bus and holding my hand out for the bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when things are not aligned properly or symmetically&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing drunk people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dirty toilets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mood swings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disappointment and feeling frightened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up feeling scared and not being able to turn the light on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flaky pastries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being scared at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1623094649506395699?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1623094649506395699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1623094649506395699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1623094649506395699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1623094649506395699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/hills.html' title='Hills..'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2894425918981108027</id><published>2008-08-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:48:45.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><content type='html'>...I feel obligated to post. Anyway, met up with Ollie to go swimming. Swimming was fun, have a bump on my head from going down the water slidey things. I used to be a really good swimmer, but now I'm really slow :( Ah well. Haven't been since I fainted last time! Went for about an hour, and then went to Nandos to get something to eat. Had a salad, which was really, really tasty, but it was really not as spicy as I expected. Then I went through the bus routine through Hills a few times, which was actually not that boring, and then I ran into Jasmine and Dora so I went with them to Costa where Kaisa met us later, which was a pleasant surprise! Then I went home, and jogged 3 laps, had dinner, talked to the LAN party crew for a bit and am now watching Inuyasha :) It sounds like they're having fun, and apparently my cookies were well-received, yay! I don't think I'm allowed out tomorrow which is a shame, as I was hoping to meet up with Brier, but I'll see what happens! I haven't seen her in ages properly :(  but if I'm not allowed out tomorrow, then I should be able to see her next week! I also thought it would be a good idea if a big group of us met up and went to the pool on Saturday, as it was actually really fun swimming today, and I thought it would be a nice last bigish event before going to sixth form :) But I'll have to see. All in all, pretty good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2894425918981108027?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2894425918981108027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2894425918981108027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2894425918981108027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2894425918981108027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-again.html' title='Once again...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2713647385178690570</id><published>2008-08-26T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:31:06.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened. I just feel obligated to post. I'm annoyed again, because like last time, I forgot to set the alarm so I didn't get to jog this morning. However, I did do 4 laps and ran a quarter of a lap before dinner. And I ate pretty healthy too :) well, relatively. Well, actually, no, not at all. But for some reason I feel like I did, so that's good. I've started drinking lemon water because apparently citric acid helps digest food better, am eating spicy food because it helps with arthiritis, (which I have in my wrists and am getting in my fingers and toes, it is painful) speeds up your metabolism, stimulates your brain so it makes  and also helps with depression. I don't have depression, but it's always nice to feel happier. It releases endorphins, supposedly. I'm also trying to eat more fruit and vegetables, eat less food, drink more tea (speeds up metabolism), etc...and I'm trying to eat less junk food, which unfortunately I have been eating quite a lot of recently. So I'd better get back on track! I'm swimming tomorrow, which is uber healthy, so that should be pretty fun! I like swimming. I haven't been in ages, maybe years, and after seeing Michael Phelps (whom I love) I really wanted to go again. So it shall be fun. Ollie came over today, which was also very fun, it was one of those lazy and relaxing days. We watched the Terminator, which was actually really, really good, and then we threw a ball around for a little while, and my wrist got scratched up because he pushed me into the spikey bush. Grr. Then I went jogging and me and my brother wikied some very...disturbing...things. That have scarred me. Permanently. Then Bigs came and picked up the cookies for their LAN party tomorrow. I hope they don't get really hyped on Mountain Dew and sugar and stuff, but I know they will. So I hope they have fun :) and I hope they like my cookies. There weren't that many left though because we have been nibbling on them. Ah well. Then we watched Sopranos again, which is a great show, and now I'm writing this post before I exercise and stretch and go to sleep. So, all in all, pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2713647385178690570?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2713647385178690570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2713647385178690570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2713647385178690570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2713647385178690570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1069760450939521586</id><published>2008-08-24T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:53:58.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm annoyed...</title><content type='html'>...because I woke myself up really early to go jogging, and it was raining. However, that isn't the worse bit- I set my alarm last night for 8.30, but I accidentally changed my clock so it was one hour forward. So I ended up waking up at 7.30, not realizing it, and then waking up every 30 minutes afterward because I kept on setting my alarm back. So when I finally realized my clock was one hour ahead and it was actually 8, not 9, I slept for an hour and then woke up to find it was raining heavily. So that was very aggravating. I did run in the middle of the day, 4 laps around the field, but by that time it was really humid and not nice out. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news...I've been trying to revise Latin, but really cannot be bothered to learn. However, there's not much to do around here. I was looking at J-horror on wikipedia, so now I'm very scared and going to have a pretty restless night :( Having that movie thing tomorrow and used the excuse to make cookies! I love baking, but don't have much excuse usually to make anything. Damn. I've also been looking at other things on wikipedia, but they're a bit gross so I won't write about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I'm bored and wish I was allowed out more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1069760450939521586?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1069760450939521586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1069760450939521586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1069760450939521586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1069760450939521586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-annoyed.html' title='I&apos;m annoyed...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8844453341620091218</id><published>2008-08-21T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:25:28.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GCSEs</title><content type='html'>Finally it's all over! I got all As, 5 A*s in English, Maths, Science, Geography and History and 2 Bs in French and ICT. I'm a little disappointed with the French and ICT, but I am very pleased with the A*s in Science, Maths and Geo, especially since I only expected an A in Geo. Apparently I was shaking before I got them, and really, really started shaking afterwards! Today was a good day, I was relieved to get my results (you were right, Bigs, I was alright after all!) and of course got there straight at ten. It was good because all my friends were there, but we had to wait until the end (12, 2 more hours!) for Brier to get there. Then we all went into town. Everyone split up, so I ended up staying with Bigs, Brier, Zac, Sim and Ollie to go to get tea which was rather fun except I spent a lot of money. Then we went around Jesus Green for a little while before going to a pub for a snack, and then we went to Clowns and Ollie left. We stayed around Clowns for quite a while, which was very relaxing, and then Bigs left to go to the airport and me, Brier and Sim went to this great Chinese restaurant and got wonton soup for only 4.80! It was really good, too! Normally the soup we get here is really watery and not very good, but in this one the noodles were really tasty and everything was really flavoursome / flavourful (depending whether you're English or American). Brier got something else that was the same price that was also really good! But ugh, spend waaay too much money today- 6.85 + 2.00 + 3.00 + 4.80 = too expensive. Ah well. It WAS a celebratory day. I do regret not being able to see the Dark Knight though- apparently it's really good. Ah well. That would be waay, waay too expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news- I got my results and they are good, except for French and ICT. I'm very, very relieved. Phew :) Also, I'm allowed to have movie day! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news- I have to get shots tomorrow. I hate shots. They just puncture your skin...*shudders* it's awful. I hate, hate, hate them. And I have to get a lot I think too. It's very upsetting. Also, I just have to watch them inject the stuff, so it's really awful. I don't mind getting cut, or bruised as much, but getting &lt;em&gt;punctured...&lt;/em&gt;is so upsetting. Bleugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8844453341620091218?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8844453341620091218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8844453341620091218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8844453341620091218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8844453341620091218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/gcses.html' title='GCSEs'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6482559965798006646</id><published>2008-08-16T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:24:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General</title><content type='html'>It's really getting very hard to think of post names. Anyway, tomorrow's practically our last day because we leave on Monday. I don't count Monday really as a day because we'll be too busy doing last minute packing and it'll be too stressful to be enjoyable. Anyway, what have I been doing...I went into NY last Thursday which was quite fun. We wandered around Soho, the Village and Chinatown all day which was very enjoyable. I went around Chinatown trying to find gifts, but couldn't find anything which was extremely, extremely annoying! I really liked the Village; there were a lot of nice shops including this place called 'le petit puppy.' Silly name, but adorable shop! Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lepetitpuppynyc.com/"&gt;http://www.lepetitpuppynyc.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hold one of the little pomeranians and I am SO in love with it. I think we might be close to getting another dog, which is just great! My dad is thawing... :D We want another pom. That would be great. Fuji might be a little mad though...anyway, unfortunately we didn't buy anything, but it was fun just walking around. We went to a really great diner which was, once again, very good and very cheap. We also went on the subway and there was this group of buskers walking up and down the train singing which was quite fun to listen to. Altogether it was a really great day. I love NY. What else have I been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been revising anymore; it's the last few days and I've packed my stuff away. We also have tons of junk food to eat, and I've been having a hard time exercising. But who cares? Today's the second to last day so it won't make a difference anyway. This morning we went to Ihop which was really, really tasty, but I've found that after eating healthy and exercising so much for so long I find that I can't eat much of it anymore. Which is great. I'm quite happy with that :D Tomorrow morning we're going to our very last yum cha for a while. I have to remember though, there's a new place in Cambridge that does it that's not as expensive as Charlie Chans! Where was it...from that big place where cineworld is, right near Hills, down that long long road into town. I'll have to go search for it. I have no money, but it might be fun to go with some people when I have enough money. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been watching the Olympics. I am such a huge Phelps Phan :) I am so in love with him :P I just watched him do the 100m butterfly last night and it was SO AMAZING! He won by one 100th of a second! It was so stressful, but so brilliant! It's his last race tonight- and his last gold medal! I am praying for him and will be cheering for him when he races and hopefully wins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of looking forward to coming back, but at the same time I'm really not. I've stayed here for too long really; there's been nothing to do except revise, I have no human contact beyond my family so I miss everyone and it's getting stressful. However, I will be very, very, very sad to leave my grandparents and I am also really freaked out about getting my results. I know I can't worry about it now and I probably- no definitely- should have revised harder, but still...stressful! And I'm starting Hills soon, which although undoubtedly will be a lot of fun, it will also be a lot of hard work. I've been looking forward to it for a long time, but now that it's here it seems rather intimidating. Weird. Well, we still have a little while before sixth form, so I'll be able to see all my friends and everything. Fun fun fun :) As long as I get good grades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6482559965798006646?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6482559965798006646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6482559965798006646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6482559965798006646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6482559965798006646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/general.html' title='General'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4822950757562558315</id><published>2008-08-12T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:29:53.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis quite depressing</title><content type='html'>I just had my last meal of bagel and lox :'( The thought of it is just so depressing I can't even comprehend it. Ego non laetissimus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back in England next Tuesday! The visit here has been quite fun, if a little bit boring. I'm still revising Latin (Latinam nimus odiosus) and I'm learning it quite quickly, so yay! I'm going into NY again tomorrow I think, which will be quite fun. I've been exercising lots, which is quite fun, and have now started going on the treadmill for an hour every day :) The Olympics have been really great, America just beat France in the swimming which was just amazing to see. Go Michael Phelps! And China got the gold in the gymnastics, which was brilliant. Go China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news...I'm completely broke. I have spent $102 in the last two days (it sounds really bad, but that's the most I've spent so far in this trip! I want to keep everything I've bought, but if I don't return something I'll be completely broke for a while. :( ARGH! Why don't I have more money!? Ego ammodum iratus! GRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4822950757562558315?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4822950757562558315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4822950757562558315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4822950757562558315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4822950757562558315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/tis-quite-depressing.html' title='&apos;Tis quite depressing'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2278592050973772119</id><published>2008-08-09T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:16:23.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod</title><content type='html'>My ipod is fixed! Well, not really my ipod, but I got new earphones so now I can listen to music while I jog again. And it helps SO MUCH! I haven't jogged for the last 3 days, the first because it was my rest day, the second because I went into NY so I didn't have time, and the last day because I was too tired. Anyway, today I went back and partly because I was well rested, and partly because I had my music I was able to jog the whole 3 miles again! And, not only that, I was able to do it a lot better than I have been recently. I've been finding it hard to run because my legs have been so sore and because I have no music, so I could only do these really weird little steps which of course made it a lot harder. Today I could do it normally, like I did when I first started, so I am a lot happier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note, I'm watching the Olympics right now and revising latin. The opening ceremonies were AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 中国加油!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2278592050973772119?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2278592050973772119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2278592050973772119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2278592050973772119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2278592050973772119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/ipod.html' title='Ipod'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3544922627675094658</id><published>2008-08-06T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:34:14.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My computer is fixed!</title><content type='html'>Finally, my computer is fixed after much hardship, time and money. Anyway, nothing much has been happening here- my aunt, uncle and cousin left on Sunday, the day after my mom's birthday. Me and my dad had stayed up way, way late into the night preparing her gifts, until 2am to be precise, and she didn't even like them! We spent hours and hours writing 'Happy Birthday Hil' on these little pasteries she likes, and she said she didn't like the icing and that we ruined the stupid pasteries! Grr! She did however say she liked my birthday card (which I spent 1 1/2 hours on) which is good, because it took a lot of effort. It was 3-d and homemade, and it had colours and borders! Which doesn't sound like a very big deal but it was. I was very proud of it :) I think she was being sarcastic, though, when she said she liked it, which is really not funny when you spend so much time on something! :P I am quite pleased today because I finally finished my maths book- all 121 pages of it- so now I'm onto Latin and Cantonese! No time for rest, lol. I also have been exercising, but unfortunately I'm down to 2 laps because for some reason by the end of the first lap I usually have stomach cramps, and by the end of the second they're really intense. I don't know why. It's weird. I hope they go away. Tomorrow we're going into NY to wander around a little bit, and then we're going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art which is also nice :) I bought some new stuff recently too, but haven't spent as much as my brother! Bought a nice Ralph Lauren jacket yesterday for $20, suggested retail $176. Bargain, and I love it! My brother says it looks like a straitjacket, but I love it. So I am happy. Forgot to mention I also bought some of my favourite chinese candy- mung cookies! They taste like sawdust :) but I love them. We also bought some green cake, my custard bao baos and these enormous soft yellow sponges, as well as DURIAN CANDY and, amazingly, PHOSPHORUS WATER!! I tried the durian candy and now I realize what the big deal is. We got the whole family to try it :) and now I realize...well, I'm not going to write about it here because some of the people who I want to try it read this blog. Just assume it's either mind-bogglingly good or mind-bogglingly bad. You'll find out! Anyway, about the phosphorus water, it's lime green and iridescent and I love it. Well, the look anyway. I hate the taste. I just bought it because I wanted to display it. I'll put some pics up later just because I'm so happy I bought it :D Anyway, that's basically what I've been doing recently. I probably left out some stuff because I'm too tired to think of it. Oh, I've been researching Confucianism and Taoism too, and reading a bunch. Just finished Lolita, by Vladmir Nabokov. Really, really, really good. Just brilliant. Incidentally, my brother wants to name his future son Vladmir. Isn't that weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3544922627675094658?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3544922627675094658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3544922627675094658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3544922627675094658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3544922627675094658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-computer-is-fixed.html' title='My computer is fixed!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2504368235367782147</id><published>2008-07-25T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:23:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General</title><content type='html'>Just went to the Manor yesterday which was, as always, brilliant. My brother ate something like 23 lobsters, and I ate tons of the desserts which were really, really tasty. I'll put up some pics as soon as I can. Today was so much harder jogging, though- everyday I try to jog farther, but by the first mile I was exhausted. I still made it, though, so...go me? Anyway, what else has been happening...the computer is broken so I'm writing using the on-screen keyboard, which is really, really annoying. My uncle, aunt and cousin are here which is really nice as I haven't seen them in about 2 years. Also bought tons of stuff :D which is extremely cool and cheap too! Anyway, what else am I thinking about...did you know papaya is a natural tenderizer, and if you put it in a bag with a slice of meat for 24 hours, it turns to mush? Also, I think I am addicted to things I don't like, such as scary movies, marmite and showers. I don't like showers- I have sensitive skin, and the water always seems so pointy, but I just can't take baths anymore, because they seem so slow. Oh, also I just remembered I saw Transformers yesterday which completely rocked. Anyway, I just wrote this to distract myself from doing revision, so I'd better get back to...chemistry! woot :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2504368235367782147?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2504368235367782147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2504368235367782147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2504368235367782147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2504368235367782147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/general.html' title='General'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3476978039921798419</id><published>2008-07-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:00:30.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America</title><content type='html'>The US is actually really boring right now. Today I saw some adorable rabbits, but they made me sad because I found out they're meant to be eaten. They were black and fuzzy and floppy and they galumphed around and I was in love with them :) but soon they will die which makes me very unhappy :( I also revised today a lot, about six hours, and wrote down all the biology notes from year 10-11. I then watched Cloverfield, which was surprisingly boring, and now I am writing on my blog for lack of anything else to do. Tomorrow my aunt, uncle and cousin are coming over, which is exciting because I haven't seen them for a while. Although it's not too late, i wonder if anyone else gets emotional when they get tired? Using my limited scientific knowledge this makes sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serotonin=happiness. I am tired and am not doing anything, so I am not reacting to any stimuli, so none of my neurones are working. This means there is no need to release transmitter chemicals, so there is no serotonin and therefore I am feeling quite sad right now. So...yeah. I really doubt this theory makes any sense. but I suppose it's best to think about these things, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what else is there to write about...I have been feeling quite cooped up in the house. It is really annoying that every time I go on the computer I get kicked off because I am too 'lazy' and I am constantly being told to lose weight and just am generally criticized and looked over, but my brother gets to laze around the house 24/7 and I am expected to help him with revision, make him food, entertain him, etc and I still am constantly yelled at while my brother is fawned over by everyone for simply liking to dress well. I don't mind not being overlooked, as its my parents choice and it's not in my place to judge their opinion; however it is not fair to be punished for doing nothing wrong and I really despise the double standard.  There is nothing to do here except to go shopping, which is especially boring because there are no clothes I want and the ones I do want are too expensive. I am going jogging tomorrow morning, which is exhausting but somehow fun, although&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I get the feeling I will not be very inspired tomorrow. There's also some other stuff happening which is a little painful, but c'est la vie! I should probably go to sleep soon, because sleeping always makes me feel better for some reason. I also feel very lonely, which is really not fun, and I...still have a while to go! Ugh, I sound just a little bit miserable, lol, but otherwise there is no one or nothing to talk to or about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for tomorrow is to get up early, jog, shower, revise lots, go to Loehmans and revise again, see Uncle Ben, Auntie Denise and Adam, entertain Adam, watch a movie, go on the computer if I'm feeling up to it, go to sleep sometime. This is pretty much my plan for the entire time I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I should write about something scientific because my post so far is really ridiculously stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why different people like different types of food. We are all made of the same DNA. bascially, with different combinations of alleles. I wonder, do the alleles have anything to do with us liking different types of food? Your body's main interest is survival, so technically you should eat the food you like and not eat the food you dislike because your body is telling you what it wants it to do, which is basically to survive. However, this also doesn't make much sense because I like these really fattening Italian cookies better than carrots, which are healthier than you. My theory is that we once had to survive on very little food and lots of physical activity, so we have not yet evolved enough to deal with having lots of food without needing to do much physical activity. Therefore, we naturally crave fatty foods and do not crave vegetables, etc because we are used to having to eat a lot of them. Anyway, that's my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done ranting, even though what I ranted about is absolutely nothing except a waste of space that should not be read by anyone except for me as it is bollocks. So...if you read it, you really shouldn't have because normally I would write this in my journal, but I didn't bring it on holiday with me so I had to write it here! But no one reads my blog anyway so meh :) At least I'm thinking science!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3476978039921798419?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3476978039921798419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3476978039921798419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3476978039921798419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3476978039921798419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/america.html' title='America'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4294704368008247655</id><published>2008-07-20T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:18:41.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-cap</title><content type='html'>Right, haven't written anything since before DofE, so here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DofE was pretty good up until the last day, when me and my two friends got in a big fight which was nicht zu cool :( but I think it's sorted so now I am a lot happier :D However, the other days were quite good. One day we walked 25 miles, which was basically the day everything went wrong. Brier got ill, Kasia lost her phone and camera (although the camera was found after a long, arduous search) and we had to walk up and down a very steep, painful and prickly hill with many ferns that were taller than me and many spiky, painful bushes which attacked me a couple of times :( The next day I thought was a lot harder, as we had to walk up this really, really steep mountain and the weather was just horrific. Otherwise, everything was pretty alright; I was quite proud that I was able to walk so far and Bigs called me pretty much every day which really encouraged me. However, it did bring up my OCDness about toilets which has now spread to everything. So I am a little bit nutzoid about germs :S I wasn't too tired after DofE; I went to sleep at 11 and had to wake up at 4am the next day to go to the airport for America which sucked immensely. The flight was good; I watched the Exorcist which was really very funny and some other movies, and ate these awesome chocolate brownies :D Nothing much has been happening in the US; we went shopping and my bro spend a ridiculous amount of money on clothes, something like $345 and I bought two dresses for $30. My uncle and his family are coming on Wednesday, and we are going to the Manor on Thursday which is really, really exciting. I started jogging yesterday, and ran 2 miles, walked to miles and sprinted up a few hills which is quite good, I think. I am trying to stay healthy and slim here, especially since my family keeps on bothering me about it, grr! I have been quite lazy and have not been revising much which makes me feel very indolent and bleugh, so I will try to fix that tomorrow! My mom has been really grumpy at home, so I am feeling quite cooped up here but fortunately I have been talking to Bigs and Brier which is really, really saving me lol. What else has been happening here...nothing much, other than lots of good food, good movies, good shopping and being quite lazy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4294704368008247655?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4294704368008247655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4294704368008247655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4294704368008247655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4294704368008247655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-cap.html' title='Re-cap'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4995298994462667745</id><published>2008-07-12T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:31:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>...you know 'x' means kiss and 'o' means hug? Why is that? I was thinking about it yesterday, but I haven't found any answer. You can sort of see how x looks like a kiss and o looks like a hug, but who thought of that? :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4995298994462667745?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4995298994462667745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4995298994462667745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4995298994462667745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4995298994462667745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3674108753256559727</id><published>2008-07-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:58:14.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>It's my friend's birthday soon, and I really don't know what to get her. We always buy each other expensive gifts, but they never seem to be quite suitable. Even though I know her really well, our gifts never seem to be quite right for each other so :S- this year I will try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linksoflondon.com/dynamic/eshop/product_images/thumbnail_cache/360x360/657-red-heart-charm-bracelet-image-1.jpg"&gt;http://www.linksoflondon.com/dynamic/eshop/product_images/thumbnail_cache/360x360/657-red-heart-charm-bracelet-image-1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love charm bracelets. I think that they're a really thoughtful gift, and you can wear them all the time with anything because they can be both casual and dressy. Also, you always remember who gave it to you because they're so unique. So...maybe a charm bracelet? But then again, it may not suit her so I don't know. I'll buy her something nice in the US anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3674108753256559727?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3674108753256559727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3674108753256559727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3674108753256559727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3674108753256559727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3104798692793797251</id><published>2008-07-10T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:49:42.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>I'm really having trouble titling my posts. Anyway, met up with Brier in town again. Got some revision guides for next year and spent over 40 POUNDS! Ho gwai or what!? Went back home again and practiced some of my Cantonese, which I'm remembering better. Bigs and his friends called me; it sounds like they're having a lot of fun camping and are being very, very silly and boyish. Watched Devil Beside You again for a long, long time as well. I love Devil Beside You, it's so cute! Asian dramas are adorable. Ahmon is so sweet to Qi Yue in it as well! In this episode, for Christmas Ahmon makes her a handmade Christmas tree, and in the next episode, he bought her a really pretty bracelet to remember him because he was leaving to go to Italy and he wasn't going to see her for a year :) sweet. And in the next episode...well, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMuUWuGNMyw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMuUWuGNMyw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start watching a new show, though :( I finished Devil Beside You last Christmas but I still haven't found another one to replace it. I tried watching Smiling Pasta but Cyndi and Nicholas are NO WAY as good pairing as Rainie and Mike. Also, Nicholas is really mean in Smiling Pasta. In Devil Beside You, Mike is cool but really sweet, whereas in Smiling Pasta Nicholas is just plain mean! When I'm in America, maybe I'll buy some dramas to watch :D and it will help with my Cantonese too! Although Cantonese dramas are no way near as good as Taiwanese ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3104798692793797251?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3104798692793797251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3104798692793797251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3104798692793797251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3104798692793797251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3542722123730208093</id><published>2008-07-07T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:08:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolita</title><content type='html'>Today I read two articles that really upset me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/2115077/Heelarius-high-heels-for-babies-go-on-sale.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/2115077/Heelarius-high-heels-for-babies-go-on-sale.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1032029/Mummys-little-Lolita-The-11-year-old-girl-beauty-treatments-cost-300-month-make-look-like-Barbie.html"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1032029/Mummys-little-Lolita-The-11-year-old-girl-beauty-treatments-cost-300-month-make-look-like-Barbie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second article, the girl looks older than me, and she's five years younger! Both articles are appalling and obscence, and very frightening. The West is so oversexualized! Every day you see tons and tons of girls tarted up completely indecently; STDs are rampant, divorce is higher than ever and it just keeps getting worse! What I'm really worried about is that the East is going to follow this path just because it is more 'modern' and 'cool' to be Western, especially after the Edison Chen incident which was very, very shocking. SO MANY PHOTOS! I was astounded when I learned that Gillian was involved. Certainly the Twins are a lot less popular than they once were, considering their main market was tweens. The only good point I can think of about the scandal was how horrified the public were when they found out, and all the negative repurcussions they received. Sure, celebrities should be allowed to have some privacy, but they are models for society and should act like it. Sometimes I think that Leehom, Jay Chou and Rainie Yang are very popular and very, very good role models, so Easten society should still be innocent, but then I think about Jolin Tsai and Edison Chen and think that it is becoming corrupted. Even the end of Devil Beside You was shocking! Well, I suppose that the East will also place more value on innocence than the West; natural beauty and sweetness is still prized there, and a 16 year old in HK is about the equivalent to an 11 year old, or younger considering the second article, in England. I'm disgusted and appalled with the way 'beauty' is represented in the West. Although I love my boyfriend and friends in England, I do detest the chavs who unfortunately make up a very large part of society here. I am definitely more Chinese in my way of thinking and my values. I can't wait to go to HK again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3542722123730208093?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3542722123730208093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3542722123730208093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3542722123730208093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3542722123730208093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/lolita.html' title='Lolita'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-797981955959073261</id><published>2008-07-06T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:50:08.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Stuff</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was prom, afterparty carried on until Thursday morning, Zac's was on Friday, just met up in town with Brier today and tomorrow we're having a last Prom 6 meeting to say goodbye to Anna. So, quite a fun-packed week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was quite fun; the decorations were a bit lacking, but dancing was really cool! First I went to Bigs' house and took some photos, then went in a really cool car (with free Belgian chocolates, whey!) to the school. Spent about half an hour taking photos of everyone coming in, then went inside and danced the night away! Although the songs weren't so good, it was still really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afterparty was a lot more fun than the prom, everyone just had a really fun time dancing and socialising and playing videogames and, for some, getting really, really drunk. Everyone stayed up for pretty much the whole night, probably due to the Mountain Dew; I dozed a little but that's really it. Got some great pics and photos which I'll have to load on facebook. Awesome night altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we all went to Zac's house for the luncheon. That was also really fun; Zac cooked us a feast and then we watched a really cool movie called 'School for Scoundrels' which was hilarious. We waited for the bus back to town for about an hour, which was really boring, and then we went and played for a while in the playground at the Jesus Green. Also very fun, the food especially was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went into town with Brier which was quite fun, but now I feel sick from the coffee. Clowns really is the best place ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're saying goodbye to Anna, which is very sad. It'll be the last Prom 6 meeting ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a great post, as I'm quite tired, but that was pretty much my week in a little detail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-797981955959073261?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/797981955959073261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=797981955959073261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/797981955959073261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/797981955959073261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/recent-stuff.html' title='Recent Stuff'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7365766797242237138</id><published>2008-07-01T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:23:54.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>...is the Prom! I'm so excited! Recently I've been feeling really bored and awful and lazy because I haven't had the energy to do anything productive, yet am too hyper to relax. Today I need to paint my nails and stuff, which is not too bad, and tomorrow will be the final touches. I still need to see how we're getting there, so I'll talk to Bigs later, but he's probably still exhausted from his LAN party. Some people still haven't arranged their transport to my afterparty, but really at this point it's their own fault! So now I'm a bit more laissez-faire about arranging. I've been walking around today in my heels, which is quite impractical since I just had to clean the house, but I need to break them in a little before tomorrow. They're not too bad; they're just a little slippy so I need to rub the bottoms with sandpaper or walk around outside to roughen them up. I've bought all the afterparty stuff which really was quite expensive, and I need to try to blow up a hundred balloons before tomorrow! That's going to be really hard, because it is absolutely impossible for me to blow up balloons, for some reason, so that's my dad's responsibility now. What else is there...nothing much, really. I just need to do some little beauty things for tomorrow, but nothing huge- some people are going to the salon! I think it's waaaay too expensive.  I'll just make sure I look nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7365766797242237138?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7365766797242237138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7365766797242237138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7365766797242237138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7365766797242237138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7787909887035343324</id><published>2008-06-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:27:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>Went on a total baking frenzy yesterday! First I made a bunch of cookies for my family, and then I thought it would be nice to make some cookies for Bigs and his friends because they're having a party tomorrow so I made an absolute TON for them. Altogether I spent about seven hours in total baking, which was tiring but fun! The funny thing is I don't even really like cookies, I just enjoy making them! I especially like stirring everything together, which is a little weird I suppose. Tomorrow I'm going to be too busy beautifying myself before the prom to do anything, and then Wednesday's the prom so I'll be busy then too, and then I'll be exhausted on Thursday because I'll be tired after the afterparty! I know I have to make something for Zac's dinner party, so actually I'd better get back to baking again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7787909887035343324?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7787909887035343324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7787909887035343324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7787909887035343324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7787909887035343324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3993071919327289991</id><published>2008-06-29T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:47:36.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=191"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=191&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=206"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=206&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=216"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=216&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=223"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=223&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=226"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=226&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is total sacrilege against Inuyasha. He is sacred. Everything else is hilarious! I really like the last one, too. It's so silly it would be romantic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3993071919327289991?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3993071919327289991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3993071919327289991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3993071919327289991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3993071919327289991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-more.html' title='Even more...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5437221086513566033</id><published>2008-06-29T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:37:27.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=88"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=107"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=107&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=114"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=118"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=118&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=125"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=125&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=126"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=126&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=146"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=146&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=154"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=154&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=260"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=260&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=261"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=261&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=169"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=169&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=176"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=176&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=182"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=182&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this site and I love it! Even though it is proof that I play waaaaay to many videogames...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5437221086513566033?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5437221086513566033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5437221086513566033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5437221086513566033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5437221086513566033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/comics.html' title='Comics'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4288182393060717888</id><published>2008-06-29T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:32:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>I'm really looking forward to it! I've got my dress, my shoes and my hairclip (only a pound!), so my outfit is finally complete. Currently we don't have a ride, but I still think it would be really, really fun to bunk anyway. What's really annoying me is sorting out the afterparty. People don't seem to understand how difficult it is to arrange things! For one, not everyone has RSVPed, despite me continuously nagging them. Secondly, almost no one has arranged how they are getting here, which is even more annoying! I don't mind too much if a few people I hadn't expected turn up, but I do definitely mind if a lot of people who has said they would come don't turn up because they haven't arranged how to get here! I sent a group email to EVERYONE I invited telling them to tell me how they are getting here, which is about 30ish people, and so far ONLY ONE PERSON has replied! It's really getting on my nerves! I spent a lot of my OWN money on the food and spent a lot of time organising it; you'd really think people would have the decency to tell you whether they are coming or not after being nagged, reminded and scolded about a billion times! ARGH! Well, anyway, I'm really looking forward to the prom and the afterparty, it's just the organising for everything is a little bit stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4288182393060717888?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4288182393060717888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4288182393060717888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4288182393060717888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4288182393060717888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-9141727417127069355</id><published>2008-06-28T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:36:10.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourists!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went into town for Jasmine's Birthday party, which was rather fun. We all met up at the Lucky Star buffet and ate and chatted, and then I went into city centre with Zac, Sim and Brier. Oh, it was so much fun! We were so silly; first we split up because I needed to get a hairclip for the prom, so I went with Brier, and Zac wanted to try on a suit so he went with Sim. Then we all met up in Costa and chatted for a while, before we decided to try out being tourists! So we wandered around for ages taking lots of photos and videos, and we even got some free Red Bull which made me and Sim a little hyper. Then Zac had to leave, so me, Brier and Sim went to the Jesus Green little kids park and played there, which was really fun- we let our inner children out! Got loads of brilliant photos and videos- my favourite one is me, Sim and Brier holding hands and skipping down the Backs! Though Zac wasn't too happy about that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-9141727417127069355?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9141727417127069355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=9141727417127069355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/9141727417127069355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/9141727417127069355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/tourists.html' title='Tourists!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2131092450066001893</id><published>2008-06-27T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T03:59:07.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantonese</title><content type='html'>I've decided to try to start learning Cantonese again before I go to see my grandparents. I decided to listen to my 'Lonely Planet' CD, and I'm glad to say that it's all coming back! I'll just write out a conversation of what I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo tao fu yun!&lt;br /&gt;jo tao, ngaw hoi ee bong lei ma?&lt;br /&gt;lei sic mm sic gong ying man?&lt;br /&gt;sieu sieu&lt;br /&gt;hoa. ngaw yau ma fan. ngaw dong sut low. ngaw sheur yieu BP yun ze low.&lt;br /&gt;maan maan! hoa, lei chee hi lee do.&lt;br /&gt;dojei!&lt;br /&gt;um sai hat hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not very good I suppose. Anyway, I was watching Devil Beside You last night; it's so funny! The best scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmon: "let's go make some sticky rice"&lt;br /&gt;Qi Yue: "sticky rice?"&lt;br /&gt;*run together to art room where his friends are*&lt;br /&gt;Ahmon: "now, go make us some sticky rice!"&lt;br /&gt;Qi Yue: "you jerk! I thought you meant the OTHER sticky rice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't get this if you don't know the slang, but if you do, watch Devil Beside You and it's hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2131092450066001893?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2131092450066001893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2131092450066001893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2131092450066001893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2131092450066001893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/cantonese.html' title='Cantonese'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1397629682898511787</id><published>2008-06-26T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:31:33.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying...</title><content type='html'>...was AMAZING! Only word for it, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1397629682898511787?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1397629682898511787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1397629682898511787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1397629682898511787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1397629682898511787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/flying.html' title='Flying...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5570541075519740822</id><published>2008-06-26T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:18:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr!</title><content type='html'>I have developed a really, really extreme fear of toilets now, which is really inconvenient. Every time I think of them I feel physically ill. I have to brush my teeth outside the door now, which is really annoying, and every time I go in all I can think is GERMS! GERMS! GERMS! I've gotten really OCD about washing my hands now, and I don't even like opening the door handle anymore. I have to stop thinking about it, now, because I'm starting to feel really queasy. Ugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5570541075519740822?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5570541075519740822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5570541075519740822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5570541075519740822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5570541075519740822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/grr.html' title='Grr!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3660467123878177504</id><published>2008-06-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:39:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D of E</title><content type='html'>ARGH I AM SO ANNOYED MY POST HAS DELETED ITSELF TWICE NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rant over. Just finished D of E practice and am feeling quite pleased with myself as I am not too tired. Our group walked about 15km at the least less than the other groups, which shows as comparatively we are not too tired. However, I am now really, really dreading the Peak District which will be a lot harder as we have to walk 48km uphill compared to the 34km we walked flat this time, and I have also developed a severe phobia of campground toilets; so much so it makes me feel teary and nauseous every time I think of them. So I'll stop thinking about them for now. I have big, black bruises on my collarbones which is annoying and painful, especially since the prom is in a week exactly and my dress is halter necked, and I have invisible bruises on my hips. The Good News: I exercised a hell of a lot, and I didn't get eaten alive by mosquitoes. Yep, not one bite! So that makes me feel a little happier. Also, I am going flying with my boyfriend tomorrow, which I am really excited about. But that's off topic. Anyway, in conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First day was pretty good, we set a good pace and I walked the entire way with the Dans which I am quite proud of, especially since I am smaller, thinner and am a girl. Unfortunately me doing this annoyed Brier and Kasia, which I understand and feel quite bad about now, but at the time I was too tired to care and was feeling rather cool for being able to walk at the same pace as two well seasoned campers for an ENTIRE DAY! Yeah, baby! Got into the campsite quite early and tried to set up the tent, which failed the first time as it was inside out which was rather annoying. Then I made dinner, which was really, REALLY annoying because I used about a billion tablets and the water didn't STILL didn't boil for about an hour. However, in the end it was quite tasty. After dinner my boyfriend called me, which was really quite sweet and made me feel quite cheerful for the rest of the evening. Then I went off into the Dans's tent and we played Black Jack until about ten at night, which was fun and for some reason I got really, really addicted to Black Jack and have cravings to play it which I will in two weeks at the Peak District. After that I left their tent and went to say hi to Andy's group, and I helped them make their curry by stirring the pot. I really love stirring things, which is really odd of me I know. Come to think of it, that may be why I like baking things so much- I don't really enjoy eating the cake, but I do really enjoy stirring everything together and eating the cake mix. Yum. Well, anyway, after that I went to sleep which was horrible because I was cold and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Second day was alright until the end. I kept up the same pace with the Dans, but by the end I was quite tired. I was really angry with Kaisa and Brier at the beginning when we got to the campstite because they refused to set up the tent and kept on changing their mind about where they wanted to pitch, so in the end I had to set it up myself which was surprisingly fun. After that I started texting Bigs, but then one of the teacher's caught me and yelled at me and said I was a 'Mommy's girl' and I stupidly retorted, 'I'm not texting my mom!' before I realized how dumb I looked. I hate Rita. Everyone else thinks she's really nice, but she's not. She's evil and ingratiating and sickly sweet. Grrr. Anyway, I texted him later anyway, except it was really difficult to because the connection was crap so I got frustated. He texted me a really sweet message though, which made me happy and encouraged me when I felt tired for the rest of the trip. Then I ate my dinner, which was tasty again except it took really, really long to boil and I used up 18 out of 24 tablets and it still took about an hour. Then it went really, really bad as suddenly I became really, really ill which was not only an awful experience but was also inconvenient. Blergh. After that me and Brier sat outside and rated all the boys' backs in the campground, which I think freaked the Dans out a little. Dan C had the best back in the campsite, but we didn't tell him that. So I holed up in my tent with Brier, which was quite fun as we chatted and chatted for absolutely ages except I didn't get to play Black Jack which made me a little sad. Kasia came in a little later, but then- which was really annoying- said she had to go to the bathroom, took her sleeping bag and left. Brier had also needed to go to the bathroom, so she went soon afterward, but for some reason Kasia wasn't there. So Brier came back to the tent, and we waited for about 30m minutes- and it was about 12 by then- before we got out of our tent even though we were tired, cold, damp and it was extremely inconvenient to search for Kasia. Brier at the time was quite hysterical, and she was doing this combo of laughing and crying at the same time, and she refused to go near the toilets to look because she was frightened. So, we went to Jasmine's tent and quietly asked, even though we knew they would be annoyed as it was MIDNIGHT if she wasn't there, if Kasia was there and lo and behold she was! So we were really, really, really, really angry at her afterward. About an hour and a half later, I woke up after being dead asleep and was ill again, which completely sucked and made me feel really, really crap. So then I went to asleep and was all blargh until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Third day was a lot better, except Dan1 really annoyed me because he was worried I wasn't going to be able to do the real D of E because it would be too hard. I was really, REALLY annoyed about that even though I knew I was being irrational and irritable, because really I had been really good for the entire trip and had walked with the Dans for the last TWO DAYS waaay ahead of Brier and Kasia, even though they walked really fast. So yeah, I had been quite proud of myself for keeping up with the Dans even though I'm the smallest person in the group and they had walked at a really fast pace! But anyway, apart from that the third day was pretty good; I walked with Brier for most of it and we didn't have very many breaks so we were early going home! As soon as I got home I had a shower and then a bath, so now I'm uber clean, and then I ate a huge plate of lo mai fan which was yummy good! Now I'm tired and am going to go play videogames. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3660467123878177504?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3660467123878177504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3660467123878177504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3660467123878177504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3660467123878177504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-of-e.html' title='D of E'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7299578022631383348</id><published>2008-06-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:49:27.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D of E tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I'm going to be exhausted afterward! I've got three days of walking ahead of me, but it's nothing compared to the real expedition! My pack is unfortunately quite heavy, and I haven't even added the tent. I'm bringing oatmeal, some nuts and dried fruit, and pot noodles for dinner which should be alright. I'm going to miss my bed and good food, definitely! Now I'm feeling rather sad about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7299578022631383348?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7299578022631383348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7299578022631383348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7299578022631383348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7299578022631383348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-of-e-tomorrow.html' title='D of E tomorrow'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3993032859094980424</id><published>2008-06-21T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:54:37.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Golden Age</title><content type='html'>Finally I met someone who shares my taste in movies! It seems today that no new actors or actresses can compare to actors and actresses like Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Audrey Hepbrun and Elizabeth Taylor. My favourite movies are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Streetcar named Desire&lt;br /&gt;-Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;-Breakfast at Tiffanys&lt;br /&gt;-Belle de Jour&lt;br /&gt;-Love in the Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;-Sunset Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;-Gentlemen Prefer Blondes&lt;br /&gt;-Wait Until Dark&lt;br /&gt;-Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;-Philidelphia Story&lt;br /&gt;-A Place in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;-Cat on a Hot Tin Roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots more! I'm really looking forward to visiting my grandparents because they have a really good collection of old movies at the library there. I've seen nearly all the Audrey Hepburn movies, and I want to see some with Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe in, especially Cleopatra. I also really like Catherine Deneuve, especially after Belle de Jour, and I'm hoping they'll have Repulsion as well. I've been wanting to see Whatever Happened to Baby Jane too, which I know they have, so I'm really excited! My favourite genre of movies is probably horror, which I would class Whatever Happened to Baby Jane and Repulsion in because they're about mental diseases. I also like romances, like Breakfast at Tiffanys or Love in the Afternoon. Best combo is horror and romance, but at all the sleepovers I go to I'm the only one who likes to do this...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3993032859094980424?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3993032859094980424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3993032859094980424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3993032859094980424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3993032859094980424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/hollywood-golden-age.html' title='Hollywood Golden Age'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8767090950399363521</id><published>2008-06-19T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:36:59.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.paulgraham.com/cities.html"&gt;http://www.paulgraham.com/cities.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8767090950399363521?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8767090950399363521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8767090950399363521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8767090950399363521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8767090950399363521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/paul-graham.html' title='Paul Graham'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8182425051651109726</id><published>2008-06-18T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:15:02.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China</title><content type='html'>Recently China's had a huge amount of bad luck, which is really quite ironic considering this year is supposed to be its luckiest, with the Olympics, growing economy and number eight and all. First the winter storms, then the incident with Tibet, then the earthquake and now the flooding! It makes me feel sick to think of all the earthquake victims in Sichuan. Leehom talked about helping the victims in his birthday video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1s5xBJOoLs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1s5xBJOoLs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Bush's response to Hurricane Katrina, China was really very adept. China's response to the earthquake was positive for three main reasons: it dampened the criticism they were receiving about Tibet, it showed the world that China was becoming less restricted (especially compared to the Gang of Four's glaringly different actions in 1976 in the Tangshan earthquake), and it showed that they were able to effectively handle disasters and that they cared about the public. Wen Jiabao's actions were in particular very touching. I just hope that nothing worse happens to China before the Olympics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8182425051651109726?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8182425051651109726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8182425051651109726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8182425051651109726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8182425051651109726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/china.html' title='China'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7691067340885187527</id><published>2008-06-17T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:12:08.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke of Edinburugh</title><content type='html'>Finally, our group has sorted it out and we are actually going next Monday! I'm actually getting quite excited about it now, although it'll be hard work the memories will be fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7691067340885187527?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7691067340885187527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7691067340885187527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7691067340885187527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7691067340885187527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/duke-of-edinburugh.html' title='Duke of Edinburugh'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6781171078310418229</id><published>2008-06-16T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:24:12.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...last night I was thinking...your receptors react to stimuli, which travel along your sensory neurons, which transmit the information to the CNS, which then sends the response via motor neurons to the effectors which are either muscles/glands. I was wondering, the more sensitive an area is, does that mean there are more receptors, or is it just that the receptors are just trained to be more sensitive? Just wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6781171078310418229?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6781171078310418229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6781171078310418229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6781171078310418229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6781171078310418229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7034322733642954119</id><published>2008-06-15T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:34:24.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>Every time I go on here, I've been meaning to post about something really important, but when I log on I just forget. Anyway, I've been feeling ill for the last few days, but I think that's just a result of eating too much, which is disgusting. So now I just feel bloated and ill and I want to sleep all the time, and I have a slight cold which really, really is quite awful. Recently I just tend to float through the day doing things that are absolutely meaningless and time wasting until I go to sleep. I was going to meet up with some friends tomorrow, but can't because I haven't revised all week, which is terrible because I need to get an A* on my science exams. Just feeling terribly unmotivated; probably because I know I should be revising but I put it off by doing things like going on wikicrawls and drawing little stick people and their communities all over my revision guides. Right! Some stuff to get off my mind...I'm really annoyed about the D of E because our group has organised NOTHING which means I have to go in tomorrow and sort it out, even though I don't know anything about camping. Another thing...I had such a hard time beating the Water Temple in Zelda, which was really, really annoying and I think raised my blood pressure enormously. For one, Dark Link is a complete bum to beat, and I had to leave a bunch of times to fill up my magic and try again which irritated the hell out of me. Also, in the hallway before Morphea, I couldn't get past those moving blades, which also annoyed me. Thirdly, I am almost completely inactive which is really, really irritating me because I feel like I should do something, but am not because I think I should be revising. Fourthly, I am organising an afterprom party, but no one is responding at all!!! And also a bunch of other things which I don't really want to write about and also can't explain. I suppose it's making me feel better that I'm writing this, even though nobody's going to read this. I need to go exercise after this post, but it's really not doing anything at all. What I should do is start eating healthier...I'll post what I ate today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porridge + fruit&lt;br /&gt;1/2 slice of bread + some cubes of ham and cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl cereal&lt;br /&gt;1 tortilla wrap+lettuce+potatoes+sausage (yum)&lt;br /&gt;handful of bombay mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I walked my dog twice, and am going to exercise later. Right! From tomorrow I've got to remotivate myself, because I've been so completely lazy and let myself fall into this routine. Anyway, I'm going to stop pointless ranting now and exercise and go to sleep because I am so ridiculously exhausted :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7034322733642954119?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7034322733642954119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7034322733642954119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7034322733642954119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7034322733642954119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4579647534260327457</id><published>2008-06-13T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:15:59.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>I really like these poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Raven; Edgar Allan Poe (too long to paste here, look at the link):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html"&gt;http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Fleurs du mal, Charles Baudelaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,&lt;br /&gt;N'ont pas encore brodé de leurs plaisants dessins&lt;br /&gt;Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,&lt;br /&gt;C'est que notre âme, hélas! n'est pas assez hardie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est l'Ennui! —l'œil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,&lt;br /&gt;Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.&lt;br /&gt;Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,&lt;br /&gt;—Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If rape and poison, dagger and burning,&lt;br /&gt;Have still not embroidered their pleasant designs&lt;br /&gt;On the banal canvas of our pitiable destinies,&lt;br /&gt;It's because our souls, alas, are not bold enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ennui! — his eye brimming with spontaneous tear&lt;br /&gt;He dreams of the gallows in the haze of his hookah.&lt;br /&gt;You know him, reader, this delicate monster,&lt;br /&gt;Hypocritical reader, my likeness, my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite morbid, I know, but I'm in a weird mood :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4579647534260327457?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4579647534260327457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4579647534260327457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4579647534260327457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4579647534260327457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-673111552899371258</id><published>2008-06-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:21:17.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Splendid Suns</title><content type='html'>...is a really great book. It's by the same guy who wrote 'the Kite Runner.' It's superbly written, very touching and very sad. Recently I've been quite interested in Middle Eastern culture, and have just read a bunch of articles about Saudi Arabia in the NY times and have also reread Sultana. What I think is really fascinating is how two completely opposite societies can live on the same planet! In the West, promiscuity is rampant and many teens have almost complete freedom; they drink, do drugs, have sex, etc without much, if any negative repurcussions. However, in the East, teens have what we would consider to be no freedom; in Sultana, one of her friends who had been meeting guys was discovered and drowned in her pool. Really, I think both societies are too much. Just in England, you walk down the street and see absolutely tons of young single mothers with their broods, smoking on the corners! I think an equilibrium between the two would be nice- freedom, but also seeing the consquences for your actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-673111552899371258?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/673111552899371258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=673111552899371258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/673111552899371258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/673111552899371258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='A Thousand Splendid Suns'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8062811742871516806</id><published>2008-06-11T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:15:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/10/education/10asians.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/10/education/10asians.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it would be great if that stereotype was forgotten! Then my parents would be happy with my getting all As instead of telling me to try harder or bring shame on my family! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8062811742871516806?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8062811742871516806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8062811742871516806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8062811742871516806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8062811742871516806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/stereotypical.html' title='Stereotypical'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-320021810896959859</id><published>2008-06-02T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:10:07.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yves Saint Laurent</title><content type='html'>...is dead. I can't believe it! He made such a big difference in fashion. It was so impressive that he was able to continue Christian Dior's empire, and I really love his trapeze look. I've always liked his clothes, especially Claudia Schiffer's wedding dress! (see here &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/06/02/fashion/0602-LAURENT_11.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/06/02/fashion/0602-LAURENT_11.html&lt;/a&gt;) It's really a shame he's dead, but at least he knows he made an important contribution to women's fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-320021810896959859?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/320021810896959859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=320021810896959859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/320021810896959859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/320021810896959859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/yves-saint-laurent.html' title='Yves Saint Laurent'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3566409017084909795</id><published>2008-06-01T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:26:49.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Researching old Hollywood stars...</title><content type='html'>...and I found out about this thing they used to do called 'yellowface' and 'blackface.' It is so incredibly racist! What it means is white actors would put on lots and lots of make-up and play Black or Asian people, because at that time there were no famous Non-White actors or actresses who could be famous. The most famous Asian actress during that period was Anna May Wong, but even she was only allowed to play stereotypical 'dragon' or 'butterfly' roles. Even Breakfast at Tiffanys had Michael Rooney playing Mr. Yunioshi was racist, and that was made during the 1960s! Honestly, Breakfast at Tiffanys would be the perfect movie if it didn't have that incredibly racist stereotype in it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3566409017084909795?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3566409017084909795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3566409017084909795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3566409017084909795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3566409017084909795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/researching-old-hollywood-stars.html' title='Researching old Hollywood stars...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2964329529327087841</id><published>2008-05-30T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:16:11.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Wing</title><content type='html'>Is an awesome show. I really like Leo Mcgarry, just because he dresses so well! Apparently it reflects the White House quite well. I'm just on the bit where Zoey got captured. I really, really hope she doesn't die, even though I never really liked her in the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2964329529327087841?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2964329529327087841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2964329529327087841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2964329529327087841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2964329529327087841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/west-wing.html' title='West Wing'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-885992726796133019</id><published>2008-05-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:08:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharon Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5juYX0AnvnQ8PwW5upsxqlyJNZhXA"&gt;http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5juYX0AnvnQ8PwW5upsxqlyJNZhXA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe anyone would say anything so insensitive in the light of such a terrible disaster. I've been wanting to write about it here for a long time now, but haven't because I couldn't express how badly I feel for the victims and their families. To blame the fact on 'karma' is just ridiculous. Has she been there? Has she seen the people who have lost children, parents, relatives, friends? Can she blame them on Tibet? I love the way she uses the word 'nice' when she's talking. She just completely trivializes the event by making it sound like two kids fighting, and how China wasn't 'nice' to the Dalai Lama, who is her 'friend.' China isn't just one, big blob of faceless robots- everyone has different opinions, and many people disagree with the way the government handled Tibet. Don't say that 63,000&lt;? died because of karma. Just don't. It's disrespectful. Saying something like that is like spitting on their graves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-885992726796133019?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/885992726796133019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=885992726796133019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/885992726796133019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/885992726796133019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sharon-stone.html' title='Sharon Stone'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-1533045153378017670</id><published>2008-05-26T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:15:17.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke and ballroom dancing!</title><content type='html'>Just spent the day singing karaoke and ballroom dancing with my friends. It's a good combination because although I'm the worst singer, I'm the best dancer so it sort of evens out. So it's all good :) Tommorrow- revision!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-1533045153378017670?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1533045153378017670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=1533045153378017670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1533045153378017670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/1533045153378017670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/karaoke-and-ballroom-dancing.html' title='Karaoke and ballroom dancing!'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3965706643638463270</id><published>2008-05-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:16:15.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessive Sarkosis?</title><content type='html'>France's obsession for Sarkozy is turning into a mental illness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/24/world/europe/24france.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/24/world/europe/24france.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Carla Bruni? Personally, my opinion's mixed- although she does have a rather racy past, I think she'll make a good first lady. She's educated, attractive, and will make a good representative. Besides, she's no worse than Sarkozy's ex-wife! Why is France always the place for these torrent love affairs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3965706643638463270?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3965706643638463270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3965706643638463270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3965706643638463270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3965706643638463270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/obsessive-sarkosis.html' title='obsessive Sarkosis?'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8396372628527973843</id><published>2008-05-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:31:08.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>How big is Japan nowadays? Is it just me, or is there a massive trend of loving all things Japan nowadays? Anyway, my interest in Japan has been much revived recently and I've been thinking about all the anime I used to watch and I was wondering, now that I have a week before my exams start, anyone have any recommendations? I've watched Inuyasha, Full Moon wo Sagashite, Chobits, He is My Master and Pokemon and Yu-gi-oh. (if they count lol) I really like lolicons, ecchi, harem or reverse harem and exotic girlfriend types (see wikipedia), but I don't want to have to pay any money for them so anyone know of any I can watch on youtube or something? I don't have tv :( Anyways, just tell me if you have any ideas and I'd be very grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8396372628527973843?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8396372628527973843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8396372628527973843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8396372628527973843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8396372628527973843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4382933668497042360</id><published>2008-05-21T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:30:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Just bought a new pair of Robert Clergerie shoes for $40 today, marked down from, if I can remember correctly, $429. Normally I don't spend nearly as much on shoes, usually around $10, so this is my big spending for the year. What I love so much about these shoes is how comfortable they are and how useful they are! Summer or winter, casual or formal, it looks like I'll be using these for a while! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/30419042/c/89.html"&gt;http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/30419042/c/89.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4382933668497042360?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4382933668497042360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4382933668497042360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4382933668497042360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4382933668497042360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-792592910608244834</id><published>2008-05-20T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:46:15.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yH8yuld4DUE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yH8yuld4DUE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary! Who comes up with this stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-792592910608244834?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/792592910608244834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=792592910608244834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/792592910608244834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/792592910608244834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-3267229576274560409</id><published>2008-05-19T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:08:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Just finished my Maths (non-calculator) and RE today. PHEW, what a relief! Fortunately neither were as hard as I thought they were going to be, and I thought I did quite well except for one question in maths that is really bugging me. Tommorrow I have English Lit. and ICT, both I should do well in- English at least an A, ICT aiming for a C but coursework will bring it up to an A- and then German and Science on Friday before half term. :( Well, at least it'll all be over soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-3267229576274560409?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3267229576274560409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=3267229576274560409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3267229576274560409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/3267229576274560409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-5357464614858565680</id><published>2008-05-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:37:38.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Matisse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love him. I think he's a fabulous artist. Every day on Google I get a new picture for art of the day, and I think his paintings are just wonderful. The colours are very vivid and striking, but despite this they all blend in together very fluidly. I especially like that the settings of his paintings are very realistic, because to me it seems like he's drawing normal life, just with a more exciting viewpoint. Makes you think about your attitude to life, doesn't it? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200706180012486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SCyet1jSrwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3eErqLa2J2M/s320/Danseuse+dans+le+fauteuil,+sol+en+damier,+Henri+Matisse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Danseuse Dans le Fauteuil, Sol en Damier, 1942&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-5357464614858565680?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5357464614858565680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=5357464614858565680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5357464614858565680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/5357464614858565680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/henry-matisse.html' title='Henry Matisse'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SCyet1jSrwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3eErqLa2J2M/s72-c/Danseuse+dans+le+fauteuil,+sol+en+damier,+Henri+Matisse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2987727922684248696</id><published>2008-05-14T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:06:09.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired...</title><content type='html'>Just did my RE exam today. Rather worried about it, I hope I got an A. I want all As and A*s in my GCSEs! Trying to revise maths but failing miserably...I hate simultaneous equations! My maths exam is on Monday, so I've five days to get my maths grade up to an A*. But I will do it! I've also got another RE exam on Monday which I need to revise for, English Lit. and ICT on Tuesday and Science (which also needs to be an A*) and German (which needs to be a B/A) on Thursday. I am soooo overworked...I don't know how I'm going to manage. I know I'll get the grades I need to get into Sixth Form because, like I said, I've got my conditional offer, it's only my own personal ambition and raising my family's face which makes me want straight As/A*s. Now...back to revision! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2987727922684248696?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2987727922684248696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2987727922684248696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2987727922684248696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2987727922684248696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7590825112728128971</id><published>2008-05-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:30:03.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheongsams</title><content type='html'>I found the pics of my relatives in cheongsams. Here's the pic: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198864216116723698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SCYTdbUgf_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/htOtTnqKnQ4/s320/Tai+Hang+Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SCYRSrUgf9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/mMtYbmik30k/s1600-h/Tai+Hang+Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they just look stunning? I only own two cheongsams, and one of them (grr!) doesn't fit anymore. I think it would be lovely to still dress like this. It's hot enough now, so maybe if I'm feeling daring I'll wear my summer one into town! Next time I go to HK I'll probably buy some more. Fortunately, I know a shop that's relatively inexpensive in Mong Kok so I don't have to get them custom made. Meanwhile, I'm going to watch In the Mood for Love again later- ever since I posted my last comment, I've been thinking about it all day!&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/7485211133976984648-7590825112728128971?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7590825112728128971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7590825112728128971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7590825112728128971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7590825112728128971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheongsams.html' title='Cheongsams'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SCYTdbUgf_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/htOtTnqKnQ4/s72-c/Tai+Hang+Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8103334237062145031</id><published>2008-05-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:35:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mood for Love...</title><content type='html'>...is one of my favourite films. The chemistry between Maggie Cheung and Tony Leung is great! I love all Wong Kar-wai's films, but In the Mood for Love is my favourite just because of the cheongsams. The detail he puts into his films are amazing! Everything about In the Mood for Love is just exquisite. Although I love HK fashion, I think that period of style is just beautiful. Even though modern Chinese fashion, and even modern style of life is brilliant, I think that Wong Kar-wai captures the dignity and splendour of that period just magnificently. It's interesting, because just recently I was looking through some pictures of my relatives when they were younger in suits and cheongsams. They look absolutely stunning. I wish that we could still dress like that now, but I suppose part of the beauty of In the Mood for Love is how it captures an era now lost to us so splendidly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8103334237062145031?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8103334237062145031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8103334237062145031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8103334237062145031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8103334237062145031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-mood-for-love.html' title='In the Mood for Love...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-7363085532330048450</id><published>2008-05-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:31:37.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marks on my GCSES</title><content type='html'>I got an A/A*! I'm so excited, with my coursework (that is also an A) I've got an A overall. That's half my GCSE for French. I've got exactly the same so German, so it looks like I'm on a roll! Now I've got all my other exams in a few weeks, and hopefully I will get similar marks on those. So far, everything is doing great! Now, back to revision...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-7363085532330048450?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7363085532330048450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=7363085532330048450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7363085532330048450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/7363085532330048450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/marks-on-my-gcses.html' title='Marks on my GCSES'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-6464527370424690560</id><published>2008-05-06T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:34:56.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth Form</title><content type='html'>I just got my conditional offer into the sixth form I want! I'll be going to the third best sixth form in England- be happy for me! Now I just have to get the GCSEs, but I think I will. I have my French oral tommorrow, which I'm feeling quite nervous about, so wish me luck! Tonight I'll just revise a lot and listen to French pop music in the hopes of getting a French accent by tommorrow. It's first thing tommorrow, and although I haven't memorised as well as I did my German, I just want to get an A, so if I just act confident and improvise a little I should do okay. Wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-6464527370424690560?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6464527370424690560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=6464527370424690560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6464527370424690560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/6464527370424690560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/sixth-form.html' title='Sixth Form'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2547731740624359616</id><published>2008-05-05T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:52:55.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrealism</title><content type='html'>I've been researching Surrealist artisits recently, and my two favourites so far are Dali and Max Ernst. I especially like Dali's 'Dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate one second before waking' and 'the face of war' and Max Ernst's work 'L'Ange du foyer ou Le Triomphe du surréalisme.' I think Surrealism is great because it is so...surreal. It's amazing that these artists thought about these things! Although I haven't looked into any other types of art yet, from what I've seen I think I prefer this type to more realistic types just because it's more interesting to look at and evaluate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2547731740624359616?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2547731740624359616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2547731740624359616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2547731740624359616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2547731740624359616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/surrealism.html' title='Surrealism'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-2543052897903157953</id><published>2008-05-04T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:22:28.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>I just finished Amy Tan's, 'The One Hundred Secret Senses' a few days ago. Firstly, I've never read an Amy Tan book that I haven't liked, and 'The One Hundred Secret Senses' was, as expected, an excellent book. As usual, it was interestingly and descriptively written. I love the way she is always able to write so eloquently about Chinese culture, and it is fascinating to see her character struggle with their Chinese heritage.  Although it was not my favourite book, I especially enjoyed the ending and how she fused the parallel storylines together. It is no wonder that so many Chinese Americans identify with her. In conclusion, I recommend this book very highly indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-2543052897903157953?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2543052897903157953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=2543052897903157953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2543052897903157953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/2543052897903157953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-8155754274453569405</id><published>2008-05-03T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:06:14.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Interesting...</title><content type='html'>Well, after a long time of not posting, I'm back! Anyways, after long deliberation I've decided that I'm not a very interesting person- in my opinion, anyway. So, I've been wondering, what makes a person interesting? I've decided to become more well-rounded, and for me that means learning about the arts, literature, history, etc..., which will be a both an educational and fun experience. I've also decided to speak better, as now I'm much too colloquial and don't speak anywhere near as well as I write in this blog, and use a wider range of vocabulary. I'm also going to try posting more often so I can sort out my thoughts and get fitter! So, actually, this is really more like a late New Year's resolution...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-8155754274453569405?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8155754274453569405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=8155754274453569405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8155754274453569405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/8155754274453569405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-interesting.html' title='Being Interesting...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485211133976984648.post-4684659376658271201</id><published>2007-12-16T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:48:35.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the urge...</title><content type='html'>to be glamorous! Just finished exams and so far the results are excellent- all As! Anyway, for the last three months or so I've been trapped in the house revising for hours on end, so now I'm taking the chance to relax a little. After being so anti-social and sloppy for such a long period of time, I've decided that after the New Year I will take the time to remake myself and become a bit more chic. I'm going to HK in two days so I'll be able to pick up lots of exquisite things there. Meanwhile, high heels and red lipstick will have to suffice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485211133976984648-4684659376658271201?l=stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4684659376658271201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485211133976984648&amp;postID=4684659376658271201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4684659376658271201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485211133976984648/posts/default/4684659376658271201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stereotypicalteenagegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-urge.html' title='Feeling the urge...'/><author><name>Mei</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZRbxCUAv9E/SNgDw4GCOSI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZkLnqYqtPg/S220/pain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
