<?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-5578600840839098332</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:33:58.687-07:00</updated><category term='looking'/><category term='a blast'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Jassy-senpai'/><category term='dad'/><category term='smelly'/><category term='back'/><category term='sweetness'/><category term='Classmates'/><category term='mountain'/><category term='crying'/><category term='spawn'/><category term='Band'/><category term='alien-like'/><category term='chemicals'/><category term='with a friend'/><category term='Math'/><category term='game boy'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='mom&apos;s friend'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='amusement park'/><category term='roller coaster'/><category term='hair'/><category term='train'/><category term='Angry'/><category term='home'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='Middle'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Wheel'/><category term='straightened'/><category term='Durian'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='winte break'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='stomach'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='beijing'/><category term='class'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='too much'/><category term='painful'/><category term='like'/><category term='Robin'/><category term='complicated box'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='cutting'/><category term='School'/><category term='God of Luck'/><category term='Day'/><category term='P.E.'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='getting wet'/><category term='bad'/><category term='bad luck'/><category term='camera'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='students'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='bites'/><category term='two-week long'/><category term='Science'/><category term='junk'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='camp'/><category term='disappopinting'/><category term='trip'/><category term='Stupid'/><category term='series of posts'/><category term='fighting'/><category term='devil'/><category term='falling'/><category term='rain'/><category term='disgusting'/><category term='climbing'/><category term='trick-or-treating'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='no dinner'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='house'/><category term='china'/><category term='fool'/><category term='First'/><category term='nice'/><category term='ID card'/><category term='candy'/><title type='text'>Salsal And Her Daily Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-4164594951061870060</id><published>2008-12-19T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:46:26.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two-week long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alien-like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winte break'/><title type='text'>Winter Break Alert~</title><content type='html'>Alas, the long awaited moment! It's finally winter break! 8D A two-week long break from school, which is freaking awesome. I don't know what I'm going to be doing all day long, though. I do know that from December 24th - December 26th, I'll be missing. Which also means that on Christmas day, I'll wake up in some alien-like environment. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes this super-short post. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-4164594951061870060?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/4164594951061870060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=4164594951061870060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/4164594951061870060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/4164594951061870060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-break-alert.html' title='Winter Break Alert~'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-1076325955812859177</id><published>2008-12-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:28:46.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complicated box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom&apos;s friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Company~</title><content type='html'>Today, my mom's friend from who-knows-how-long came to stay with us. She's really nice, and she gave me and my brother a box! Yeah, you'd probably think it wasn't anything exciting or anything, but my brother's is like this complicated maze box that you have to go through a lot of steps in order to open. It took him a long time, but he finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new iPod today! ^___^ Now I won't have to do homework in front of the computer if I want to listen to music at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-1076325955812859177?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/1076325955812859177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=1076325955812859177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/1076325955812859177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/1076325955812859177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/12/company.html' title='Company~'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-7000512457731967980</id><published>2008-12-11T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:53:07.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappopinting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classmates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with a friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trick-or-treating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Erm... Not the Best Halloween</title><content type='html'>I know; I should've posted this like two months ago. But anyways, I was sort of dead. So my Halloween went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day or the day before, these people announced that our school was going to hold a Halloween costume contest, and there's three sections: Most Funny, Most Original, and Most Scary. I didn't know what I was thinking, and I wasn't expecting to win, but apparently, my class elected me to go for Most Original. I was going to be L for Halloween, but nobody would know that, so I was like "Oh, I'm going to be a tired person", which sort of fits his description. SORT OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the day, on the stage, I was just like into the mic: "Hello, people. I'm er... a tired person!" because I'm certain that nobody would know what I am without that. Heck, everyone thought I was goth &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the two kids from my class got first place, and I didn't get anything. -.-" And I think that the Most Original contest turned into a Funniest Contest, because all the kids who won prizes were like sort of funny. The first place dude was a robot, and it was sort of funny because he kept on crashing everything, the second place person had spaghetti hair, and the last person was a safety-guard person (this one wasn't that funny, but I thought he looked sort of funny. Maybe it's just me though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During advisory, I got this feeling that over half of the class was mad at me because I didn't get anything, and two kids were complaining to me about it. "Aw, Sally! You didn't win us any points!" Bleh. And I wish I told them "Well get over it; it's better than not trying at all!" I didn't though; I was feeling a bit depressed at that time to actually think of a comeback. ToT\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, when we went trick-or-treating, the sky was cloudy; it rained earlier, and there was a drizzle when my friend and I went out. We were trick-or-treating alone, and we went into this neighborhood that my other friend lived in, and I can't say it was exactly trick-or-treater friendly. The place was like dark, there was no decorations, and nobody was here. I figured we started out pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was raining somewhat hard now, and we had to run back to my house to get an umbrella. And then when we came out, the rain stopped. Bleh. THEN the rain started again, and after I got the umbrella up for like a couple of minutes, the rain freaking stopped. That happened for quite some time, until I finally gave up and stopped using the umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it was the best Halloween I had; I don't think you could call it nice if you had this feeling that you had a whole horde of angry classmates who are mad at you. And the rain ruined it a bit, too, because it wasted some time. Bleh. At least we nearly filled our bag up; and I got 3Musketeers bars, so I'm sort of happy. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-7000512457731967980?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/7000512457731967980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=7000512457731967980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/7000512457731967980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/7000512457731967980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/12/erm-not-best-halloween.html' title='Erm... Not the Best Halloween'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-2091619563879987744</id><published>2008-12-09T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:58:51.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.E.'/><title type='text'>Bad Teachers Much? D&lt;</title><content type='html'>Rawr. Salsal angry! Salsal has the world's worst teachers! Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You heard my. Half my teachers are crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. teacher - he plays favorites; he loves this kid and hates the rest of the class. And he's so strict. Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science teacher - she's not that bad, but she still loses her temper at the class, and nobody ends up happy. And she's really strict too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core teacher - Bleh. She hates me with all of her heart and soul. She calls me out in class so much times, and she nearly lost her head when I lay my head on the desk for like a split second. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my Math and Band teachers are good. And Wheel doesn't count; I switch teachers constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-2091619563879987744?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/2091619563879987744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=2091619563879987744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/2091619563879987744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/2091619563879987744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-teachers-much-d.html' title='Bad Teachers Much? D&lt;'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-5383916386619490179</id><published>2008-12-09T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:31.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID card'/><title type='text'>First Few Days of School!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, this should've been posted in like, August, but whatever. Anyway, Middle School had started, and I was really excited ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 Period: P.E. (with a horrible teacher)&lt;br /&gt;1st Period: Advanced Math&lt;br /&gt;2nd Period: Band&lt;br /&gt;3rd Period: Science&lt;br /&gt;4th-6th Period: Core (language arts, social studies, and reading)&lt;br /&gt;7th Period: Wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the first day of school went okay. I went to the multipurpose room to pick up my schedule, and I had almost all of my classes except for two with my best friend (whose name I will not mention in case she wants to kill me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Period: I tried getting my teacher to call me Salsal; but apparently, it didn't work. She marked "Sally" in her attendance book x.x I'm thinking that I didn't make a good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Period: I tried getting my band teacher to call me "Salsal". He didn't seem to mind that much, but marked "Sally" in his attendance book anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Period: I tried getting my science teacher to call me "Salsal". It didn't work; she didn't mark anything in her attendance book and went on calling me by my er... passport name. I don't think I made a good impression, and I'm thinking that she probably decided at that moment that I was the devil spawn or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th-6th Period: I gave up on getting teachers to call me "Salsal". I made too much bad impressions already x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Period: I had foods to begin with, and you get to cook in this class. It was fun; and the teacher was nice. I wanted to make her happy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day started out normal, sort of. I came to the gym, because that's my first class, and then the bell rang and everyone came out. But when people came out, I saw that it was my friends who have band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where were you?!" a friend shouted at me. "You missed P.E.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! I did?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, P.E. starts at 7:30 (which happened to be the time I woke up at -_-)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. That wasn't very pleasant. I mean, imagine accidentally cutting class on the SECOND day of school and learning that you have to wake up at like, 6:30 AM everyday or something. Bleh. I ran into the gym to tell my P.E. teacher that I accidentally skipped P.E. because I didn't know; and he didn't seem that bothered about it. Just yet. Anyways, I live, but I probably didn't make a good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had pictures day today, and it's a Wednesday. Every Wednesday, school starts at 9:06AM. But today, since we had to take pictures, I had to wake up at like 7:30AM and arrive at school at like 8:30AM to get pictures taken. Anyways, the day before, I was sort of paranoid, because I didn't want to come really early and find that it isn't time to take pictures yet; and make myself look like a fool. And I didn't want to come late, either, because I'd look like a delinquent. Probably. So the day before, I kept on pestering my friend about everything and confirming the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I got the pictures. Well, I got it on my ID card. I'll send one over if you want. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes the first three days of school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-5383916386619490179?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/5383916386619490179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=5383916386619490179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5383916386619490179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5383916386619490179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-few-days-of-school.html' title='First Few Days of School!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-2289130642219947674</id><published>2008-08-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:31:32.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Camp!</title><content type='html'>Anyways, what the title said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that was really exciting for me was that I went to a Chinese Camp.  It was to teach us about movie-making, and what can I say? Whenever I see like this live-action movie or whatnot, I always wonder "How long did it take for them to film this?!" because it takes FOREVER to film something. I swear - they probably filmed one part up to like,  sixty times before. O_O My patience would really run out by then. Hell, I'd probably be gone by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's describe my lovely time at camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One, 7/26/08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting in front of the place where they would get the bus to take us to the camp place. And believe me, it was CROWDED. I looked for my class, and unfortunately, there were a bunch of little kids. Well, there were probably kids that were just short for their age, but still. I didn't feel too comfortable, and neither did my cousin. We just kept to ourselves, and talked in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, blah. We got onto the bus, and luckily, my cousin and I got seats together. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the place, and we had to film something along the way, which really pissed me off. I wanted to watch the scenery outside, but all this "Stop!" and "Again!"s made it kinda hard to watch something peacefully -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first stop was our dorms. As we walked there, there were dead mosquitoes plastered everywhere (which I must add, totally didn't help my impression of this place), and it didn't smell too pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our dorms, and luckily, I ended up with my cousin (again! XD). There were these other girls in our room, one who is about as tall as me, and this other short one wearing a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at the bathroom, and there were two sinks, one of those squatty potties (Ugh, hate those) and the shower was with the potty thingy. And there were no walls to prevent the water from the shower leaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention there were dead mosquitoes on the walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, we were filming, but I didn't realize it that much, and I was really sleepy. So I fell asleep. XD But there was this fun part, where two of the kids were fighting, and then one ran and they were chasing each other around the room, my cousin and I wore our caps the wrong way, and pretended to be the gangsters from America shouting "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" XD So that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, 8/27/08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got these lines for a movie today! Except I got a little arrogant, and picked out a good part. Maybe I was a little too confident about my acting skills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my part had all these complicated words in it that I couldn't read, and then the kids started yelling at me saying "YOU STUPID IDIOT! DON'T YOU EVEN KNOW THAT WORD?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn't help my self-esteem, but I knew that I couldn't turn back - my name wouldn't be too good then. &gt;&lt; And my cousin had a lucky break, because she got this part with a bit of English in it, and the language was easy. What can I say? The kids weren't too happy. We both got yelled at horribly that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, 8/28/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went normally. Nothing surprising happened. Much. My teacher decided that the play with my part that has super complicated words was not fit to be a movie, so we did something else. It wasn't so hard - and I love my role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story we're going to film is about this kid who brought a pear for lunch, and he didn't want it, so he gave it to the teacher. From there on, the story traveled and traveled and traveled until it reached the ears of a news reporter, who wrote it as a newspaper article. And so the kid got rich, and then he was being driven crazy by the reporters who want to interview him to get a good scoop on a story. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm one of those reporters! XD One of the reporters who were taking pictures of the kid. I feel bad for my cousin, though, because she's the kid (and the kid's a guy. But the rest of the kids said that if she doesn't play that role, it's not going to look right), and she has to memorize all these lines and stuff. Not fun. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/29/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day - we went swimming! XD We had to walk to the place, and it was like, a fifteen minute walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, changed (ugh. And in front of all these people!), and jumped into the pool. I must say - it was FREEZING in there o________O But then I got dragged out of the pool (along with my cousin and some other kids) because we were supposed to film for a movie. And it took up over half of the time. -__- And there was practically no swimming time. We only got to stay in the water for like, ten minutes after the filming and then we had to go... -______-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/2/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth day - we were playing tug-of-war today, and it was sort of good and sort of bad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class won the first round against this class, and they had two college (or to-be-in) students. And then, on the next round, we were going to start, and I was at the back, and then the match suddenly started. The problem is, I didn't hear the dude counting, and even worse, I found out later that we had been against the class we beat before and the class we were facing, so we were facing... hm. I'll say about forty three people. And our class only had twenty three. And what annoyed me even more after that was that over half the population of our class started crying because they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I heard from one of my classmates that one of the college students from the other class that we clobbered stuck the middle finger at him, and it was sort of funny. If you think of it now, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/4/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day; and I must say, I'm missing that old dump. I miss the crappy living environments, I miss the teachers, I even miss the long boring hours where we sit in the classroom trying to film things. ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our teacher picked my cousin, me, and this other girl to be like directors for our class or something, and my part was complicated. I managed to get through it, though, so I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit something: I cried when we were about to leave; I really had fun at this place. ToT But at least I'm keeping in touch with a person that I met in camp. There's this other guy who has my email, but he doesn't seem to email me anymore. He emailed me when we first got back from camp, but I think he forgot about us. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes my camp trip! (bleh, took about months to finish. I'm such a procrastinator. x.x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-2289130642219947674?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/2289130642219947674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=2289130642219947674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/2289130642219947674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/2289130642219947674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp.html' title='Camp!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-6838904684004535724</id><published>2008-08-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:20:29.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series of posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;YES, YOU HEARD ME, I'M BACK FROM CHINA! xD And from here on, will be a series of posts that will be about my China life from when I returned to Beijing! XD If I can just find the time to do it, that is....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-6838904684004535724?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/6838904684004535724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=6838904684004535724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6838904684004535724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6838904684004535724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-279978567554310518</id><published>2008-07-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:08:32.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straightened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemicals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painful'/><title type='text'>The Painful Process of Getting Your Hair Straightened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got my hair straightened! Yes, you heard me! I. Got. My. Hair. Straightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the process was really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they wash your hair. Not much painfulness there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they dry your hair, and leave you sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they come back, they put this smelly chemical thingy on your hair, and let you sit there for like, half an hour or less. And that totally killed my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they come back, they put this wrapper thingy around your hair, and they use this thing to heat your hair for like, another hair an hour or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they get back, they take the wrapper thingy off, and then they wash your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... finally, finally, FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They straighten your hair. And the guy kept on pulling my hair hella hard, which totally didn't help. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they straighten your hair with that iron thingy, they put this other chemical in your hair. My cousin says it smells like apples - not like I deny it. Much. I though I caught a bit of an apple scent in that chemical, but then, it didn't smell that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they made me sit there for fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, then, THEN they washed my hair with all this shampoo stuff, and tada! My hair was straight~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the process at about 9:00 PM, and the process ended at 12:30AM. Well, I think you get the idea of how long and painful the process is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a picture here... Just lemme try to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fail at that... XD Just ask me for it or something - I'll send it over. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-279978567554310518?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/279978567554310518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=279978567554310518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/279978567554310518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/279978567554310518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/painful-process-of-getting-your-hair.html' title='The Painful Process of Getting Your Hair Straightened'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-9167591346722456733</id><published>2008-07-13T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:58:15.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Salsal and Her First Day in Shanghai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Wheee~~~~ I have finally arrived in Shanghai! And then I am off to Beijing, where there is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;... no internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways, yesterday, our plane was like, late. Really late. Kind of. If you consider twenty minutes really late, then yeah... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;So we waited at the airport for like, two hours. When we were supposed to wait for like... I don't know, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And then the plane came. And we went on it. And my cousin and I sat in the middle aisle, with this other guy next to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And then... after twenty minutes of waiting for people to board, the plane takes flight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It rolls into the flying track thingy! It gets its engines ready! Then, it starts running and the passengers in it bounces up and down! And then it flies! Wheeeeeeee~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, over half the time, my cousin and I were drawing, talking, or... yea. Talking. Let's put it that way. The guy next to us asked if I took drawing classes or something, and I was like "No, I learned this on my own." And then he complimented me on "how talented I was, being able to learn to draw like that on my own". I think I'm being cursed, cuz talking to strangers make me feel funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And then I ate  bag of peanuts, and drank a cup of sprite. And then we talked for a bit. Then I took a piece of gum. And the landing killed my ears, and the gum was all gooey. And got stuck in my hair. Kind of. My fingers were sticky, a tip of my hair was polluted, and my mouth was sticky. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;The plane arrived at about 12:40 AM, which was technically the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And then we got off, got our baggage claims, all that junk. And then after we got our baggage, we went to the place where we wait for a taxi, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;... the place was barren. And there was this HUGE line. And we waited for a long time, and got onto a taxi at 1:15, which... yea. xD I'm impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;There is only one phrase to describe the taxi ride: Laughing attacks galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And we arrived at 2:00AM at our hotel. I can't say I am very fond of it. I prefer the hotel in Shenzhen better xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;And then I slept at 3:00 AM, because  I had to take a shower. And I went to sleep with wet hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I woke up at about 12:00PM the next morning, and then ate cup noodles for lunch/breakfast. And then my cousin, brother, and I spent the afternoon sitting on the couch going on the internet and watching Death Note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Then, at night, we went out to eat, and then we went shopping. And then my cousin and my brother needed to go to the bathroom, and they didn't want to go to the public bathroom because it smells, so we went back to the hotel. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-9167591346722456733?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/9167591346722456733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=9167591346722456733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/9167591346722456733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/9167591346722456733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/adventures-of-salsal-and-her-first-day.html' title='The Adventures of Salsal and Her First Day in Shanghai!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-5415027117224203897</id><published>2008-07-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:32:57.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God of Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting wet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roller coaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusement park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach'/><title type='text'>Unlucky Amusement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I... am cursed. Because my day today was horrible. Lemme tell you about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We were going to this amusement park today, and I thought it was going to be a blast! Well, guess what? It wasn't... ._." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was pouring at like, a billion gallons a second, so we were forced to go in. And then we saw this ride, and we went in line, and waited for like an hour. Then we went on the ride, and all we did was shoot red dots with a gun while sitting in this cart, and it barely lasted five minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And we went out, and there wasn't any rain. Well, not much. Just a little drizzle. So we walked around, and almost all the rides sucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We walked for a bit, and then there was this roller coaster thingy. It wasn't the best, but good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So we ran for the line, and it turns out that we were first. Then we found out that they were testing the roller coaster, because it just finished raining. So we waited. For over an hour. And then we got impatient and walked away, and a minute after that, the ride was open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was pissed. Seriously. I think that the God of Luck has something against me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And we ate lunch after that, and the rice was all burnt, the chicken had all these pieces of bone stuck in them, and the bok choy was bitterish. But I liked the orange juice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then there was this ride that was like sixty meters/feet high, and the line was short. My cousin and I got in the line, but right before our turn, I had to poo. So I went to the bathroom, with those holes in the ground, and then when I finished pooing, it turns out that my cousin was done with the ride. Without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And then we went for this other roller coaster, and I slipped on the way. There's this stain on my white pants, right where the butt is, and then my arm was like, red. After I washed the debri. And then I slipped again! And had to walk back to the water fountain. Nice, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But then the rest of the day was decent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We went on this fast roller coaster, which was fun, then we rode on this water ride twice, and I was soaked, and then we went on this spinny ride that makes us go upside down, and we rode another one that tosses us high in the air and spins us there. So all was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And then after we finished the rides, we went to watch this show. A part of it was boring, but most of it was really cool! I was jealous. The women who were performing were so skinny! O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THEN we went back to the hotel, and my stomach started hurting. And then we went to eat dinner with my dad's friend's wife and her kid, and he's thirteen. And big. And scary. And clings onto his game boy, so that wasn't a very pleasant of an experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And my stomach still hurts, sadly. ._." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All in all, it was a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-5415027117224203897?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/5415027117224203897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=5415027117224203897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5415027117224203897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5415027117224203897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/unlucky-amusement.html' title='Unlucky Amusement'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-6713462807976922063</id><published>2008-07-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:47:55.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think of Your Friends? A blogthing before I head off to Beijing, where there are no internet access!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Ah yes, another blogthing. One last (or two last) blogthings before I lose the internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitari-senpai  is your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Jassy-senpai .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Reckless-senpai your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Tally-senpai  is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Awin-senpai  for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Rain-senpai  is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Gelly-senpai is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Rain-senpai  is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Rain-senpai  changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Awin-senpai  is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Awin-senpai  has a hidden internet romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my real life friends! Oh, and I tried adding my own comments into it. XD The stuff in the parenthesis are my comments, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy is your soulmate. (Um,  scary much?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Connie. (Wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Sunny your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Victoria is always thinking of you. (Uh... right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Makena  for the rest of your life. (That works, I guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Lisa is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times. (Eh... wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Erin is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker. (Totally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Madi is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Madi changes lovers faster than underwear. (WHAT THE FRICK?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Mo is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Mo has a hidden internet romance. (She'd kill me. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-6713462807976922063?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/6713462807976922063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=6713462807976922063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6713462807976922063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6713462807976922063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-you-think-of-your-friends.html' title='What Do You Think of Your Friends? A blogthing before I head off to Beijing, where there are no internet access!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-7882526484171480351</id><published>2008-07-05T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:33:20.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>The Last Day Ay My Grandma's House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is special... because it's the last day at my grandma's house, before I go back to Beijing, where I will be staying for most of my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's describe this day, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much well, normal and uneventful. My brother and I stayed home all day, we went on the computer, drew, read, yea, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I got a call from my friend, Connie. And guess what? She said that she met a good friend that she has met online in real life! It was so cool, and I knew that person as well. She's such a sweet girl; well, someone older than me... XD Anyways, Connie is sixteen, turning seventeen this year, and the girl that she met is fourteen. Maybe a two to three years difference? XD Anyway, I feel so happy for them, celebrating their fourth of July together! If only I was there with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I was eating durian; the leftovers from yesterday, and it was surprisingly good! Maybe sitting in the refrigerator has its effects. But it was still really sweet; I had to eat it with water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're having dumplings for dinner! ^o^ With meat and vegetable fillings; I can't wait! Everyone from my dad's side of the family's coming! It'll be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though, it is the last day that I am guaranteed to have internet access =/ There aren't any in Beijing, unless you count me staying over at my uncle's, whose house is really really squished. And the toilet sucks, because you have to well, it's not your everyday porcelain bowl toilet. There's this hole in the ground and that's what you pee in. o-O I think that people who have been to China before would know of it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here to say a final farewell to my grandma and her family this year, because I don't think I will be coming back.  ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-7882526484171480351?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/7882526484171480351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=7882526484171480351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/7882526484171480351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/7882526484171480351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-ay-my-grandmas-house.html' title='The Last Day Ay My Grandma&apos;s House!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-7153968857915374109</id><published>2008-07-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:49:18.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>More blog things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;... What the title said. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Honest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to tell the truth a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also stretch the truth on occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure a little lie isn't a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it doesn't hurt anyone too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Little Messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Don't Need Extra Attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanattentionwhorequiz/attention-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're perfectly happy with who you are, and you don't need attention to feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to let your actions and accomplishments speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard to get people to like you is your idea of a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot going on, and anyone with half a brain will notice that on their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come across as: Confident and serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may wrongly think you're: Stuck up and shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanattentionwhorequiz/"&gt;Are You An Attention Whore?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Little Messy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the furthest thing from emo. Sensitivity is not something you exactly cultivate... and you can't imagine weeping over song lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 35% Selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very giving person who treats others very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, you insist on getting your way - when it matters most to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life Is Worth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/slave.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,240,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchisyourlifeworthquiz/"&gt;How Much Is Your Life Worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Aura is Violet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/violet.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Sally Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Scored an A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theitsitstheretheirtheyrequiz/a.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 10/10 questions correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious that you don't make basic grammatical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, you're annoyed when people make simple mistakes on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as people with bad grammar go, you know they're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's humanity and its current condition that truly disturb you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theitsitstheretheirtheyrequiz/"&gt;The It's Its There Their They're Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Supportive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/supportive.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost like a life coach for your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give them help when they need it... but you also know when to give them a push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to rely on you for moral support and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably always been mature for your age, so this is a role that's you're comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend like you is one of the rarest kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both a good mentor and companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They are confused or worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Someone who only wants to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "The only way to have a friend is to be one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Carousel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/carousel.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are young at heart and a truly playful person. No one would ever accuse you of taking life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely in things for the fun. You find joy easily, and you are often building up anticipation for your next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to want to be babied and taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may be a bit high maintenance, you are incredibly loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is simple and satisfying. Each day you treat yourself to something you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of emotional attachments, and experiences are extra vivid to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be nostalgic and sentimental. The past is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable around all living things, you have a special connection to animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are whimsical, free spirited, and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your schemes seem a bit strange, they usually work out wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are spoiled, demanding, and impossible to satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to act like a brat if you aren't getting your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcarnivalrideareyouquiz/"&gt;What Carnival Ride Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Fantastic Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/fantastic-karma.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Weigh 116&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/scale.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchdoyouweighquiz/"&gt;How Much Do You Weigh?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were Nice This Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wereyounaughtyornicethisyearquiz/nice.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyounaughtyornicethisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Element is Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/fire.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fire, you are full of power and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A born leader, you easily draw people toward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowerelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-7153968857915374109?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/7153968857915374109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=7153968857915374109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/7153968857915374109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/7153968857915374109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-blog-things_04.html' title='More blog things!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-6915099503113848356</id><published>2008-07-04T02:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T03:08:05.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More blog things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yesh, I haf more blog things. Worship me. XD Oh, and I think that I might have done some of them. o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Good Manners 41% of the Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howareyourmannersquiz/manners-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your manners are generally pretty good. You know how to behave, but you don't always follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little extra effort on your part, and you could be the next Emily Post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyourmannersquiz/"&gt;How Are Your Manners?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Immature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a big baby living in the body of an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although people may think your pajamas all day routine is cute, it gets old pretty fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/"&gt;Are You Immature?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Solid Colored Egg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofeastereggareyouquiz/egg-7.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold, confident, and traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofeastereggareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Easter Egg Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your April Fool's Day Prank Should Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/prank-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up the office chair tilt a whirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What April Fool's Prank Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Reggae Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmusicareyouquiz/reggae.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back, friendly, and even a bit of a bum at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, life is too short to spend your time angry at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while you don't take life too seriously, you're deeper than people realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very reflective, and a few key topics (like social justice and love) are very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmusicareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Music Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death10.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can pass this guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life is Rated PG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourliferatedquiz/pg.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty family friendly. The worse someone is going to get from you is brief nudity or toilet humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourliferatedquiz/"&gt;What is Your Life Rated?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 48% Gross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howgrossareyouquiz/gross-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a little gross, but probably no more gross than the average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to drop some of those disgusting habits that could eventually embarrass you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/"&gt;How Gross Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 15% Borderline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveaborderlinepersonalityquiz/borderline.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality isn't borderline anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're happy, stable, content, together... ever consider being a therapist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveaborderlinepersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Borderline Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pirate Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/piratenamegenerator/boy.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Right Eye Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/piratenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pirate Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll Find Love Where You Least Expect It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wherewillyoufindyourdreamguyquiz/least-expect.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type most likely to find love... surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be! You're a fun, independent woman who is always out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're smart to sometimes leave your girlfriends behind and go it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men love to approach you when you're out by yourself - including Mr. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindyourdreamguyquiz/"&gt;Where Will You Find Your Dream Guy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Try Street Luge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatextremesportshouldyoutryquiz/street-luge.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With speeds of up to 70 mph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skateboarding laying down is not as tame as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatextremesportshouldyoutryquiz/"&gt;What Extreme Sport Should You Try?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Holiday Stress Level is Moderate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourholidaystresslevelquiz/moderate.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays sometimes stress you out, but mostly because they wear you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy! You can have a fun holiday without running yourself ragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourholidaystresslevelquiz/"&gt;What's Your Holiday Stress Level?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 20% Left Brained, 80% Right Brained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Quote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/love-6.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Quote Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are compassionate, caring, and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like other people to depend on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you don't feel right unless you are helping someone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you feel the burden of everyone's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without your guidance, you fear that many people's worlds would fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to feel in charge, even if it brings you a lot of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Tomboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howfeminineareyouquiz/tomboy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having too much fun to bother with nail polish and crazy diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are instead impressed by how much you know and do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howfeminineareyouquiz/"&gt;How Feminine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Really Know Your State Capitols&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouknowyourstatecapitolsquiz/capitol.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Got 20 State Capitols Correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're either a geography buff... or you have an excellent memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouknowyourstatecapitolsquiz/"&gt;Do You Know Your State Capitols?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Could Be a Vampire... If You Had To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/vampire-2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/"&gt;Could You Be a Vampire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Wild Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/wild-woman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky diving on the first date? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're up for almost anything, and that's what guys love about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't back down from challenges, and you love to challenge others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so wild it's a little scary, but that's usually a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/"&gt;Are You a Daring Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Average American&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouadumbamericanquiz/american-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 4/10 correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about America, but not enough to win a game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the books, before you embarrass yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadumbamericanquiz/"&gt;Are You a Dumb American?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Slacker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a few slacker tendencies, but overall you tend not to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to relax when the time is right, but you aren't lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life is 5% Off Track&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/life-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, you are living the right life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made some great decisions, and they've definitely paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up. You're on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/"&gt;Are You Living The Wrong Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 92% Independent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanindependentwomanquiz/independent-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things your own way, and most people respect you for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you'd care what anyone thinks of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanindependentwomanquiz/"&gt;Are You an Independent Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are % Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is 6% Cluttered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/clutter-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is clear, focused, and downright zen like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the amazing ability to almost completely control your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you're human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/"&gt;How Cluttered is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 91% Peaceful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howpeacefulareyouquiz/peaceful-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the epitome of inner peace and total calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are grounded, emotionally mature, and very wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no one's life is perfect, you have a great amount of perspective on the world - and you place in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpeacefulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Peaceful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mostly Secure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaninsecuregirlquiz/insecure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel confident and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wrong thing can happen, and all of a sudden, you're not feeling so secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, your insecurities don't last long... at least, not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're feeling insecure, try to snap out of it - and remember the confident woman you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaninsecuregirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An Insecure Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Child Is Naughty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/naughty.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, you tend to discount social rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much fun to break the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Hairstyle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwomenshairstyleisrightforyouquiz/sliced-layers.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sliced Layers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwomenshairstyleisrightforyouquiz/"&gt;What Women's Hairstyle Is Right For You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are 80% Aquarius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/aquarius.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaquariusareyouquiz/"&gt;How Aquarius Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 4% of the Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which can be translated to mean, you have high self-esteem and a healthy sense of self worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in yourself, and you know how to be the real you. You love yourself, imperfections and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/"&gt;How is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-6915099503113848356?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/6915099503113848356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=6915099503113848356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6915099503113848356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6915099503113848356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-blog-things.html' title='More blog things!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-5729830028548515134</id><published>2008-07-04T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:24:59.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durian'/><title type='text'>An Experince With Durian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I went to the supermarket with my grandma, and we came home with half a Durian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we took off the plastic thingy that covers it, and then we got it onto a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, to my disappointment, it was all gooey and mushy! I expected it to be solid and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took a bite out of it, and it was pretty good. And then I ate a couple more bites... before it got disgusting. You see, it is... too sweet. The kind of sweet that is is like, in my opinion, the disgusting kind of sweet ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... just watch Jassy-senpai and Reckless-senpai kill me ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-5729830028548515134?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/5729830028548515134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=5729830028548515134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5729830028548515134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5729830028548515134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/experince-with-durian.html' title='An Experince With Durian'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-8916100340287959543</id><published>2008-07-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:51:49.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment ahoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Today, I was faced... with one of the biggest disappointments of my life, while I was boating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So we went to the dock, yadda yadda yadda, and then we got this guy to drive this boat for us ,and it was supposed to be a speed boat! Well, it wasn't speedy at all! I swear; I couldn't feel anything, but there were a little bit of sprays flying. But that still doesn't change the fact that it was so slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;And then after that ride, we went to rent our own boat, and guess what? The boat was still hella slow! Dx Slower than that "Speed boat" earlier. And the fact that my little cousin, and my grandpa being worry warts weren't helping! And then my little cousin started to scream at my brother, who was steering the boat, for going to "crash" into this island thingy, but my brother ended up avoiding it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;... I don't want to type anymore. Just remembering what happened pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-8916100340287959543?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/8916100340287959543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=8916100340287959543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/8916100340287959543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/8916100340287959543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/disappointment-ahoy.html' title='Disappointment ahoy!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-763913464362892300</id><published>2008-07-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:20:43.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Zee Awkward Mountain Climbing Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know why, but I always post about the day after the day has passed... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday, we went up to Mount Taishan, as said on the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain was good enough, we climbed a bit of it by riding on a bus; and the scene was great! I do wish that the bus would go a little slower, though. My brother's pictures are all blurry! Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after we got to the place where the bus drops us off, we went and ate lunch. There was noodles, and this small clump of beef on the top, and my mom said it was really really salty. I say it was okay though. And then after lunch, my dad and my brother each bought a cob of corn that looks all well, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad bit a bit into the corn, I asked if I could eat some, so he handed the cob to me. And I ate like a huge chunk off of it. Then my mom wanted it, so I handed it to my mom. In the end, we left an eensy beensy bit for my dad, and he finished that. I do feel kind of sorry for him, but it's amusing to see how he acts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we climb the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was being well, not very good. He got tired after the first three steps, which was... well, dumb. I decided to carry the backpack for him, and lasted for a pretty long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then later, it got more tiring. When we were climbing for like, an hour or something, my legs started to ache. But we were getting higher. In fact, when I looked down, I wanted to throw up my lunch! It was so high... ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, don't want to get into too much detail, so here's a few weird events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were climbing, at a point, there was this guy who was like to my mom "Hey pretty lady, need a hand?" except in Chinese. And I was just like "HOLY SH!T YOU B@ST@RD GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY MOM NOW BECAUSE SHE'S NOT SINGLE AND AND  AND SHE DOESN'T LIKE TO FLIRT WITH PEOPLE AND AND-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was this other guy who was wearing this pink shirt, and he asked where I came from. I wanted to tell him I came from planet Earth, but then, I just told him I came from America. It's not like he knows WHERE in America. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on our way, we keep on running into him, which I find really strange, but, let's move onto the next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was nearing the end, there was this other guy who was walking next to me, and I feel all competitive, so I started to climb a little faster, and he did the same. And I lost. XD Oh well, at least I got to the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for the weird events on the mountain. Now, let's see what happens after we got down the mountain, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got down the mountain, there were these taxi drivers who went up to us, and they were like "WHERE DO YOU WANNA GO? WHERE DO YOU WANNA GO?!" And I was just like, seriously freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad picked this guy, and we were abut to board his taxi, when this other guy grabbed my dad by the arm, and was like  "Oh, board my taxi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the two taxi drivers were attacking each other. And then this other guy with a taxi came up to us, and we quickly boarded that taxi and drove off. Well, before we drove off, I saw the guy that my dad first picked calling the cell phone, and I was just like "WTF?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived at where we wanted to go, this bus station thingy, when this person came up to us and were like "Do you want to go to LinYi, Liao Cheng?" And I was going "WTF?!" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person took us to this gas station, and told us to wait there while he calls his bus here to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for a long time, and noone came. So he takes us back to the station, and we went to look for a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked if any of those taxi drivers can take us home, and they were like "Well, we would have to pass this strict inspection thingy at the Huang He college place," and I was going "WTF?!" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got into this taxi, got to the inspection place, and then we changed taxis and THEN we finally got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was stupid. Well, I didn't eat dinner that day, because I didn't feel like it. I think that all the commotion destroyed my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-763913464362892300?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/763913464362892300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=763913464362892300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/763913464362892300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/763913464362892300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/zee-awkward-mountain-climbing-trip.html' title='Zee Awkward Mountain Climbing Trip'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-4424391962610802480</id><published>2008-07-01T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:32:53.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><title type='text'>Blogthings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesh, I have gone on blogthings, and here's a bunch of junk that I got out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Little Scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howscaryareyouquiz/a-little-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a nice edge to you. Use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Yellow Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/yellow.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a thoughtful and wise way about you. Some people might even consider you a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is purple. You both are charismatic leaders, but purple people act like you have no depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Ham Sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsandwichareyouquiz/sandwich-6.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quiet, understated, and a great comfort to all of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, you have proven yourself as loyal and steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are by no means boring. You do well in any situation - from fancy to laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend: The Turkey Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mortal enemy: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsandwichareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sandwich Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Sweet Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousweetorsaltyquiz/sweet.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to snacks, you're more likely to grab some candy than heat up a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance you're female (women prefer sweet snacks)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, you prefer to be in the company of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tastes are simple and predictable. You are young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to crave food you can just grab and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyousweetorsaltyquiz/"&gt;Are You Sweet or Salty?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fairly Normal in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyounormalinlovequiz/love-2.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you have fairly normal ideas and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationships and ideas may be a bit quirky at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see love the same way as most people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You Are Normal in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are normal because you first fell in love when you were 18 or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are normal because you haven't been in love with two people at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You Aren't Normal in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are abnormal because you believe people only have one soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are abnormal because you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend after you were 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyounormalinlovequiz/"&gt;Are You Normal in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: February 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an island. You don't need anyone else to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also tend to be psychic - so listen to that inner voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your self sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You despise authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Maroon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Newborn Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/newborn-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... you're a guy, right? If not, you're the most boyish girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you, that's probably the ultimate compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 83% Ready for Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/marriage-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you should rush out and get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you did tie the knot, it would probably work out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/"&gt;Are You Ready for Marriage?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Make 69% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/caramel-crunch-donut.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 85% Grown Up, 15% Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotional maturity is fully developed, and you have an excellent grasp on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are so emotionally mature - you should consider being a therapist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Destined to Be Thin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoudestinedtobeoverweightquiz/weight-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you aren't thin right now, you have great habits that will ensure you're thin for most of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great relationship with food and eating. Don't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedtobeoverweightquiz/"&gt;Are You Destined To Be Overweight?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 23% American&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howamericanareyouquiz/american1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as American as Key Lime Tofu Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as un-American!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong in Cairo or Paris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out fast - before you end up in Gitmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howamericanareyouquiz/"&gt;How American Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Artemis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/artemis.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave, and a natural born leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to fight for what you believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And willing to make tough decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 8% Nerdy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/nerd-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not nerdy - in fact, you probably don't know any nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably care a little too much about your image. No one will know if you secretly watch Star Trek reruns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Nerdy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain is 60% Female, 40% Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men See You As Understated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-understated.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an intreguing mix of girl and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Choose Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money may buy a little happiness, but not the happiness of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather have a true soulmate than a private jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while many people may claim they would choose love too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the few who would really do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/"&gt;Would You Choose Love or Money?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've Changed 36% in 10 Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/change-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the past! You may not remember it well - because you're still living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you've changed some, you may want to update your wardrobe, music collection and circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/"&gt;How Much Have You Changed in 10 Years?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are in the Genital Stage of Development&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfreudianstageareyouinquiz/genital.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dr. Freud, you've reached the genital stage of development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever issues you may have had in your childhood have been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have any hang ups, and you are able to function as a stable adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the model of being well-adjusted, and you are able to balance your life beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfreudianstageareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Freudian Stage Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Vanilla Ice Cream Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/vanilla-ice-cream.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexible. Easygoing. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Feeling Hopeful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/heart-5.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is a feeling that's been growing and blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're in a relationship that's deepening or found a new love, your feelings are slowly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're remembering how amazing love feels - and discovering emotions you've never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, your heart is susceptible to: Getting a little carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current outlook on love: Optimistic and playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love life will improve if you: Stop and reflect on how your love is changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for: Falling too hard, too fast - you've got to let your sweetie catch up with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourheartfeelingquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Heart Feeling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Reputation Is: Sweet Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveabadgirlreputationquiz/sweet-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're well known, there's nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're reputation is mostly good - as good as any rep can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveabadgirlreputationquiz/"&gt;Do You Have A Bad Girl Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Live to 100: 93%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/willyouliveto100quiz/100.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 is looking like a sure thing for you. So don't screw it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you may live even longer than that. You're healthy, and you have good genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless there's a robot uprising, you'll probably live a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willyouliveto100quiz/"&gt;Will You Live to 100?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/relaxed.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Guys Think of Your Medium Straight Hair...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/medium-straight-hair.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, optimistic, easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the thinking man's ideal woman - bright, funny, and no drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys Think You're Easy to Be With... But Not Easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaneasygirlquiz/easy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a flirt - and a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also know that you shouldn't make a move on any cute guy who passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You save your seductive moves for someone who already knows the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, your sex appeal is just part of the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaneasygirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An Easy Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You True Love Will Maybe Find You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/willyourtruelovefindyouquiz/love-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be tough! You're not really around to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really need to get yourself out there if you're expecting to find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go somewhere (anywhere!) new from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're really shy - at least join a dating site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/willyourtruelovefindyouquiz/"&gt;Will Your True Love Find You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Winter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatseasonwomanareyouquiz/winter.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonwomanareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Woman Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hair Should Be Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pull off "weird" well - hardly anyone notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Not Been Ruined by American Culture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/hasamericancultureruinedyouquiz/american-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing like the typical American. In fact, you may not be American at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a broad view of the world, and you're very well informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you certainly have been influenced by American culture (who hasn't?), it's not your primary influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a more global philosophy with your politics, taste, and life. And you're always expanding and revising what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hasamericancultureruinedyouquiz/"&gt;Has American Culture Ruined You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Inner Gender is Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/female.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive, caring, and willing to connect with anyone who's open to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make friends easily, and you enjoy all sorts of conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand most people you meet - better than they understand themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're totally a woman... or at the very least, your soul is female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Gender?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birth Month is February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/iris.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and harmonious, you seek the gentle side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your warmth and consideration touches many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Purity, modesty, and faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Amethyst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Iris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Purple, yellow, and light blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfp.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lacy Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/lacy-dress.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly yet grown up, you can wear a skimpy dress like this and still have class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Prom Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Pretty Good Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/liar-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lies are somewhat believable, but sometimes you get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on keeping your body language and emotions calm. And you'll be a better liar in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Spoiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouspoiledquiz/spoiled-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not spoiled. You've worked hard for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth and grounded, you don't need a lot to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouspoiledquiz/"&gt;Are You Spoiled?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Love Color is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gets to know you, the first thing they notice is how deeply you think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm, reflective, and mature. However, you sometimes seem spacey to those trying to charm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what your color might suggest, you are never really down or "blue" - even after a break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is thoughtful and rational. You don't let your emotions rule you. It's your head that falls in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Spelling is Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourspellingquiz/spelling.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got 8/10 correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spelling is generally pretty decent. You are prone to a few mistakes, but the mistakes you make are pretty forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourspellingquiz/"&gt;How's Your Spelling?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 20% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howevilareyouquiz/good.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Sloth Quotient: 45%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchslothdoyouhavequiz/sloth-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely lazier than the average person, but you're able to live a somewhat normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your life needs is a little more effort and variety, and you might see that doing hard things is actually fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchslothdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Sloth Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcoloreyedwomanareyoureallyquiz/blue-eyes.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the personality of a blue eyed women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're intense and expressive - and always on the go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've also got a sweet, playful side - which draws men in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcoloreyedwomanareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;What Color Eyed Woman Are You Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Blue Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/power-blue.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships and feelings are the most important things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Die at Age 76&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Pride Quotient: 10%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/pride-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the furthest thing from prideful - truly humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't consider anyone or anything beneath you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchpridedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Pride Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/unisex.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is  A Cult Classic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/cult-classic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if someone's obsessed with you, look out!  Your fans are downright freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be an Unconventional Bride!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/unconventional-bride.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably the type of girl who never considered getting married - until you met *him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a big fan of white dresses, church weddings, or cheesy DJ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay - you'll do it your way... whether that means a Vegas wedding or guys as bridesmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may not toss the bouquet (or have anyone to toss it to), it will still be the most romantic day of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bride Will You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Level is: 72%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/power-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very powerful person, and you know that all of your power comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll reach your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpowerfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Powerful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Travel to Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatasiancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/japan.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From freak sightings in Harajuku to awesome sashimi, you'll love Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows? You might end up on Japanese TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatasiancountryshouldyouvisitquiz/"&gt;What Asian Country Should You Visit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 4% Abnormal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a borderline personality. It is unlikely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 76% Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howgoodareyouquiz/good-2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good person. You do the best you can to be ethical, fair, and moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you know, being a good person means making hard decisions... and following them through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're confronted with an ethical dilemma, you will usually do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you do slip up. No one's perfect. But you do your best to correct your missteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also probably: incredibly honest, especially with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are on track to being: A respected leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a better person: Be kind to someone who is not very kind to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgoodareyouquiz/"&gt;How Good Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Failed High School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoupasshighschoolquiz/failed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasshighschoolquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/nt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rational (NT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Thumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unique and flexible. And you defy any category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally strong and agile, you do things your own way. And you do them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural leader... but also truly a loner. You inspire many but connect with few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Middle Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a Chance You Could Be Violent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-2.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your EQ is 147&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyoureqquiz/eq-6.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm and open. Even when life gets you down, you're unafraid of the world and its challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are comfortable with who you are. And you accept your weaknesses - as well as the weaknesses of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are quite stable, you don't respond perfectly to every bad situation that comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have enough emotional intelligence to know when you need a course correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatholidayareyouquiz/halloween.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dramatic, wild, and even weird person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark side of life fascinates you, and you enjoy being a little terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy the hidden sides of life. You are interested in what lurks deep in people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are playful and creative. You enjoy pretending you're someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you celebrate: Anything bizarre, unusual, or freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At holiday get togethers, you do best as: The entertainer. You really like to get into the mood of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a holiday, you're the one most likely to: Insist on a theme party of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatholidayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Holiday Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Could Maybe Be a Vegetarian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeavegetarianquiz/vegetarian-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think being vegetarian is a great idea, but you don't have all the tools to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a local vegetarian group or buy a few vegetarian books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't go completely veggie, you can introduce more vegetarian foods into your diet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavegetarianquiz/"&gt;Could You Be a Vegetarian?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 24% Texas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howtexasareyouquiz/texas-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as welcome in Texas as a skunk at a lawn party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howtexasareyouquiz/"&gt;How Texas Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Root Beer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/root-beer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra sweet and innocent, you have a subtle complexity behind your sugary front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children love you, but so do high end snobs... when you're brewed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda compatibility match: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 60% of the Population&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourattitudequiz/attitude-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good attitude. While a realist, you do see the positive side of most things. People love to be around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/"&gt;How's Your Attitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Passed the US Citizenship Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/approved.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations - you got 7 out of 10 correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasstheuscitizenshiptestquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart is Blue and Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatarethecolorsofyourheartquiz/blueorange.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is bright and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are knowledgeable, wise, and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring dynamism and sparkle to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to keep your partner hanging on your every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatarethecolorsofyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are the Colors of Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while this may not seem big, it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Greed Quotient: 0%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchgreeddoyouhavequiz/greed-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're anything but greedy. You're eager to share and give to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, collecting material possessions is more trouble than it's worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchgreeddoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Greed Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xD I will say, some of the, ARE quite weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-4424391962610802480?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/4424391962610802480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=4424391962610802480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/4424391962610802480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/4424391962610802480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings!'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-6163927004784423547</id><published>2008-07-01T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:19:12.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin'/><title type='text'>A Family Reunion From My Dad's Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, so yesterday, it was really hot and all, and we were going out to dinner; some kind of family reunion thingy from my dad's side, as said on the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, some of the relatives gathered at my grandma's house, and when everyone that was coming was here, we headed for this restaurant. Well, I just discovered yesterday, that.. well, I have another older cousin, and I call him "weirdo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that he does well in P.E., because he tends to run around a lot (show-offy, by the way), and he likes to practice punching. Maybe it's just me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to the restaurant, went up to the third floor, ate, yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after my brother and I ate, we got bored. Like, seriously bored. So we bothered our dad, and each got a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's when the fun starts - me and my brother, we started running about the place, taking random pictures. I swear - we must've taken like, a billion pictures that day! Hopefully, my dad will enjoy deleting all the pictures. We might get killed anyway, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother started pestering "Weirdo" with his camera; he tried to take pictures of him, and Weirdo kept on running away. But in the end, ze Robin triumphs, and he takes like, a billion pictures of him. XD He even took a picture of him walking into a bathroom! Dx I called him a pervert though x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me and my brother got bored of the camera - and started a pillow fight... with only four pillows. I had a feeling that the person was glaring at us; the person who was serving the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-6163927004784423547?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/6163927004784423547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=6163927004784423547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6163927004784423547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/6163927004784423547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-reunion-from-my-dads-side.html' title='A Family Reunion From My Dad&apos;s Side'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-5242647700405489647</id><published>2008-06-30T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:38:18.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jassy-senpai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Stuff... that I got from Jassy-senpai XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Salsal gots this from &lt;a href="http://betterxthanxyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jassy-senpai&lt;/a&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Real name: ******* (It's not Sally XD At least not on my U.S. passport. People just call me Sally =P) ** (No surname giving out xP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nickname: Salsal, Sal, Salsal-chan, Sal-chan, Sally-chan, Pepper, and a lot more o-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eye colour: Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Zodiac sign: Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Male or female: Female. Doi. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;School: School? As in which school you go to? Well, I'm going to Middle School next year! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Smart: I guess... xD One of the smartest people in my fifth-grade class, at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hair colour: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Long or short: Hair length? XD Medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Loud or quiet: Loud. Yesh, it may not scream like it, but I'm loud. I scream. A lot. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sweats or jeans: Sweats. I hate jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Phone or camera: Phone. Because I like to contact people vocally instead of just emailing. And the phone has an internet! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Health freak: I'd like to lose weight... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Drink or smoke: Don't know. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Crush on someone: They all turned out to be dorks. xD So I'm done with them o-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eat or drink: Drinking juice and water! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Piercings: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tattoos: I put on temporary ones before! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Righty or lefty: Right. But I'm learning to write with my left. And I'm failing. I feel like some preschooler... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First piercing: Don't got one. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First best friend: Forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First award: I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First crush: Forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First pet: Fish. I still have them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First big vacation: Going to China, yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eating: I was eating. An hour ago I was. Now I'm just eating oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Drinking: ... my spit. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm about to: Answer the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Listening: My brother complaining about his needs to read. On the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Plans for today: I'll stay on the computer a little longer. And then I'll sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Waiting for: The time in which I succeed in my plan to lose ten pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Want kids?: Probably not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Want to get married?: Sure. With the person I want to get married to. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Careers in mind: Author, Manga artist, or an Illustrator. Literature is my life. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shorter or taller: Average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Romantic or spontaneous: What's spontaneous mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nice stomach or arms: Uh, stomach? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hook-up or relationship?: Iono. Probably relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Trouble-maker or hesitant?: Trouble-maker. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Drank bubbles?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lost glasses/contacts?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ran away from home?: Wanted to. When I was seriously mad at my parents. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Broken someone's heart?: Broke this kid's heart in fourth grade once; he had a crush on me, and I kept on avoiding him. Kind of. We were supposed to meet online, and I couldn't find him, and it stayed like that for a long time, and then I kicked him off my online buddy list, 'cause the space is limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Been arrested?: ...no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cried when someone died?: Nope. Though my great grandma died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yourself: Maaybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love at first sight: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Heaven: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Santa Claus: Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sex on the first date?: ... what's sex? o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now?: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do you believe in God: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes this meme thingy. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-5242647700405489647?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/5242647700405489647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=5242647700405489647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5242647700405489647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/5242647700405489647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/06/stuff-that-i-got-from-jassy-senpai-xd.html' title='Stuff... that I got from Jassy-senpai XD'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-4504801645225450907</id><published>2008-06-30T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:26:51.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brush With Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;... Don't say anymore. I know, I'm writing in... pink. My least favorite color. And I'm writing in a font that I don't even like. Well, because I'm feeling really really... well... about to die today. -.-" Lemme tell you about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yea, so today, we had our family photo taken; the family from my dad's side of the family. Yup, I'm in Liao Cheng, Shan Dong right now, where my grandma lives. I got to her house yesterday, and it's horribly hot here! Right, let's get on with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Right, we were having our family photo taken, right? Well, we got to the place, and those people wanted us girls/women to put on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAKE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; before we take our photos. I, of course, being the Salsal I am, started to protest. Like, really really protest. I almost had to scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I ended up in the chair in which you sit in while those people put make up/whatever on you, because my dad wanted them to, and they put all this gel in my hair that makes it all stiff... and they retied my hair! I say it is unfair, because if you just like, take the picture while you're all neat and stuff, well, it isn't like you taking it, right? Especially if you're a messy maniac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And then those people were like "Okay, we won't put make up on you", and then after they finished doing my hair, they were like "Okay, now, we will put like, a thin layer of make up on you, okay?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh my god, that was like, one of the worst moments of my life, I mean, seriously, what kind of tomboy-like type of person would want to put MAKE UP on? Well, not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did all this weird stuff to my eyebrows, put stuff on my face, and in the end, they even put on this lipstick thingy for me! You don't know how much I suffered. I'm pissed at my dad, because it is him who forced me into that chair, and he also said to me something about no make up! That's why I hate it when adults do that! They just have control over everything, and you can't do a single thing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I say this is worse than when I got my shots in like, preschool! And that's really bad! If they put any more make up on, I might as well just die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5578600840839098332-4504801645225450907?l=isalsal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/feeds/4504801645225450907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5578600840839098332&amp;postID=4504801645225450907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/4504801645225450907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5578600840839098332/posts/default/4504801645225450907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isalsal.blogspot.com/2008/06/brush-with-death.html' title='A Brush With Death'/><author><name>~iSalsal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06890680198386019442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQaPhSJuZ_4/ST8zsWkq1DI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oHXDs2GCs88/S220/We%27ve+Been+Pushed+Too+Far.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578600840839098332.post-7903314563032111875</id><published>2008-06-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:37:09.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in China So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yay! I have already lived a week into my China expedition, and for that first week, I couldn't exactly, well... use the internet .____. Anyway, here's a brief summary... I think... okay, maybe not so brief, of my first China days:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1: I arrived at China. The landing was HORRIBLE. Seriously, my ears were killing me when they were landing. But then the last couple hundred meters or so, that landing was good enough. I couldn't feel anything afterwards. Maybe the wind was really strong when we were high in the sky, that the landing was unsteady, and then when we got lower, the wind wasn't so bad! Right... let's go on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after we got off the plane, it was so hot! The air was really humid, and I felt like I was about to melt! And the baggage claim wasn't any better; we had to wait so long, my backpack was really heavy, and so were the baggages. At least we got a cart to carry our luggage around in, though~ 8D So that wasn't so bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then after we got our baggage, we went out to the place where we leave the airport, and it was all weird. There were people behind this line, and they were just staring at us. I felt like an animal in a zoo or something... ._.Anyway, after we left that line place, we were standing there, waiting for my uncle to come and pick us up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom said that only he was coming, but to my surprise, four people came! My grandma-in-law, my grandpa-in-law, my little cousin whom I call Beibei, the same Beibei as Fuwa Beibei's name is written~ Fuwa is the mascots for the Beijing Olympics this year~ 8D For those of you who don't know XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to squish into the car, because there weren't enough seats. I think. XD My little cousin was supposed to sit in the front with my grandpa-in-law, but then she ended up in the back, where it was much more safe. I learned that the car rules here are much different than in America XD But then the traffic is horrible... ._. I swear, billions of people must've gotten killed each day! Dx Okay, not billions, but you get what I mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we got to my cousin's new house, and the house is like, awesome. xD The toilets were much better than when I came back to China four years ago; at least it is something that I'm used to. I like my room as well; it is big, it smells good, and I have a lot of place to sleep. But the bed is really really hard. Anyway, the day was good enough. I got to taste my grandma-in-law's cooking again, and believe me, it is good! 8D Right, just look at me brag... But still, I'm not exactly kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandma-in-law and my little cousin had to go after dinner, though, because my little cousin had to go to ballet the next day; her class starts at 9:00 AM and ends at 12:00 PM. I got really sleepy at like 6:00PM. It's because of jetlag... I went to sleep at 7:00PM that day, but my mom wanted me to stay up until 9:00PM. I find that funny, because usually, she wants me to sleep early, and now she's just BEGGING me to stay up later. xD Well, I slept at 7, so I guess you gotta owe this round to me.Oh, and did I mention that my brother got his hair cut that day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I woke up at like, 5:00AM. Mainly because I slept so early the day before, and because of this construction thingy that's going on. My room window is facing it! Dx Well, not like I was sleepy anyway. I got up, did the usual routine, you know, brushing your teeth and washing your face and all that junk. My mom checked my grandpa-in-law's blood glucose that day, and it was at like, 166 o_O I forgot the measurement though. But then she tested me, and I got 157. I was so freaked out! Dx And for the rest of the day, I was forbidden to eat the foods that I love, like... sugar. ._. You know, ice cream, cake, all that stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After breakfast, I went to see my little cousin's ballet/dance class, and I got totally freaked out at her teacher. I mean, that teacher, she screamed at the kids if they did something wrong, and I don't know if it was just me or whatnot, but she slapped one of the kids that did something wrong across the face! Seriously, that teacher might as well kill the kids and get it over with. Hope she gets fired or something, because seriously, I have no idea how they even live with her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When my little cousin's ballet/dance class was done, we went to eat lunch with my other aunt. The restaurant looked all rich and formal and whatnot, but so much of the foods were spicy! Plus, I was not allowed to drink the juice, so I had to resort to tea, which was really really hot, and not the best thing to eat with spicy foods. But there was corn, and I ate that! And some other meat, and shrimp, so I ate my fill on those.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I also went swimming that day! It was really troublesome, because you had to go to my uncle's college, or, where he went to college, and the bathrooms there STINK! And you had to pay to get in there as well. Plus, you have to change in front of all those people. Definitely not fun for me! Well, those people there didn't seemed to be bothered at all. Good for them. I'm done! Seriously, I don't want to go to that place to swim again. The water was really cold as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After eating dinner at the college, I wanted to take the bus home. But my brother didn't, because he had his short washed, and now he's wearing a "ridiculously loose" shirt that my uncle gave him to wear. Well, I started to complain, and in the end, my grandma-in-law bought my brother a green and white striped T-shirt, so that took care of the problem. But then the bus ride was so long! O.O It was like, two hours before we realized that we passed our stop. So we ran off, and then we started to walk around Beijing, and got even more lost than we already were. In the end, we called a taxi over, and finally got home. It is only the second day, and we've already ran into trouble. As Chinese people would say, 真倒霉！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found that yesterday's high glucose in my blood was from overeating on the airplane the day before. On the airplane, I ate this super sweet cake for lunch, that my brother and my mom didn't even want to touch. And then I drank like, three cans of sprite. o_o And don't forget that cup of orange juice that I drank! Anyway, to put it simple, I ate a lot on the plane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to Tian An Men today, or ... well, it's like the Chinese Whitehouse. We were supposed to go to visit my grandma-in-law at the college today, but then, we found this traveling agency at the place, and we booked for a trip to the Great Wall that was going tomorrow. Then, we saw this other trip that was going to this water land place, and this radio TV tower place today, and booked for that as well. So much for our plans of going to the college to visit my grandma-in-law today.Well... the trip? What can I say; it was worth it! XD Well, it was fun!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 4:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the Great Wall today! I really hoped it was worth it, because I had to wake up at 5:00AM that day.The taxi cab ride was... let's say not so pleasant. The traffic sucked; and for a second or two, I thought that we were going to miss the ride.When we got to the meeting place, the taxi driver decided to park FAR away from the place. And guess what? We had to walk there. Luckily though, we made the bus.The bus was really dirty; I guess they didn't bother to wash it. Much. It disgusts me in a way, because who knows what kind of people might've sat on it. It wasn't pleasant to smell, either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bus ride was okay; it was really bumpy, and sitting at the back of the bus doensn't help you very much. You sit like right on top of the engines, and you can't hear the person in the front speaking to you; that guy tells you stuff about the place we're going to. I ended up moving to the front, kind of, next to my mom, and fell asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our first stop was to this place where the emperor lived. Not like I cared much about that, but hey, I'll describe a bit of what happened there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, one thing's for sure, me and my brother fought. A lot. I don't want to go in depth, because it might get well... really bloody and violent. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating things a little bit. Again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The buildings were kind of cool, though. There's these stand thingies, and then at the corner, there is this creature thingy. If you could look closely, there are holes in its nostrils, and they use it to drain out the water during rainy days. Smart, right? It serves as a decoration and a thing that helps the room!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was also this door, and they say that the door is the door between the dead and the living. the Emperor never goes through it, until he dies. When he is dead, he is carried through the door, and his tomb is underground. The people who bury him go back through the door, and back into the living world. At least that's what I remembered. I think. Oh, and there's a certain way to cross the doors!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are male, when you step over the door, you must use your left foot. If you are female, you must step over the door with your right foot. My brother though, being the Robin he is, stepped over the door with his right foot. Maybe he wants to be a girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left the Emperor's palace with peaches and cherries, because there's these people who were selling them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Emperor's palace, our next stop was this Jade museum or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually learned some stuff there, like how to tell the difference between a real jade and a phony, and so much more. I also saw these other displays of jewels, which were really really cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a souvenir, I got a jade bracelet for 100 Chinese dollars. I say it was really cheap, compared to what my mom got. She got a jade bracelet for 1200 Chinese dollars! O.O Well, my brother got this zodiac pendant, and he got the dragon, even though he was born on the year of the rabbit. I say he wants to turn eight this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the jade museum was lunch. The food was okay; some of the food I really really liked. There was this kind lady who bought this bottle of fanta for her kid, but then he didn't want it. So she poured me and my brother a cup. I was about to refuse, but seeing how kind she is, I couldn't help myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, FINALLY after millions of other places, our next stop was the Great Wall. We climbed the first four floors with this slide cart thingy, because the steps were really steep and all that; if you fall off, you can get severely injured, or even die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I got to the fifth floor, I started climbing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The steps were really uneven; there's like, three high steps, and then one super low step, and then there's like another billion small steps, and then a high step. You really have to watch yourself; you might just die here as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was climbing the place for like an hour, before we had to go. It's unfair! I started to complain to my mom, and she bought a bag of kettle corn for me. So that problem is settled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Great Wall, we were taken to this store where you can sample some of Beijing's foods. I ate a roasted duck sample, and immediately fell in love with it. My mom bought two packs of chopped duck for 30 Chinese dollars in all, and two packs of duck wings for ... I forgot the price. Well, anyway, we went to this other sampling table, and there were these fruits and wild stuff that grows on trees. I say that they are delicious, at least some of them. The others are far too sweet, or I just hate the taste. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that place, we finally headed home! Well, not exactly home, but we headed for the place where we first started out. After we got to that place, we took a taxi home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the ride was over, I looked into my mom's wallet; she had less than 100 Chinese dollars left! O.O And she brought like, 2000 Chinese dollars. Well, she really spent it this time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know the duck that we bought? Well, we opened it to eat with our noodles for dinner, and guess what? It wasn't how I expected it would taste. First of all, when the duck meat fell out, there were just two pieces. TWO PIECES. The pieces weren't very big, either, and when I took my first piece, it tasted like bone. I spat it out immediately. The meaty part wasn't as bad, but it's not like it's very good. For one thing, it's very salty. WE GOT RIPPED OFF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I'm going to post for now; it is getting late, but it's not like I'm going to get off. I'm just saying that the limited batteries on the laptop is running out XD And I want to do something else while I'm at it. 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