<?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-6409166512233474530</id><updated>2011-12-29T09:33:02.279-08:00</updated><category term='Cliché Hot'/><category term='Argent'/><category term='Nike Dunks'/><category term='Radio Radio'/><category term='Gribouillis'/><category term='vie'/><category term='Musique'/><category term='Panda'/><category term='Geek'/><category term='Déprime'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Lunettes'/><category term='Vêtements'/><category term='Sneakers'/><category term='Superficialité'/><category term='Drôle'/><category term='Rap'/><category term='Bit of a Blur'/><category term='Blogueurs'/><category term='amour'/><category term='Oasis'/><category term='Amis'/><category term='Eclectique Partouze'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Cupcakes'/><category term='Japon'/><category term='Pffffffft'/><category term='Pauvreté'/><title type='text'>Sang d'Encre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4657795225370734213</id><published>2010-06-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:53:02.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeeh</title><content type='html'>Ark?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4657795225370734213?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4657795225370734213/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4657795225370734213' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4657795225370734213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4657795225370734213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2010/06/eeeeh.html' title='Eeeeh'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6040105211833371922</id><published>2010-02-27T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:43:28.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Grande Noirceur</title><content type='html'>Oh oh, c'est encore revenu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's black and tasteless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when everything we did was amazing. I miss the walk in the park, or the nights spent talking about nothing. I miss the fires and the marshmallows. I miss the good times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I have an awesome boyfriend and some amazing friends... but what happened? How did I lose my spark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Est-ce que je dois jeter de l'huile sur le feu ou dois-je tout simplement m'habituer à cette nouvelle vie plus monotone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le vide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6040105211833371922?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6040105211833371922/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6040105211833371922' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6040105211833371922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6040105211833371922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-grande-noirceur.html' title='La Grande Noirceur'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-162674229400870309</id><published>2009-11-20T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:30:13.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erratum</title><content type='html'>Ah, c'est pas des arts que j'suis tannée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est de tout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Options: Partir ou Mourrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouin, c'est dramatique... ya surement plus d'options mais mon écoeurantite générale de la vie aujourd'hui et mon mal de tête intense limitent mes horizons. En fait, j'suis juste en crisse parce que mon projet photo avance pas... yé même pas commencer. Mon projet de peinture est pourri, pis mon projet de sculpture c'est casser en plusieurs morceaux, c'est égrainé, pour finalement terminer dans les vidanges. Je vous ai dit que sa ma couter 200$ de matériel en 2 semaines et que sa a toute été pour rien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où est passé mon bel esprit des fêtes? Je l'ai surement vomit, comme la moitié de ce que j'ai manger cette semaine a cause de ma toux incessante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-162674229400870309?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/162674229400870309/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=162674229400870309' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/162674229400870309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/162674229400870309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/11/erratum.html' title='Erratum'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2879395949785727987</id><published>2009-11-20T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:25:30.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montée de lait.</title><content type='html'>J'hais sa les arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis tannée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je fini mon DEC pis j'fais d'autre chose après. Quelque chose qui ressemblera pas a de l'art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'hais sa la photographie aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'en ai plein le cul de la photographie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Être artiste c'est surfait. Tu te fends le cul a résoudre des problèmes tout le temps. Peu importe ce que tu fais, ton prochain projet sera pas plus facile. Tu pars a zéro a chaque fois. Y'a pas de recette, tu peux pas te fier sur quoi que se soit. Tu peux pas faire la même chose 2 fois. J'hais ça faire comme si j'étais une artiste. J'en suis pas une, pis vous non plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'originalité c'est surfait aussi. Personne est original. Tout a été fait et tout a été dit, mais malgrés tout, les épais qui connaissent rien à l'art vont te dire d'être original et nouveau. BEN OUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: J'suis aussi tanné des gens qui se disent artistes pis qui ''front''&lt;front&gt; pas. Ben oui, ben oui, tu te sens artiste, t'as tellement une âme d'artiste, tu le sens dans toi parce que c'est tellement profond être un artiste. Fuck off, est-ce t'es cuisinier quand tu te fais des bagels? NON. T'es pas plus un artiste quand tu gosses avec des crayons à mine pis t'es pas photographe quand tu te prend en photo dans le mirroir ou le bras tendu. Eille champion, t'as des croutes à manger avant d'avoir AU MOINS la technique fak arrête de faire ton intéressant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2879395949785727987?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2879395949785727987/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2879395949785727987' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2879395949785727987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2879395949785727987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/11/montee-de-lait.html' title='Montée de lait.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6513514345493154022</id><published>2009-09-07T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:50:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je sens l'haleine de la guerre et j'ai le gout du sang</title><content type='html'>Je viens de regarder A Travers Les Brumes avec Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça te laisse un arrière goût de désespoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne me sens pas très bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6513514345493154022?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-855263483137359766</id><published>2009-09-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:54:20.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine.</title><content type='html'>Ça a été l'année la plus heureuse de ma vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...un peu trop. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-855263483137359766?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/855263483137359766/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2955503322708177198</id><published>2009-09-04T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:50:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I thought a saw you in the battleship&lt;br /&gt;but it was only a look alike&lt;br /&gt;She was nothing but a vision trick&lt;br /&gt;Under the warning light&lt;br /&gt;She was close&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to be your ghost&lt;br /&gt;But my chances turned to toast&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her ifI could call her your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook&lt;br /&gt;Huddled up in a wicker chair&lt;br /&gt;I wandered over for a closer look&lt;br /&gt;And kissed whoever was sitting there&lt;br /&gt;She was close&lt;br /&gt;And she held me very thightly&lt;br /&gt;Till I asked awfully politetly&lt;br /&gt;Please, can I call you her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I elongated my lift home&lt;br /&gt;And I let him go the long way round&lt;br /&gt;I smelt your scent on the seat belt&lt;br /&gt;And kept my shortcuts to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw you in the Parrots Beak&lt;br /&gt;Messing with a smoke alarm&lt;br /&gt;It was too loud for me to hear her speak&lt;br /&gt;And she had a broken arm&lt;br /&gt;It was close&lt;br /&gt;So close that the walls were wet&lt;br /&gt;And she wrote out and later said&lt;br /&gt;No, you can’t call me her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where’s your hiding place&lt;br /&gt;‘Im worried Ill forget your face&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve asked everyone&lt;br /&gt;I’m begining to think I imagined you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I elongated my lift home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I let him go the long way round&lt;br /&gt;I smelt your scent on the seatbelt&lt;br /&gt;And kept my shortcuts to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your sister in the cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;On the phone to the middle man&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that she was on her own&lt;br /&gt;I though she might understand&lt;br /&gt;She was close&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldn’t get much closer&lt;br /&gt;She said, I’m really not supposed to&lt;br /&gt;But yes, you can call me anything you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2955503322708177198?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2955503322708177198/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2955503322708177198' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2955503322708177198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2955503322708177198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/09/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7032024351086136897</id><published>2009-07-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:16:37.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai de la peinture dans les veines.</title><content type='html'>En peinture, on apprend vite que pour créer le plus profond des noirs, il faut mélanger toute les couleurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'crois que c'est la même chose dans la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus t'es colorée... plus ta noirceur est profonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On apelle ça la synthèse soustractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7032024351086136897?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7032024351086136897/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7032024351086136897' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7032024351086136897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7032024351086136897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/07/jai-de-la-peinture-dans-les-veines.html' title='J&apos;ai de la peinture dans les veines.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7300180050515981076</id><published>2009-05-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:41:56.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shooting hoops to the astrodome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C'est une vraie blague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mon oeuvre totalement horrible sur le basket sur chaise roulante a été achetée par le collège.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oui oui, j'ai reçu de l'argent pour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Donc, j'ai pu ben le choix de mettre cet horreur dans mon porte-folio parce qu'elle a été exposée dans le cadre des 44e jeux du québec à ste-thérese et qu'elle a été achetée par le college lionel-groulx, faisant d'elle mon oeuvre la plus importante à date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La vie nous joue de drole de tours parfois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PS: J'ai pas utilisé ma palette graphique parce que je ne suis pas chez moi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7300180050515981076?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7300180050515981076/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7300180050515981076' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7300180050515981076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7300180050515981076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-shooting-hoops-to-astrodome.html' title='I&apos;m shooting hoops to the astrodome'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6519374682168209760</id><published>2009-05-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:28:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joelle Is Your Soulmate&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 height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Nicolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider Mainville your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Amélie is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember STEVE for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Nicolas 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 Joelle is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Julien is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Julien changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Caro is shy and non-confrontational. And that Caro 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;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ahah c'dont ben un beau test ça. AHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Julien multiplie les conquetes... OUI. AHAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6519374682168209760?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6519374682168209760/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6519374682168209760' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6519374682168209760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6519374682168209760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahah.html' title='AHAH'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4692013039838028004</id><published>2009-05-08T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:04:26.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life would suck without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SgUAqfAB9BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3K46gxjPFh4/s1600-h/octoboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SgUAqfAB9BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3K46gxjPFh4/s320/octoboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333670063566353426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4692013039838028004?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4692013039838028004/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4692013039838028004' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4692013039838028004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4692013039838028004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='My life would suck without you'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SgUAqfAB9BI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3K46gxjPFh4/s72-c/octoboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1039510485833051751</id><published>2009-05-04T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:23:17.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleep 'til brooklyn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/Sf_NQIYWEvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2X1jU6Vp8lY/s1600-h/dormir+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/Sf55Und8TdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n7nriy9CBPU/s320/pad+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331832403952160210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1696171857841819629?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1696171857841819629/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1696171857841819629' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1696171857841819629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1696171857841819629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/Sf55Und8TdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/n7nriy9CBPU/s72-c/pad+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7250984778666493062</id><published>2009-05-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:53:05.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SfvRns_pnbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4_ruQDJ4PnE/s1600-h/ark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SfvRns_pnbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4_ruQDJ4PnE/s320/ark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331085063946345906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7250984778666493062?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7250984778666493062/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7250984778666493062' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7250984778666493062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7250984778666493062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-your-waste-is-small-and-your.html' title='&apos;cause your waste is small and your curves are kickin&apos;'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SfvRns_pnbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4_ruQDJ4PnE/s72-c/ark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1407507649461424883</id><published>2009-04-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:57:27.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SfU7L-B8_BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qKMvjMBcpPw/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SfU7L-B8_BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qKMvjMBcpPw/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329230810878639122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1407507649461424883?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1407507649461424883/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1407507649461424883' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1407507649461424883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1407507649461424883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SfU7L-B8_BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qKMvjMBcpPw/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8300685907320565088</id><published>2009-04-23T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:51:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH LALA</title><content type='html'>La fin de session commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me reste 1 mois... et 8 projets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYAYAYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8300685907320565088?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8300685907320565088/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8300685907320565088' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8300685907320565088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8300685907320565088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-lala.html' title='OH LALA'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-3115495622045603411</id><published>2009-04-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:01:46.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis une vedette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SeLjVpeCYNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2RND1CoozO8/s1600-h/ouin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SeLjVpeCYNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2RND1CoozO8/s320/ouin.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324067670553944274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3115495622045603411?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3115495622045603411/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=3115495622045603411' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3115495622045603411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3115495622045603411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/04/je-suis-une-vedette.html' title='Je suis une vedette.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SeLjVpeCYNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2RND1CoozO8/s72-c/ouin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1768338723465058536</id><published>2009-04-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:14:17.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Ya Man</title><content type='html'>CONSIGNES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Met ton mp3 ou Ipod en ''lecture aléatoire".&lt;br /&gt;2. Pour chaque question, appuis sur la touche suivante pour avoir la réponse par&lt;br /&gt;Ton mp3 ou Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ecris le titre de la chanson qui apparait&lt;br /&gt;4. Taggue au moins 10 de tes amis a cet article, et moi en 11&lt;br /&gt;5. Toutes les personnes taggués devront en faire de même.&lt;br /&gt;6. Amusez vous bien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SI QUELQU'UN TE DEMANDE COMMENT TU VAS, TU LUI REPONDS QUOI?&lt;br /&gt;:: Suck It - Feadz ... ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-COMMENT TE DECRIRAIS-TU?&lt;br /&gt;:: Don't Believe the Hype - Boys Noize (ahah ouin, j'suis pas tant cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'EST CE QUE TU AIMES CHEZ UN GARCON/UNE FILLE?&lt;br /&gt;:: Space Hoes - DangerDoom    AHAH. CLAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-COMMENT TE SENS-TU AUJOURD'HUI?&lt;br /&gt;:: Breaking the Girl - Red hot   ahaha OOOOOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'EST CE QUE TON BUT DANS LA VIE?&lt;br /&gt;:: Dirty Deeds dont Dirt cheap - AC DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUELLE EST TA DEVISE?&lt;br /&gt;:: bounce avec le 83 - 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'EST CE QU'ILS PENSENT DE TOI TES AMIS?&lt;br /&gt;:: Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee - Grease .... EILLE C'EST CHIEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'EST CE QU'ILS PENSENT DE TOI TES PARENT?&lt;br /&gt;:: Strutter - Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-À QUOI PENSES-TU SOUVENT?&lt;br /&gt;:: Pogo rebelion - Oliver (l'ex de Lyne) ... PWAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'ESt-CE QUE TU PENSES DE TON MEILLEUR AMI?&lt;br /&gt;:: The Humpty Dance - Digital Underground (ahaha, la toune qui parle d'avoir un gros nez pis de se pognr des filles pareil!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUELLE EST L'HISTOIRE DE TA VIE?&lt;br /&gt;:: La Monogamie - Malajube. AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TU VAS FAIRE QUOI PLUS TARD?&lt;br /&gt;:: Control (L.A. Riots remix) - Kidd Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-À QUOI PENSES-TU LORSQUE TU VOIS QUELQU'UN QUI TE PLAIT?&lt;br /&gt;:: Tendre Fesse - Éric Lapointe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SUR QUOI DANSERAS-TU A TON MARIAGE?&lt;br /&gt;:: Songe a la Douceur - Nic .............. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. J'ai hate au 10 juin 2010 rienk pour ça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUE VAS T-ON JOUER A TON ENTERREMENT?&lt;br /&gt;:: Just enough and too much- Tower of Power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUEL EST TON PASSE TEMPS PREFERE'?&lt;br /&gt;:: Rock and Roll Star - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUELLE EST TA PLUS GRANDE PEUR?&lt;br /&gt;:: Serial Thrilla - The Prodigy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUEL EST TON PLUS GRAND SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;:: dirty - Christina Aiguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'EST-CE QUE TU ES EN TRAIN DE FAIRE?&lt;br /&gt;:: Ta Yeule - KC LMNOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QU'ES CE QUE TU PENSES DE TES AMIS?&lt;br /&gt;:: Spice up your life! - Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUEL TITRE VAS-TU METTRE A CET ARTICLE?&lt;br /&gt;:: Fuck Ya Man - Tila Tequila AHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1768338723465058536?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1768338723465058536/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1768338723465058536' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1768338723465058536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1768338723465058536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-ya-man.html' title='Fuck Ya Man'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4152985941332818511</id><published>2009-04-09T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:42:50.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation x2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57lCiy0GpVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57lCiy0GpVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On dirait que la peur que j'ai eu de me faire mettre dehors d'un de mes cours... m'a motivée a travailler plus fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, j'ai vraiment beaucoup de choses a faire, et si peu de temps ce week-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je suis si motivée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai bien hate à vendredi &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4152985941332818511?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4152985941332818511/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4152985941332818511' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4152985941332818511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4152985941332818511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/04/motivation-x2.html' title='Motivation x2'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8644985512033496071</id><published>2009-04-05T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:08:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samedi soir pourri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NisCkxU544c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NisCkxU544c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIS, Saturday Night Live m'a sauvée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8644985512033496071?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8644985512033496071/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8644985512033496071' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8644985512033496071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8644985512033496071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/04/samedi-soir-pourri.html' title='Samedi soir pourri...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8306833054324210313</id><published>2009-04-03T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:25:37.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While my boyfriend is performing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.takoyaki.org/images/uploads/mario-kart-peach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.takoyaki.org/images/uploads/mario-kart-peach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Mario Kart with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he had a great time, 'cause I did =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon, j'vais me coucher, j'dois être prete à faire du gateau demain! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8306833054324210313?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8306833054324210313/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8306833054324210313' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8306833054324210313'/><link rel='self' 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je viens de faire un cauchemar affreux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux plus dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça faisait des lunes que je ne m'étais pas réveillée en pleurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au moins, Kovalev est venu me rejoindre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je crois qu'il est tout a fait capable de me proteger de n'importe quels cauchemars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou de n'importe quels souvenirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5075420850322361400?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5075420850322361400/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5075420850322361400' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5075420850322361400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5075420850322361400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/je-viens-de-faire-un-cauchemar-affreux.html' title=''/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-3269138439542886640</id><published>2009-03-29T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:37:16.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo painted in pastels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x23js0_the-killers-read-my-mind-clip&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x23js0_the-killers-read-my-mind-clip&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x23js0_the-killers-read-my-mind-clip"&gt;The Killers - Read My Mind clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;envoyé par &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Elo_pitchounne56"&gt;Elo_pitchounne56&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait 2 jours intensifs que je planche sur Tokyo en pastels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je hais les pastels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'aime Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'aime énormément les Killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et j'adore cette chanson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça me fait oublier les pastels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3269138439542886640?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3269138439542886640/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=3269138439542886640' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3269138439542886640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhxK2IOywVE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai toujours adoré ce clip, et... pour les plus fins observateur, c'est Jorma des Lonely Islands qui se poignarde le coeur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3441448143329569064?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3441448143329569064/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Ma fête est passée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ça a rien à voir avec toi.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-940585596837954268?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/940585596837954268/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=940585596837954268' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/940585596837954268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/940585596837954268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1215419661363853199</id><published>2009-03-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:45:45.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai envie de...</title><content type='html'>rien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je déprime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai pleuré en regardant la télé la moitié de la soirée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En plus, je mangeais de la crème glacée avec la cuillère dans le pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est comme si je m'étais fait laisser... mais sans rupture, ni chicane, ni problème de couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais pas tellement pourquoi mais je déprime et je suis débordée et je suis hyper sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis fif. =(............. et je chiale le ventre plein, je sais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est ma fête cette semaine, rien de mieux pour annuller la déprime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De toute façon, j'ai eu la chance de ne pas avoir la déprime de l'hiver cette année.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est pas si mal =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Je me demande ce qui c'est passé à RAM ce weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1215419661363853199?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6123122446653866055</id><published>2009-03-15T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:40:27.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoppping list</title><content type='html'>J'ai besoin de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Une Jupe&lt;br /&gt;-Une paire de Jeans&lt;br /&gt;-Des collants&lt;br /&gt;-Un V-Neck noir&lt;br /&gt;-Un trench noir&lt;br /&gt;-Des bottes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ça me tente vraiment pas de magasiné =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaais, j'y vais mercredi avec Joelle, alors ça va bien =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6123122446653866055?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6123122446653866055/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6123122446653866055' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6123122446653866055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6123122446653866055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoppping-list.html' title='Shoppping list'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8444371555354238666</id><published>2009-03-13T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:28:03.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma fêêêêêêêêête</title><content type='html'>J'suis contente en fait que ma fête arrive parce que j'suis dans le trou financièrement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, si vous chercher quoi me donner... à moins que vous ayez l'idée du siècle, j'ai particuli`rement besoin d'argent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et de votre amitié &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous aime &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ça sa tien pas pour Nico.. je veux PAS que tu me donne d'argent dans une carte!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinon, j'ai besoin de jeans, de bottes et d'un petit manteau. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8444371555354238666?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8444371555354238666/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8444371555354238666' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8444371555354238666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8444371555354238666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-feeeeeeeeete.html' title='Ma fêêêêêêêêête'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-9161972104240653145</id><published>2009-03-10T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:04:00.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woh.</title><content type='html'>Le fils de David Bowie s'apelle... Zowie Bowie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et la fille de Sylvester Stallone s'apelle Sage Moonblood Stallone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi et mon amoureux, on veut que nos enfants s'apelle Mia, Noah ou Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic veut que notre fille aie une guitare électrique rose Hello Kitty, et moi je veux que notre garçon soit aussi cool que James Lucas Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoon, Jamie Scott &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-9161972104240653145?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/9161972104240653145/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=9161972104240653145' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/9161972104240653145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/9161972104240653145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/woh.html' title='Woh.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2473078925175529876</id><published>2009-03-06T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:14:13.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="background-color: #444;"&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="width: 400px; background-color: #e3f0d4; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liberal&lt;/b&gt; - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views.  You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt; - You are a kind and caring person.  Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sensual&lt;/b&gt; - You are not particularly shy when it comes to your sexuality.  You know what you like and do not feel inhibited.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 190px; background-color: #e3f0d4; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Sensual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Outgoing&lt;br&gt;5. Funny&lt;br&gt;6. Romantic&lt;br&gt;7. Adventurous&lt;br&gt;8. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br&gt;9. Stylish&lt;br&gt;10. Athletic&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="width: 400px; background-color: #bcd8ee; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Funny&lt;/b&gt; - You consider a good sense of humor a major necessity in a date.  If his jokes make you laugh, he has won your heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt; - You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind.  A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Practical&lt;/b&gt; - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart.  Flashy, materialistic people turn you off.  You appreciate the simpler side of living.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 190px; background-color: #bcd8ee; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Practical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Romantic&lt;br&gt;5. Adventurous&lt;br&gt;6. Outgoing&lt;br&gt;7. Sensual&lt;br&gt;8. Athletic&lt;br&gt;9. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br&gt;10. Stylish&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.wouldidateyou.com/pquiz/quiz1.html"&gt;Dating Profile Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.wouldidateyou.com/"&gt;Would I Date You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2473078925175529876?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2473078925175529876/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2473078925175529876' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2473078925175529876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2473078925175529876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohhh.html' title='Ohhh.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8938360507870715264</id><published>2009-03-03T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:54:07.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionnaire que j'ai volé à Caro, qui l'a volé à M+.</title><content type='html'>Qu’est-ce que tu écoutais…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ta Jeunesse: Des trucs à mon papa genre Young MC, AC DC, Alice Cooper, The Who, Technotronic, les B-52's, Grease ahah... pis des trucs Pop bonbon genre N*Sync, Britney et Christina Aiguilera. J'aimais pas les backstreet boys tellement... j'en écoutais juste dans mes cours de danse ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est-ce que t’es parents faisaient jouer dans la maison?&lt;br /&gt;Dur à dire... vraiment tout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier slow? Sometimes de Brtiney Brit... mais je l'ai juste danser à moitié. Sinon, ahah c'est quand Nic et moi on danse des slow dans la cuisine quand il chante ''mes bluuues passent puuuu dans poooorrrte'' ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À l’adolescence: Ahah de tout pour vrai. Même dans mon temps punk-rock, j'écoutait tout le reste en cachette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel est le premier album que tu te sois offert? Baby One More Time de Britney Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier spectacle que tu es allé voir? C'était une comédie musicale avec ma grand maman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pré-adulte (début-vingtaine): J'écoute encore de tout. J'aime particulièrement le rock brittanique, mais j'aime des milliers d'autre choses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd’hui: Ahah ouin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meilleur et pire show que tu aies vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meilleur: Arctic Monkeys ya 2 ans ou le festival Osheaga ya 2 ans ou le Glow in the Dark tour &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pire: Bright Eyes avec Coco Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanson de slow (aujourd’hui): The 2 girls one cup song de Jon Lajoie? ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi en musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quels sont tes styles musicaux favoris (rock, pop, r&amp;amp;b/rap, metal )? J'aime tout, mais mes préférés préférés c'est le rap et le rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En détestes-tu un, lequel et pourquoi? J'ai une petite haine envers le folklore québécois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À quelle époque t’es-tu accroché (disco, punk, etc.)? Aucune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La meilleure période musicale selon toi (60, 70, 80, 90, aujourd’hui)? = Toute les périodes avaient leurs trucs... y'a pas de gagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meilleur groupe ou artiste de tous les temps? MJ a juste tout changer, et tout ce qu'il a fait sonne encore comme du feu. Ça a tellement bien vieilli, autant ses clips que sa musique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meilleur groupe ou artiste aujourd’hui? J'suis une fan finie de Damon Albarn, c'est malade tout ce qu'il fait. Sinon, j'admire Kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La chanson qui a changé ta vie? Aucune, eheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-tu déjà été groupie: J'aimais juste VRAIMENT simple plan. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle personnalité musicale aimerais-tu rencontrer et pourquoi? Boff... dans le fond, j'm'en fou de rencontré qui que se soit. Si j'ai pas le choix... Damon Albarn, il pourrait surement m'inspirer artistiquement parce que ya toujours l'air plein d'idées.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La musique dans le temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle chanson a bien vieilli? Je sais pas... eeeeh... welcome to the jungle? ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle chanson a mal vieilli? Ouf, les trucs avec trop de synth des 80's... j'ai pas d'exemple particulier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir coupable? Kylie. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaisir coupable «assumé»? Ahah y'a vraiment juste de Kylie que j'me sent coupable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta toune de karaoké? It's Tricky de Run DMC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand est-ce que tu écoutes du:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock? Tout les jours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop? Tout les jours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chansonnettes française? Ahahah juste à la fête de Binette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal? Quand je joue a rock band avec Carl des fois, ou que j'entre dans la voiture de Nico et qu'il écoute Metalica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap? Tout les jours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;B? Tout les jours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance? Dans les restos? ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Électro? Tout les jours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta toune de matin: Good Morning de Kanye ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toune de petit matin (ou ben tard): je saaaaaaaais pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toune pour décompresser? Read my Mind des Killers ou Under the Bridge des RHCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour te défouler? I'm on a Boat - The Lonely Island feat T-Pain.. ahha c'trop cool crier qu'on est sur un bateau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour faire du ménage? ahah le mix du SÀL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour faire du sport? Ark du sport. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour séduire ton chum/blonde? Ahah hummm.... like a booooat on a river? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes dernières découvertes? Hmm rien =( J'écoute rien de nouveau depuis un bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes dernières découvertes (locales et Internationales)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui te fait découvrir de nouveaux artistes? Mes amis, les internets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est-ce que tu fais découvrir aux autres? Tout ce que je trouve bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel disque vas-tu aller acheter, et pourquoi? Je sais pas... peut-être le nouveau Malajube... parait-il qu'il est excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel disque tu n’achèteras pas, et pourquoi? Le nouveau New Found Glory ahah. Ça m'interesse moyennement peu ce que j'écoutais à 14 ans après tout. Je vais faire un check quand même... mais je pairais pas =$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es-tu plus iTunes ou disquaire? Disquaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel spectacle iras-tu voir prochainement? The Faint &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8938360507870715264?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8938360507870715264/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8938360507870715264' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8938360507870715264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8938360507870715264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/03/questionnaire-que-jai-vole-caro-qui-la.html' title='Questionnaire que j&apos;ai volé à Caro, qui l&apos;a volé à M+.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-593468555841441228</id><published>2009-02-27T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:05:50.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 guy 1 cup</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-593468555841441228?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/593468555841441228/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=593468555841441228' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/593468555841441228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/593468555841441228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-guy-1-cup.html' title='1 guy 1 cup'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-3129577601624123008</id><published>2009-02-21T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:56:15.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 choses. Wouh.</title><content type='html'>1. Je dessines assez bien, mais si j'avais eu le choix, c'est vraiment pas ce talent là que j'aurais choisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Des fois je me met a fixer étrangement des visages ou des parties du corps parce que j'observe le jeu d'ombre et lumière et j'me demande comment ça lookerait en dessin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. J'ai une tendance étrange a manger avec mes doigts quand c'est pas approprié. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. J'aime vraiment l'attention. I love to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dans le fin fond, je suis vraiment gentille et naive. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. J'aime Kylie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. J'essaie d'avoir l'air sure de moi, mais j'suis plus insécure que n'importe qui... mais j'suis tellement insécure que sa m'insécuriserais que les gens pensent que j'suis insécure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. L'opinion des gens m'importe vraiment plus que la mienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. J'aimerais dont sa bien danser. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. C'est con, mais j'ai toujours cru qu'un jour j'serais A) Riche, B) Célebre. Je sais pas pourquoi. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mon ambition est étouffée par ma paresse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. J'aime vraiment ça me maquiller. C'est comme si je me peignais moi-même. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Je suis végétarienne depuis super longtemps... et je sais même pas pourquoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Des fois, j'aime ça écouter Hannah Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. J'adore la littérature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. J'adore le théâtre... c'est juste dommage que j'me donne pas la peine assez souvent d'y aller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. J'ai jouer de la guitare la semaine passée... et j'me suis surprise. J'croyais vraiment que j'étais pire... mais Nico m'entendra jamais quand même ahah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. J'déteste l'authorité. C'est fou. J'me fache vraiment rarement, mais sa me fache vraiment beaucoup de me faire dire quoi faire. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Je suis amoureuse pour vrai et ça me surprend encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Je déteste mon ex, mais je me demande tout de même ce qui se passe avec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. J'suis GROSSE pis MOCHE. Et j'en pense chaque syllabe. Mais je crois aussi que j'suis une personne agréable et que ma façon d'être me rend cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Je crois que si on veut vraiment quelque chose, c'est pas compliquer de s'arranger pour l'avoir et qu'il faut pas attendre que quelqu'un nous le donne. C'est comme ça que je fait les choses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Je m'aime pas beaucoup, mais je vous aime a l'infini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. J'adore faire de l'art, et j'crois que j'peux arriver a faire a peu pres n'importe quoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ma vie serait pourrie si j'avais pas les Femme 5. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3129577601624123008?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3129577601624123008/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=3129577601624123008' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3129577601624123008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3129577601624123008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-choses-wouh.html' title='25 choses. Wouh.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2629018394070969908</id><published>2009-02-13T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:20:49.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>185! My god.</title><content type='html'>SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 241 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own facebook account, paste this as a note. Then, put x's next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number, and click post at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;(x) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw III&lt;br /&gt;(x)Saw IV&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;(x) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(x) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;(x) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;(x) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;() Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;() Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;() Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;() KING KONG&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumber &amp;amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;() Flubber&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;(x) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;(x) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(x) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;(x) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grudge 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;() Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;() Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lucky Number Seven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Identity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bourne Supremecy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;(x) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;(x) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;( ) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;() Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;(x) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;() Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;(x) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;(x) My Boss's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;(x) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;(x) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;() Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;(x) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;(x) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;(x) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;() Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;() The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 133&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle on 34th street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;(x) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;( ) Krippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 146&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Baseketball&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hostel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waiting for Guffman&lt;br /&gt;(x) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;br /&gt;(x) Devils Rejects&lt;br /&gt;(x) Elf&lt;br /&gt;(x) Highlander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mothman Prophecies&lt;br /&gt;(x) American History x&lt;br /&gt;( ) Three&lt;br /&gt;Total so Far: 153&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Jacket&lt;br /&gt;( x) Kung Fu Hustle&lt;br /&gt;( x) Shaolin Soccer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Night Watch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Monsters Inc.&lt;br /&gt;(x) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shaun Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;(x) Willard&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) High Tension&lt;br /&gt;( x) Club Dread&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Hulk&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dawn Of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hook&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;(x) 28 days later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Orgazmo&lt;br /&gt;( ) Phantasm&lt;br /&gt;( ) Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 167&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kill Bill vol 2&lt;br /&gt;() Mortal Kombat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;(x) the Hills Have Eyes&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Last House on the Left&lt;br /&gt;( ) Re-Animator&lt;br /&gt;) Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 173&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 181&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;() The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;() The Matrix Revolutions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Animatrix&lt;br /&gt;() Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;() Evil Dead 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Team America: World Police&lt;br /&gt;(x) Red Dragon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hannibal&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 185&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2629018394070969908?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2629018394070969908/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2629018394070969908' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2629018394070969908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2629018394070969908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/02/185-my-god.html' title='185! My god.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8049837151953105404</id><published>2009-02-10T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:05:26.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I can't resist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8049837151953105404?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8049837151953105404/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8049837151953105404' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8049837151953105404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8049837151953105404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-i-cant-resist.html' title='Cause I can&apos;t resist...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6296086305486205803</id><published>2009-02-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:59:59.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>J'ai oublier d'écrire à propos de la joie infinie qui m'habite cette semaine parce que je vais voir un film 3-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, c'est juste un film 3-D... mais j'y vais avec les 6 personnes que j'aime le plus de la terre a peu près, et je vais voir Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie est belle des fois.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6296086305486205803?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6296086305486205803/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6296086305486205803' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6296086305486205803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6296086305486205803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/02/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-9181894116112507996</id><published>2009-02-01T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:35:17.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.</title><content type='html'>Ouin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis niaiseuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-9181894116112507996?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/9181894116112507996/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=9181894116112507996' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/9181894116112507996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/9181894116112507996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2714491465920103203</id><published>2009-01-21T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:28:10.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnie part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Qu’as-tu fait en 2008 que tu n’avais jamais fait avant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai appris pleins de belles choses sur les relations amoureuses et humaines et j'suis tombée en amour pour vrai pour la première fois. Hooooon. Sinon, trop cool, j'ai peint un mur!.. et une vitrine de magasin! Et j'ai des des Vénus... plein de Vénus. Et j'ai acheté plein de chats. VRAIMENT plein de chats. Ahah j'ai aussi pris du sirop pour la toux trop de fois et j'ai fait de l'art sous l'influence de substance. J'ai appris a peindre aussi. Wow, j'ai fait plein de choses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Est-ce que tu as tenu tes résolutions de l’année passée, et vas-tu en faire pour la nouvelle année ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL, des résolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Est-ce que quelqu’un dans ton entourage a eu un enfant ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwahaha ben, c'est pas vraiment mon entourage... mais mes amis facebook oui! Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Est-ce que quelqu’un dans ton entourage est mort ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toudouce et Liam Gallagher =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Quels pays as-tu visité ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien. Les seuls voyages que j'ai fais étaient dans ma tête et c'était trop de la faute de Jérémie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Qu’aimerais-tu avoir en 2009 que tu n’as pas eu en 2008 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais vraiment pas. Sérieusement, depuis la fin de l'été... j'ai vraiment tout ce que j'avais besoin... AKA juste des vrais amis (ça se compte tellement sur les doigts d'une main... eheh), un amoureux presque parfait, un travail agréable avec des collègues géniaux, j'ai un peu trouvé ma voie... Je sais pas trop ce que j'peux vouloir de plus en 2009. Mais si on parle de biens matériel, j'veux un nouvel ordinateur, plus de linge, un beau collier, une nouvelle montre, peut-etre une télé pour ma chambre, une table lumineuse et mon frigidaire pleins de gateaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Quelles dates de 2008 resteront gravées à jamais dans ta mémoire, et pourquoi ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 février, parce que j'ai tellement laissé Alex ce jour-là!&lt;br /&gt;Le jour ou on a fêter ma fête parce que c'était de la légende ça!&lt;br /&gt;Le dernier Sharp à L'os sur terre parce que c'était malade.&lt;br /&gt;Le 6 septembre, parce que j'ai embrassé Nic pour la première fois.&lt;br /&gt;Le jour ou j'suis allée voir Batman au cinéma la nuit et que j'ai failli me faire frappé en voiture par un gars qui ressemblait TROP au joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Quel a été ton plus grand accomplissement de l’année ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai laissé Alex, et je suis allée un peu plus loin dans mon art... mais y me reste encore beaucoup de chamin avant d'être à moitiée satisfaite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Quel a été ton plus grand échec ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La session Hiver 2008. Ark, j'ai juste passé Philosophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. As-tu souffert d’une maladie ou d’une blessure ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oui, j'étais full malade pendant la session automne et sa a failli me couté ma session =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Quel a été ton meilleur achat ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes Reebok Freestyles NY!... =$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Qui sont les gens dont l’attitude mérite une bonne mention ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah ma crew du EB sont juste tellement gentils a l'infini, y méritent une mention. Sinon, Nico... parce que c'est Nico et juste ça, ça mérite une bonne mention. (Pffft fallait bien que j'te mette, sinon t'allais me dire ''C'EST ÇA! Tu mentionne Steve! Sors dont avec STEVE!'' Ahahahahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Où a été dépensé la plupart de ton argent ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah surement les sorties... et j'suis sure que mainville est d'accord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Pour quoi t’es-tu réellement excité(e) ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah pour Hot Chip, les gateau du broadway cheesecake et pour Nic. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Quelle(s) chanson(s) associeras-tu toujours à 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Cool&lt;/em&gt; de Adam Tensta, &lt;em&gt;Buy You a Drank&lt;/em&gt; de T-Pain, &lt;em&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart&lt;/em&gt; de Bonnie Tyler, &lt;em&gt;Like a Boat on a River&lt;/em&gt; de Brad Paisley, &lt;em&gt;Bust a Move&lt;/em&gt; de Young MC, &lt;em&gt;Living on a Prayer&lt;/em&gt; de Bon Jovi et &lt;em&gt;Snow (Hey Oh)&lt;/em&gt; des Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. En comparaison avec l’année passée à pareille date, es-tu plus ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i. Heureux ?&lt;/strong&gt; Infiniment, c'est même pas comparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ii. Gros ?&lt;/strong&gt; J'crois pas... je maintiens ma corpulence depuis le primaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Qu’est-ce que tu souhaiterais avoir fait de plus ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien, j'suis satisfaite de mon année après tout. C'est sur que j'aurais aimer ne pas sombrer du mauvais coté de la force pendant quelques mois, mais c'était quand même bien drôle ce périple à travers mon coté sombre. Ouh lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Qu’est-ce que tu souhaiterais avoir fait de moins ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boir un peu moins quelques fois... et j'aurais souhaiter NE PAS avoir coucher avec des gens de qui j'étais pas amoureuse. Ouan. Gaffe de jeunesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Comment vas-tu passer Noël ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Es-tu tombé en amour en 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, j'suis tombée sur l'homme de mes rêves, ou presque. Oooh, steve &lt;3. ahahahahahhah ="D"&gt;22. As-tu fait des one-nights ?&lt;br /&gt;Humph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Quelle a été ton émission de télé préférée ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'regardais vraiment beaucoup les Mighty Boosh &lt;3&gt;24. Est-ce que tu as de nouveaux ennemis par rapport à l’année passée ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL oui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Quelle a été ta plus grande découverte musicale ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais vraiment pas. J'ai pas mal écouter de trucs cette année... j'ai du acheter une 50aine de cd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Qu’est-ce que tu as voulu et eu ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De l'amour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Qu’est-ce que tu as voulu et n’a pas eu ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une fortune infini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Quel a été ton film préféré cette année ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Qu’est-ce que tu as fait pour ta fête, quel âge as-tu eu ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu 19 ans... et on a fait la fête intense au saphir. OUF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Quelle est la chose qui aurait pu arriver et rendre cette année encore meilleure ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une richesse infini? Ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Comment décrirais-tu ton concept de mode pour 2008 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Qu’est-ce qui a conservé ta santé mentale ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, fuck all. Sérieusement, je l'ai retouvée moi-même cette santé mentale... mais j'crois que Nicolas m'a aidé pas mal cet été sans nécéssairement s'en rendre compte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Sur quelle célébrité as-tu le plus fantasmé ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miam, Jensen &lt;3&gt;34. De qui t’es-tu ennuyé ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais pas, mais je sais de qui je ne me suis pas ennuyée!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Qui est la meilleure nouvelle rencontre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question niaiseuse: Nicolas. Sinon j'ai été super contente de rencontrer Marty, Frank, Mitch, Julien et Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Quelle est une bonne leçon de vie que tu as apprise en 2008 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai appris que c'était important de se débarasser des gens qu'on aime pas vraiment, que la vie est ce qu'on en fait et j'ai appris a suivre mon coeur. =) CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Quelles paroles de chanson décriraient ton année 2008 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2714491465920103203?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2714491465920103203/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2714491465920103203' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2714491465920103203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2714491465920103203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2009/01/insomnie-part-2.html' title='Insomnie part 2'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5769241753552472881</id><published>2009-01-21T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:46:44.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Je peux pas dormir alors je dessine depuis qu'il est 1h du matin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai fais des trucs sympas... mais le moins pire c'est ce dessin de LADY GAGA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oui Amélie. LADY GAGA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayayaye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SXbg25I28GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UomV2zCq79w/s1600-h/ladygaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293665645676130402" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SXbg25I28GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UomV2zCq79w/s320/ladygaga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5769241753552472881?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5769241753552472881/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5769241753552472881' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6117017117613370094</id><published>2009-01-21T00:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:44:28.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart, your skin, this love I'm in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SXbgWbn76KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/89alvF4Ejr0/s1600-h/nicoeur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293665087997601954" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SXbgWbn76KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/89alvF4Ejr0/s320/nicoeur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je t'aime et c'est tout, le reste on s'en fou-hou-hou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5209335334143386080</id><published>2009-01-03T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:32:54.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a boat on a river...</title><content type='html'>Pour Noel, mon amoureux m'a donné un cadeau inusité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai reçu une étoile pour Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une vraie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous regardez la constellation d'Orion, mon étoile est quelque part dedans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour vrai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime &lt;3 (je sais que t'es fouine et que tu lis!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5209335334143386080?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1601132758423041781</id><published>2008-12-12T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:17:54.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowwww</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you wash in the shower? Mon bedon j'pense.&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Noir et mauve &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Miam, tout le temps... mais ça fait longtemps. =(&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you plan outfits? Pas vraiment&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? LE SESSION EST FINIE!&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red? Un pot de colle blanche lepage.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you say aim or a-i-m? Aim?&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? Wow, j'ai rêver que j'avais finie la session.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you meet anybody new today? Des tonnes de gens... a qui j'reparlerai pu jamais =)&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you craving right now? Nico...&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you floss? Oui, mais pas a tout les jours.&lt;br /&gt;12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Miam salade&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you talked on aim? MSN, là tout de suite.&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you emotional? My god, a l'infini... s'en est rendu drôle.&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you dance to the taco song? Ahah ouiii, avec GIR.&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever counted to 1,000? Belle perte de temps.&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? Liiiche&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like your hair? Ouais quand meme, j'sais pu quoi en faire par contre.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like yourself? Non.&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever met a celebrity? Oui. TOUT LE TEMPS. JEEEET SEEET.&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? C'est trop niiice dans ma lasagne.&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to right now? Read My Mind - The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;23. How many countries have you visited? Le canada?&lt;br /&gt;24. Are your parents strict? Aucunement&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you go sky diving? NON. J'ai peur =(&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Free drinks?&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you throw potatoes at him?Nonnnn, j'vais les manger les patates.&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in? Oui, de la peitnure sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever been in a castle? Ouiii, à québec.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you rent movies often? Toute les semaines.&lt;br /&gt;31. Who sits in behind you in your math class? C'était Sophie!&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you made a prank phone call? AHAH oui, j'ai rick rolled le microplay.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you own a gun? NON&lt;br /&gt;34. Can you count backwards from 74? Oui?&lt;br /&gt;35. Who are you going to be with tonight? Toutou-Batman&lt;br /&gt;36. Brown or white eggs? Byark&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you own something from Hot Topic? À 15 ans j'aurais été heureuse.&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever been on a train? Non =(&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been in love? Infiniement&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a cell-phone? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you too forgiving?Probablement! Mais j'suis gentille =)&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you use chap stick? Oui. Cest un chap stick de batman!&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow? A voit surement l'homme bironique.&lt;br /&gt;44. Can you use chop sticks? Oui et non. Sa marche pour les sushis, mais pas pour le riz.&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever have cream puffs? J'en ai déja fait pis y'étaient bon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? Ouuuui.&lt;br /&gt;47. What was the last question you asked? Pourquoi je t'aime autant Patrick Bateman? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought? Islands - Arms Way&lt;br /&gt;49. Boys or girls? Bah, I don't mind tant que ça.&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your bus number for school? 9&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your hair curly? Vraiment pas ahah&lt;br /&gt;52. Last time you cried? Tantot.&lt;br /&gt;53. Ever walked into a wall? Ahah oui &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;54. Do looks matter? Oui… désolé.&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun? ?????&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you ever slapped someone? FRED &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;57. Favorite time of the year? L'automne.&lt;br /&gt;58. Favorite color? Mauve&lt;br /&gt;59. Are you sarcastic? Un peu.&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you have any tattoos? Oui&lt;br /&gt;61. The last person you held hands with? Nickattack &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you sleep with the TV on? Des fois sa arrive&lt;br /&gt;63. Where was your default picture taken at? Au GYM.&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? Ahah sa dépend des jours.&lt;br /&gt;65. Do you like your life right now? Oui, depuis midi aujourd'hui.&lt;br /&gt;66. How often do you talk on the phone? Tous les jours, ou presque. Je texte souvent, du moins.&lt;br /&gt;67. What is your favorite animal? Koko &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;68. What was the most recent thing you bought? Un souper&lt;br /&gt;69. Do you have good vision? Oui&lt;br /&gt;70. Can you hula hoop? Non =(&lt;br /&gt;71. Could you ever forgive a cheater? Je sais pas, en ce moment j'me dit que oui.. si sa arrivait je sais pas.&lt;br /&gt;72. Do you have a job? Oui, et j'aime sa.&lt;br /&gt;73. Can you handle the truth? Oui oui, mais j'vais mal le prendre secretement.&lt;br /&gt;74. What are you wearing? Veston manche courte, camisole mauve, pantalon propre, bobette de dinosaures.&lt;br /&gt;75. Have you ever crawled through a window? Ahah oui, j'avais oublié mes clés!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1601132758423041781?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1601132758423041781/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1601132758423041781' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1601132758423041781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1601132758423041781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/12/wowwww.html' title='Wowwww'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-839901077117722133</id><published>2008-11-30T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:37:00.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Warhol...</title><content type='html'>JE T'AIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour ceux qui sont pas allé, l'exposition de Warhol était débile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-839901077117722133?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/839901077117722133/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=839901077117722133' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/839901077117722133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/839901077117722133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/andy-warhol.html' title='Andy Warhol...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-635010739656629404</id><published>2008-11-30T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:36:20.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour noel...</title><content type='html'>... je veux:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Faire des pains d'épices ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;- Entendre le moins de chansons de noel possible.&lt;br /&gt;- Recevoir des vêtements. Pleins de vêtements... ou d'argent. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- Je veux de  l'amour à l'infini &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;- Des vacances.&lt;br /&gt;- Des temps libres!&lt;br /&gt;- Sortir au Saphir avec Gen.&lt;br /&gt;- Faire du snow.&lt;br /&gt;- Oooh oui, y me faut des nouveaux pantalons de snow!&lt;br /&gt;- Aller au MACM&lt;br /&gt;- Retourner au MBAM&lt;br /&gt;- Pas voir Le Sapin a des Boules. (Ouin, c'est beau rêver. :) )&lt;br /&gt;- Dormir a l'infini et passé une ou 2 journées en pyjama a regarder des films, ou des séries télé avec un chocolat chaud dans les mains.&lt;br /&gt;- Peindre pour le plaisir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, j'ai hate au vacances. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-635010739656629404?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/635010739656629404/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=635010739656629404' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/635010739656629404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/635010739656629404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/pour-noel.html' title='Pour noel...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8070712801926469621</id><published>2008-11-30T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:32:31.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'suis fif.</title><content type='html'>Ça fait 2 jours que j'lui ai pas parlé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'm'ennuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis vraiment rendue tapette ahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8070712801926469621?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8070712801926469621/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8070712801926469621' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8070712801926469621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8070712801926469621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/jsuis-fif.html' title='J&apos;suis fif.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4257587284807712176</id><published>2008-11-30T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:31:09.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dure fin de session!</title><content type='html'>Nouvelle liste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Collage (2h vendredi PM)&lt;br /&gt;- Film (4h vendredi AM)&lt;br /&gt;- Vénus en platre (2 heuresm, jeudi semaine pro)&lt;br /&gt;- Vénus en ciment (2 heures, jeudi semaine pro)&lt;br /&gt;- Vénus au choix (2 heure jeudi semaine pro)&lt;br /&gt;- Toile (20h, vendredi semaine pro)&lt;br /&gt;- Toile modeles vivants (5h, vendredi semaine pro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apres... CONGÉ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc... 35h to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4257587284807712176?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4257587284807712176/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4257587284807712176' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4257587284807712176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4257587284807712176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/dure-fin-de-session.html' title='Dure fin de session!'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-163158922747894841</id><published>2008-11-16T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:41:07.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUF</title><content type='html'>Hey, sa s'annonce bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai réussi a atteindre tout mes deadlines cette semaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick hen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pis j'me suis rendu compte que j'suis meilleure en dessin que ce que je croyais... j'vais uploader des chose quand j'vais y penser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-163158922747894841?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/163158922747894841/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=163158922747894841' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/163158922747894841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/163158922747894841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/ouf.html' title='OUF'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-330108423695098931</id><published>2008-11-11T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:36:44.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liste.</title><content type='html'>- Continuer toile (Environs 10h cette semaine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- 4 carrés de peinture (Environ 4h, jusqu'à jeudi matin) FAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Travail d'observation (Environ 8h, jusqu'à lundi matin)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FAIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Dessins Langage (2h pile, jusqu'à vendredi apres-midi) FAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Travail de composition visuelle (2h30 environ, jusqu'à vendredi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PM) FAIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Prise de vue (Environ 4h, à faire mercredi prochain) remis a cette semaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dooonc, environ 30h30 (&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;maintenant 10h&lt;/span&gt;) de travail jusqu'à lundi prochain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOO GEEEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-330108423695098931?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/330108423695098931/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=330108423695098931' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/330108423695098931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/330108423695098931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/liste.html' title='Liste.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2759967995850573330</id><published>2008-11-07T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:02:48.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayayaye.</title><content type='html'>Vendredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la pire journée de la semaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sérieusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me leve toujours beaucoup trop tot pour un cours de photo/vidéo ou je ne fais jamais rien.&lt;br /&gt;JAMAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensuite, en après-midi, j'avais habituellement un cours moyennement interessant: Langage Visuel 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais bon, Françoise, la prof, est tombée malade et ne reviendra pas avant la fin de la session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon prof de Photo/Video, Sébastien, la remplace donc dans son cours du vendredi après midi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous m'avez suivit, vous aurez tot fait de comprendre que j'ai donc Sébastien dans 2 cours sifférent le vendredi... pour un total de 7h avec Sébastien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yé beeen gentil. C'est pas sa le probleme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je vous JURE que pendant qu'il expliquait tout a l'heure, une de mes amies a du me réveiller 15 fois... si c'est pas plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que vous m'aimez pour mes exagérations sans limites, mais il n'en ai rien. Je vous jure que j'en rajoute vraiment pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus que 5 semaines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis sérieusement en train de battir une solide amitié avec les boissons énergisantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2759967995850573330?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2759967995850573330/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2759967995850573330' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2759967995850573330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2759967995850573330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/ayayaye.html' title='Ayayaye.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1466821358216943536</id><published>2008-11-07T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:18:31.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip-Hop saved my life</title><content type='html'>J'viens de me rapeller que je voulais faire une creche hip-hop pour noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les amis, on se fait trop une soirée décoration de noel chez moi a la fin de la session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça serait VRAIMENT drôle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On va trop faire une creche hip-hop... pis du bling qui spin avec tupac dessus pour mon sapin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, j'laisse faire le spinner... mais on fait une creche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est sur que t'es partante Bouette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, pis on se fait d'autre soirée ou on cuisine des desserts! C'était l'fuuuun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1466821358216943536?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1466821358216943536/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1466821358216943536' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1466821358216943536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1466821358216943536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/hip-hop-saved-my-life.html' title='Hip-Hop saved my life'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5001617370002404986</id><published>2008-11-07T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:01:36.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahahahahah.</title><content type='html'>My god, j'capotais dont ben cette semaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fait, j'capote encore, mais tout va mieux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premierement, j'ai enfin ma passe d'autobus tarif réduit. &lt;br /&gt;J'ai trop envie de cracher dans la face de la grosse truie =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondo, j'commence a etre un peu moins rushée dans mes travaux.&lt;br /&gt;En fait... ça c'est si apres la job j'fais 5h de travaux ce soir.. et que dimanche, j'en fasse 13.&lt;br /&gt;C'est dans la limite du possible et raisonnable, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersio, j'vous aime FEMME 5. &lt;br /&gt;Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Même, j'vous aime FEMME 6 parce qui faut pas oublier Toffee =). &lt;br /&gt;Y'as pleins de gens que je connais qui ont pas la chance d'avoir 5 meilleures amies toujours là pour elle. &lt;br /&gt;J'vous aime presqu'à l'infini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presque parce que... j'ai vraiment un amoureux fantastique que j'aime a l'infini. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En plus, j'ai une job assez cool avec des collègues vraiment gentils pis un boss vraiment smath et compréhensif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, j'ai une famille agréable... meme si mon frere est casse-pied. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'capotais vraiment pour rien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est quoi des deadlines de fou quand t'aime ton programme d'études quand meme? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis vraiment heureuse finalement... juste stressée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUI. Ça peut m'arrivé à moi aussi... et j'y crois toujours pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: OUPS! J'ai oublié de donné le cadeau de Nic hier! J'ai haaate de lui donné. Ahahahahhahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5001617370002404986?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5001617370002404986/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5001617370002404986' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5001617370002404986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5001617370002404986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahahahahah.html' title='Ahahahahah.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8406206806274050733</id><published>2008-11-04T22:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:23:10.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the kid with the chemicals?</title><content type='html'>J'me sens comme quand j'écoutais du bright eyes dans ma chambre à 15 ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'me vomirais dessus si c'était pas si salissant j'crois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8406206806274050733?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1720514698287217887</id><published>2008-11-04T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:21:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never do change...</title><content type='html'>Ouin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1720514698287217887?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1720514698287217887/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1720514698287217887' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1720514698287217887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1720514698287217887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-things-never-do-change.html' title='Some things never do change...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-788540706110458109</id><published>2008-10-31T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:49:15.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duuuuure vie</title><content type='html'>*Pitche Roches à Caro*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6300140993043325239</id><published>2008-10-28T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:48:43.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do</title><content type='html'>[] Pochade&lt;br /&gt;[] Croquis pour peinture&lt;br /&gt;[] 4 brouillons pour couleur&lt;br /&gt;[] 10h de travail sur la toile&lt;br /&gt;[X] Moule a creux perdu&lt;br /&gt;[X] Photoshoppé projet photo&lt;br /&gt;[] Dessin d'observation 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[] Dessin d'observation 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[] Dessin d'observation 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;[X] Impression Projet Photo&lt;br /&gt;[] Synopsis projet vidéo&lt;br /&gt;[] Filmer projet vidéo&lt;br /&gt;[] Monter projet vidéo&lt;br /&gt;[] Coulée Ciment&lt;br /&gt;[X] Coulée Latex&lt;br /&gt;[] Finir Toile&lt;br /&gt;[] Croquis libre peinture&lt;br /&gt;[X] Remmetre Vénus&lt;br /&gt;[] Rattrapper dernier cours de dessins d'observation&lt;br /&gt;[X] Finir modele vivant.&lt;br /&gt;[] Travailler&lt;br /&gt;[X] Voir Justice&lt;br /&gt;[] Sortir pour l'halloween&lt;br /&gt;[] Aller au cinéma&lt;br /&gt;[X] Voir mon amoureux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Dormir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6300140993043325239?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6300140993043325239/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6300140993043325239' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6300140993043325239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6300140993043325239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-do.html' title='To Do'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5845225737423060953</id><published>2008-10-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:39:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot the Runner</title><content type='html'>Ahah cet été, j'ai oublier que ce que j'aimais le plus au monde était le rock brittanique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, j'dois m'y remmetre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amoureux passe son temps a me dire que j'suis british. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais oui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces temps-ci, j'suis plue avec Kasabian, Kings of Leon, Dirty Pretty Things et... The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah c'est revenu de loin ça, mais j'écoute Sam's Town sur repeat depuis 1 mois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ouin, sa me manquait tout ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, j'écoute aussi pas mal Islands pis du vieu Wolf Parade mais c'est canadien, j'devrais arrêter ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, I see London... I see Sam's Town now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2SSIcG8FH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2SSIcG8FH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5845225737423060953?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5845225737423060953/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5845225737423060953' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5845225737423060953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5845225737423060953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoot-runner.html' title='Shoot the Runner'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2206678338574484398</id><published>2008-10-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:26:55.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Kitsh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you take this without deleting any questions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeh, tu me mets au défi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du love.   Ahah en fait non, c'est que pour le sexe et la gloire éventuelle. QUE POUR ÇA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your worst mistake in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What friend do you tell the most to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Milli et Miss Joelle Campeau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 thoughts you have at this exact moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, j'suis tannée de me moucher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miam, des amandes &lt;3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miam, messemble que je mangerai un bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re walking down the street with your love, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Vers sa voiture, ou on est autours de l'UQAM, ou on reviens du subway bredouille parce qu'on a pas de porte-feuille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s something you really want right now, be honest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrêter de me  moucher?.. ou un bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three feelings at the moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrhumée, amusée, contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand j'étais avec Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anything hurt on your body?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gorge. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to disappoint you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le mec avec qui Caro flirte.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still talk to that person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'y ai jamais parlé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, j'm'en rapelle sérieusement pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto. (riez pas de moi =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah j'suis si faible, j'suis meme pas sure de passé au travers d'une feuille de papier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anybody in jail?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha le chum dela soeur de Joelle est allé y'a pas longtemps. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you at 2:00 this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans mon lit avec Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you copy this from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABO &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you saw them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lundi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How well do you know them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vraiment bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where’s the weirdest place you’ve changed clothes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aucun endroit louche. Eeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, bande de myopes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes amis, ma famille et Nic. Eeeh. Question niaiseuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the cd in your player?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ce moment, dans mon cadran c'est Stadium Arcadium, le premier disque.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything annoying you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon rhume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm… j'm'en rapelle pas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody you’re looking forward to seeing soon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Merde, ça fait 1000 ans que j'ai pas vu les amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in a half hour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep... ou Kirby. Ahahahahah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywhere you’d rather be right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah humm, dans un endroit ou les rhume existe pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going anywhere for the next summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'espere bien allé a Londres pour une durée indéterminée bientot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plans today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormir?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When’s the last time you really loved someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintenant j'crois bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt were you wearing during your last kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeh, un V-Neck Urban Outfitters gris foncé avec des lignes jaunes, vertes et rouges.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2206678338574484398?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2206678338574484398/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2206678338574484398' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2206678338574484398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2206678338574484398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiz-kitsh.html' title='Quiz Kitsh'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-3197010258431377544</id><published>2008-10-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:15:58.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiiiiiiiiiiiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Quel est le pire surnom que t’ai eu ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeh, j'en ai eu pleins des vraiments pas agréables y'a longtemps... mais j'les ai oublié. Par contre... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gege&lt;/span&gt; c'est pas mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Quel est le pire truc qui te soit arrivé ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais pas... quand James Hetfield a jeté mon projet de mi session de Dessin Technique. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Quel est ton pire cauchemar ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon Ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; display: block;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAhfB-nYrrA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAhfB-nYrrA&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Quel est le pire film que tu aies vu ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;C'est de TRES LONG ''Les enfants des morts-vivants''. Je croyais vraiment pas que c'était possible... mais my god, c'était pénible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Quelle est la pire musique que tu aies entendue ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah Her Cruel Lips. Y'a RIEN qui accote ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Qui est ton/ta pire ennemi(e) ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh, j'répondrai pas sur mon blog, mais vous le savez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Quel est l’aliment que tu trouves le plus mauvais ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les chos de porc et les steaks saignant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Et en boisson ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;des poppers cheap de dépanneur et de la bière.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Racontes ta pire engueulade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'crois que c'est le jour ou j'ai fugué. Ahahahah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Quelles furent tes pires vacances ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En secondaire 3, j'ai passé l'été au complet a fait l'hermitte dans ma chambre... à jouer à Zelda (Ocarina of Time pour les curieux) pis a dessiner dans le noir. Ish, période sombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Racontes ta pire honte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai eu honte si souvent que j'm'en rapelle pu vraiment... mais un jour en 5e année, une de mes amies m'avait dit que j'serais pas game de chanter su Infini-T devant ma classe. Tu sais que j'suis game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Quel est la pire menterie que tu aies inventée ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je m'apelle Nathan Dumas. Je suis pro en surf, en skate et en snow, j'habite en cali pis à rosemere pis mon frere a déja fourrer un chien. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Et la pire tenue que tu aies portée ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, le look punkette était trop quelque chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Quel est pour toi le pire prénom ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah c'est pas un nom, mais plutôt un nom complet... Chris Fourla. MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Quel est l’âge que tu trouves le pire à passer ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, l'adolescence c'était rough quand même.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Quel est le pire cadeau que tu aies reçu ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN LIVRE.... UN FOUTU LIVRE. Pis des tonnes de bourriquets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Quelle a été ta pire colère ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah en secondaire 5 j'était tellement fachée contre quelqu'un que j'ai salement amoché un projet d'art plastique et j'avais vraiment l'air psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Quelle est ta pire rupture ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'en ai qu'une seule... mais quelle rupture ce fut!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Quelle est la pire insulte que tu aies reçue ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ahah le jour ou le dude nous a insulté moi et sophie dans la rue. Come on. On est pas SI laide que ça quand meme =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Et la pire que tu aies dite ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, je sais pas. J'ai du en dire des pas pires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3197010258431377544?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3197010258431377544/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=3197010258431377544' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3197010258431377544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3197010258431377544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiiiiiiiiiiiz.html' title='Quiiiiiiiiiiiz'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7478538179053339843</id><published>2008-09-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:28:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is love.</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est fou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça me fais peur un peu... mais c'est si agréable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je suis amoureuse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me sens bien &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pour vrai&lt;/span&gt; avec quelqu'un pour la premiere fois.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7478538179053339843?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7478538179053339843/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7478538179053339843' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7478538179053339843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7478538179053339843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-love.html' title='This is love.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-3789546637068866327</id><published>2008-09-12T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:25:48.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart, your skin, this love I'm in.</title><content type='html'>C'TROP COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis vraiment contente cette semaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais pas ce qu'on est... ni ce qu'on va être... mais j'suis bien en ce moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis beaucoup trop bien avec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est beau et agréable. Ouh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinon, ark, j'suis trop fachée.&lt;br /&gt;Ça prend vraiment un gros crisse de cave pour ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ark. Crosseur. Ark. Ark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3789546637068866327?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3789546637068866327/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=3789546637068866327' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3789546637068866327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3789546637068866327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-heart-your-skin-this-love-im-in.html' title='My heart, your skin, this love I&apos;m in.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8945757983888292025</id><published>2008-07-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:00:20.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash Munny Millionnaire, BITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vinylabuse.com/wp-content/uploads/cactus_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.vinylabuse.com/wp-content/uploads/cactus_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouan, j'aime Kidrobot tout plein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'vais m'acheter un Sabochan (Rose)et un Bastardino (chien) la semaine prochaine dans la petite galerie d'art biiien nice du Vieux-Port (Voulez venir?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, j'dois allé chez Off The Hook (Un nouveau morceau de linge, SVP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'songe à m'acheter une montre Nooka bien cool aussi. Celle que je veux fait pas mal Teki Latex par contre, alors j'vais peut-être en prendre une autre... bref!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En plus, faut que j'passe au Camion de Pompier. J'veux tellement trop m'acheter de Toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut ausi que j'm'achete des Munnys et des Mini Munnys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOYE les annonces de la gaspésie sont drôle. Laurence Jalbert abuse. ''J'ai l'impression qu'on meurt chaque soir, et qu'on renait avec la naissance du jour.'' BEN OUI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8945757983888292025?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8945757983888292025/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8945757983888292025' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8945757983888292025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8945757983888292025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/07/cash-munny-millionnaire-bitch.html' title='Cash Munny Millionnaire, BITCH.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-328200439514545670</id><published>2008-07-31T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:10:31.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever people say I am... that's what I'm not.</title><content type='html'>Wow, je l'écoutais ENCORE tantôt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est un bon album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turner, je t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les paroles sont tellement parfaite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui j'vous laisse sur Fake Tales of San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(si t'es paresseux, la chanson parle d'un show d'un groupe terrible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePg1tbia9Bg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePg1tbia9Bg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Tales of San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Echo through the room&lt;br /&gt;More point to a wedding disco&lt;br /&gt;Without a bride or groom&lt;br /&gt;There's a super cool band yeah&lt;br /&gt;With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine&lt;br /&gt;And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets&lt;br /&gt;Practicing their lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;(Kick me out, kick me out)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear, you know&lt;br /&gt;(Kick me out, kick me out)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;(Kick me out, kick me out)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake Tales of San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Echo through the air&lt;br /&gt;And there's a few bored faces in the back&lt;br /&gt;All wishing they weren't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And as the microphone squeaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A young girl's telephone beeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah she's dashing for the exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she's running to the streets outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The band were fucking wanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm not having a nice time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though&lt;br /&gt;So all that's left&lt;br /&gt;Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know the distance&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure that's far&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sure it's pretty far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'd love to tell you all of my problem&lt;br /&gt;You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham&lt;br /&gt;So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-328200439514545670?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/328200439514545670/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6318265673403683708</id><published>2008-07-31T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:02:23.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel sad about letting you go, I just feel sad about letting you know.</title><content type='html'>Ouin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça ressemble à ça dans le fond... mais aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi ça me fait autant de quoi!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6318265673403683708?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6318265673403683708/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6318265673403683708' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6318265673403683708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6318265673403683708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-feel-sad-about-letting-you-go-i.html' title='I don&apos;t feel sad about letting you go, I just feel sad about letting you know.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6126044632516852990</id><published>2008-07-30T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:25:16.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that just to start with... I'm not angry, I'm just disapointed...</title><content type='html'>Ouin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'feel pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a quel age déjà?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces temps-ci j'me le demande bien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6126044632516852990?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6126044632516852990/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6126044632516852990' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6126044632516852990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6126044632516852990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-that-just-to-start-with-im-not.html' title='Now that just to start with... I&apos;m not angry, I&apos;m just disapointed...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1268636705790209801</id><published>2008-07-03T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:58:34.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a bad feeling about this.</title><content type='html'>Ouan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pis j'ai un saaaaaaaaaaale coup de soleil aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'crois sérieusement que mon décoleté est brulé au second degré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1268636705790209801?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1268636705790209801/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1268636705790209801' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1268636705790209801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1268636705790209801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-got-bad-feeling-about-this.html' title='I&apos;ve got a bad feeling about this.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4837406717972427669</id><published>2008-06-27T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:50:28.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can pour your heart out around 3 o'clock when the 2 for 1's undone the writer's block.</title><content type='html'>Ahah My god.&lt;br /&gt;J'suis tellement niaiseuse quand je veux.&lt;br /&gt;Les nuits saphiques, les drinks gratuits et les SMS c'est vraiment le pire mix sur terre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'me demande bien ce qu'il va me dire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y va surement en rire, mais rester gentil j'imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah ouais, j'ai hate de voir si il va m'en parler.&lt;br /&gt;Mais bon, peu importe, c'pas vraiment grave.&lt;br /&gt;C'pas comme si c'était l'homme de ma vie ou whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'sais même pas pourquoi j'lui ai écrit à lui. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis drôle... mais faudrait vraiment que j'arrête de faire ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she won't be surprised and she won't be shocked&lt;br /&gt;When she's pressed the star after she's pressed unlock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there's verse and chapter sat in her inbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all that it says is that you've drank a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should bear that in mind tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can pour your heart out but her reasoning will block&lt;br /&gt;Owt you send her after nine o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GF978AgLyaY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GF978AgLyaY&amp;amp;hl=en" 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href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-can-pour-your-heart-out-around-3.html' title='You can pour your heart out around 3 o&apos;clock when the 2 for 1&apos;s undone the writer&apos;s block.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2938913243361315267</id><published>2008-05-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:52:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...but I crumble completely when you cry.</title><content type='html'>Cette chanson là me fait toujours un effet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les paroles sont un peu vagues... mais ça me fait penser à quelqu'un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'ouais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sérieusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'l'adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surtout à partir de ''But I crumble completely when you cry...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'pleure pas quand je l'écoute, mais j'la feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_97pgQdhVI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_97pgQdhVI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2938913243361315267?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2938913243361315267/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2938913243361315267' 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trop hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que sa fait 2 post de suite que je parle d'eux... mais c'est trop bon pour que j'passe à coté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JE L'AIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: solid solid none; border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23PkA3G6NL8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23PkA3G6NL8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=659412&amp;amp;speed=4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="181" width="318"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_last_shadow_puppets/my_mistakes_were_made_for_you.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Mistakes Were Made For You lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8793679898688658623?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8793679898688658623/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8793679898688658623' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.nme.com/images/08220_110531_alexturnermilesAW_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis tellement contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du nouveau Alex Turner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieu Merci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://clg2.wordpress.com/2008/04/21/comment-plaire-a-gen-1/"&gt;*version mieux écrite décrivant mieux de duo fou *&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGV8xCkpXjE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGV8xCkpXjE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Shadow Puppet - The Age of the Understatement&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/6409166512233474530-9110471744717978589?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/9110471744717978589/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=9110471744717978589' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/9110471744717978589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/9110471744717978589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/derniers-pantins-de-lombre.html' title='Derniers Pantins de l&apos;Ombre'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6103131720890437202</id><published>2008-04-27T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:53:46.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sixseven.org/skins/3/pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6103131720890437202?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6103131720890437202/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6103131720890437202' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6103131720890437202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6103131720890437202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/quand-jupdate-jfais-des-updates-de-20.html' title=''/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5981927760380443811</id><published>2008-04-27T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:12:16.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma prof de maternelle l'a dit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SBVOPQpeoAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EWX9zP4y3rg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194143769315680258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SBVOPQpeoAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EWX9zP4y3rg/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'est drôle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma maman me parlait de ce qui arrivait avec mes cousins et leur choix de carrière et elle me demande:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHantal: Toi, tu sais ce que tu veux faire maintenant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moi: Non, mais je sais que peu importe, j'vais réussir dans ma vie et j'vais aller loin. *Air Fendant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHantal: Ouais, ça tout le monde me l'a toujours dit. Ta prof de maternelle me l'a dit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moi: A t'a dit quoi?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHantal: Ben à ma dit que t'allais aller loin dans la vie parce que t'étais pas comme tout les autres enfants de sa classe. Pis aussi parce que t'étais la plus gentille et sympatique, et la plus ouverte et talentueuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moi: Oh, je l'ai toujours su ça. Ahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHantal: Tout tes profs me l'ont dit après aussi. Ben... pas Lacombe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Moi: Ish, ça m'aurait étonné ça! En tout cas, tu vas voir, vous allez être ben fiers un jour parce que j'vais tellement allé loin là! Je sais juste pas dans quel domaine... mais ça va arriver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHantal: Le contraire nous étonnerait&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je sais que ça peut sembler ridiculement ambitieux et prétentieux, mais j'crois à ça pour vrai. J'vais changer le monde à ma façon un jour. C'est évident. Je sais juste pas comment. J'ai du potentiel comme c'pas possible... mais j'avoue que j'devrais arrêter de larver et de blogger et commencer à exercer mon potentiel fou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5981927760380443811?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5981927760380443811/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5981927760380443811' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5981927760380443811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5981927760380443811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/ma-prof-de-maternelle-la-dit.html' title='Ma prof de maternelle l&apos;a dit...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/SBVOPQpeoAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/EWX9zP4y3rg/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7390066297661264046</id><published>2008-04-27T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:00:00.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pauvreté'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogueurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Papa Me Fourre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tGzD7s0QRSk/R3C1--mzxKI/AAAAAAAAACU/WpsRRgZPCfU/S660/banderolle"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tGzD7s0QRSk/R3C1--mzxKI/AAAAAAAAACU/WpsRRgZPCfU/S660/banderolle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je lis souvent le Blog de &lt;a href="http://papamefourre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simon Je-Sais-Pas-Quoi&lt;/a&gt; et j'ai vraiment envie d'avoir une tablette de dessin sur mon ordinateur aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi, j'veux photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelqu'un en a une version piratée à me donner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7390066297661264046?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7390066297661264046/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7390066297661264046' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7390066297661264046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7390066297661264046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/papa-me-fourre.html' title='Papa Me Fourre'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tGzD7s0QRSk/R3C1--mzxKI/AAAAAAAAACU/WpsRRgZPCfU/s72-c/banderolle' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1423296102485456405</id><published>2008-04-27T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:55:11.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drôle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cliché Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Cliché Hot!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/1599649474_b544221c7b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 153px;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/1599649474_b544221c7b_o.jpg" border="0" height="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah j'vous met tellement au défi de comprendre tout ce qu'ils disent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'ai pas réussi. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFSkCxNw_ew&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFSkCxNw_ew&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliché Hot - Radio Radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1423296102485456405?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1423296102485456405/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1423296102485456405' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1423296102485456405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1423296102485456405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/clich-hot.html' title='Cliché Hot!?'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2373354070946249152</id><published>2008-04-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:49:53.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déprime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superficialité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pauvreté'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sneakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vêtements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunettes'/><title type='text'>Des cupcakes et des vêtements? Ça fait pas un peu Sex &amp; the City?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-233.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v234/111/45/663915233/n663915233_2843828_5054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 462px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos-233.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v234/111/45/663915233/n663915233_2843828_5054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'déprime vraiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même les plus beaux cupcakes du Canadiens ne m'aident pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai vraiment besoin de dépenser dans des trucs totalement futiles.&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait plus d'un mois que j'ai aucuns revenus et aucune dépenses folles.&lt;br /&gt;J'suis pas tant matérialiste je crois... mais en même temps, j'veux des vêtements.&lt;br /&gt;J'veux des chaussures.&lt;br /&gt;J'veux d'autres vêtements pour matcher ces chaussures.&lt;br /&gt;J'veux des lunettes pour aller avec tout ça.&lt;br /&gt;Et surtout, j'veux un sac à main.&lt;br /&gt;Et un nouveau cellulaire.&lt;br /&gt;Et un nouveau Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'veux assez d'argent pour faire des folie, genre un week-end avec des amies à New York ou à Québec... ou n'importe où elles voudront aller puisque je sais que peu importe ce qu'on fait, c'est toujours mythique. J'crois que même Trois-Rivières serait fou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, vous voyez comme j'me torture?&lt;br /&gt;J'm'imagine touuut ce que j'pourrais m'acheter, sachant que jamais j'pourrai me payer quoi que ce soit. J'en reviens pas comme c'est long un mois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être que je devrais capituler et me pogner une job dans un camp de jour?&lt;br /&gt;Ou peut-être que je devrais accepter d'aller dans une pharmacie ou une épicerie (No Offense Sweethearts).&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant, je sais très bien que je ferais une job de marde dans ces millieu là.&lt;br /&gt;C'est simple, j'peux tu juste redevenir une vendeuse?&lt;br /&gt;J'suis sacrément bonne là-dedans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au pire, même Fruits et Passion me ferait énormément plaisir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fait, elles m'aiment beaucoup là-bas mais y'avais pas de place libre. Elles m'ont dit que peut-être cet été... ouf, j'espère bien. J'étais excellente là-bas. Assez pour qu'elles s'ent rapellent 2 ans plus tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2373354070946249152?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2373354070946249152/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2373354070946249152' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2373354070946249152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2373354070946249152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/des-cupcakes-et-des-vtements-fait-pas.html' title='Des cupcakes et des vêtements? Ça fait pas un peu Sex &amp; the City?'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8018956848118072630</id><published>2008-04-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:42:09.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déprime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nike Dunks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pauvreté'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Make it rain for them (japanese) shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Osaka-Dunk--5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Osaka-Dunk--5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'en peut pu de pas avoir de travail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'me sent larve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'impression de rien faire de ma vie avec mes 9h de cours par semaine et mon chomage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça me rend dingue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ce qui me rend le plus dingue, c'est que Nike sortent des dunk fou et que je les veux tous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fait, J'veux surtout les:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Tokyo-Dunk-giant-Panda-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Tokyo-Dunk-giant-Panda-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike Dunk High Tokyo, tsé, celle qui rend homage à Ling Ling, le panda géant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Nagoya-Dunk-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Nagoya-Dunk-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike Dunk High de Nagoya qui est dorée, comme le dauphin qui représente cette ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Osaka-Dunk--2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/Osaka-Dunk--2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Nike Dunk High d'Osaka sont super mignon aussi. Y'a un petit octopus dessus et ils sont bleu et blanc et rouge et y'a des rayures super mignonnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça me tue tout ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allez, engagez moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou donnez-moi de l'argent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapellez-vous tout ce temps que je vous ai donné bénévolement toute ces années.&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'crois que j'suis assez géniale pour mériter une rémunération.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et surtout, j'ai pas le moral alors j'ai besoin de ces Tokyo et Nagoya.&lt;br /&gt;You know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8018956848118072630?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8018956848118072630/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8018956848118072630' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8018956848118072630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8018956848118072630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-it-rain-for-them-japanese-shoes.html' title='Make it rain for them (japanese) shoes.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u170/glltn/2008-04/th_Osaka-Dunk--5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6165397965907857141</id><published>2008-04-05T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:49:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post pour Rollin'</title><content type='html'>La team de Kingdom Heart sortent un nouveau jeux ''bientôt''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça s'apelle ''The World Ends With You''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça a l'air cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce l'est surement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seul hic. Ce jeu ne sera disponible que sur la Nintendo DS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6165397965907857141?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6165397965907857141/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6165397965907857141' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6165397965907857141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6165397965907857141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/04/meloncolie-and-infinite-sadness.html' title='Post pour Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5820537103942754652</id><published>2008-03-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:32:25.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm made of Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Woh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;J'viens de faire un test ''What does your birthdate reveal about you'' sur FaceBook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Étonnamment, ça fite assez bien. Jugez en par vous même.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;You are a flurry of emotions, and most people like you that way. Your mood generally influences people around you and you are best when you are happy. When you get in a dark mood, its hard to get you out of it. It's sometimes hard for you to be happy, and your sadness can be infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Strenght:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Your Warm Hearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Weakness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble controlling my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La seule chose, c'est que la personne avec qui FaceBook m'a matché... c'est mon ex... ou un des amis de mon petit frère.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6409166512233474530-5820537103942754652?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5820537103942754652/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5820537103942754652' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5820537103942754652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5820537103942754652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-made-of-sunshine.html' title='I&apos;m made of Sunshine.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4426181888263613403</id><published>2008-03-10T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:09:32.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je comprend pas...</title><content type='html'>Timbaland là... yé gros ou pas finalement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sérieusement, quand y porte un chandail, y'a l'air gros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais quand y'en porte pas... on dirait qu'on a rajouter sa tête sur un corps étrangement trop musclé. Moi j'y crois pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinon, ahah Elavator est un peu trop catchy. J'commence à croire que Flo-Rida est pas si mal. Moi qui croyait que Low était juste bien à cause de T-Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's stuck in my ela ela elavator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais, Scream avec Keri Hilson (Qui est seulement connue pour ses colabs avec Timbo?) et Nicole Schwerzinger (est-ce que je l'ai écrit comme il faut?) me fait tellement rire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut dire que les cagoule dans le clip aident pas. Mais... voilà les meilleur bout de cette chanson fantastique:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I have some of your cookies, can I have some of your pie. &lt;/strong&gt;(Miam miam, du dessert &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you’re the designated driver, yeah I’m not afraid, ‘cause I’m a rider. &lt;/strong&gt;(C'est bien d'avoir un chauffeur désigné. C'est responsable ça.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love your place, cause I can hear the echo when you make me ahh.&lt;/strong&gt; (Ça a l'air grand et vide chez Timbaland. Sinon... j'ai rien à rajouter... hmm... c'est à essayer? Mais la seule place avec de l'écho que je connais, c'est... en plein air?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the car, at the party [...] In your room, on the rooftop. &lt;/strong&gt;(Oooh, c'est de là que sa vient l'echo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Schwerzinger aime beaucoup le sexe. Ouin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4426181888263613403?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4426181888263613403/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4426181888263613403' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4426181888263613403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4426181888263613403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/je-comprend-pas.html' title='Je comprend pas...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8926944671817389747</id><published>2008-03-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:44:42.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slaaaaave.</title><content type='html'>Woh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'vois que j'ai plein de choses à faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai de la peinture à faire, du dessin. (J'en parle pas en tant que passe temps... mais en tant que taches... parce que c'est vrai qu'il faut que j'en fasse. Tsé, c'est comme un skieur qui veut se faire sponsorisé. Si j'veux arrivé à quelque chose, faut que j'travaille sur mon art. Ahah. Mon Art. J'en parle comme si c'était interessant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai une entrevue à préparer. L'entrevue se fera pas tout seul, malheureusement. J'aime quand les trucs se font d'eux-même.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut que j'prenne ma douche aussi... mais le confort de mes couvertures et de mon pyjama me font hésiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai un livre à lire.&lt;br /&gt;Oui, j'ai lu touuuute la semaine. (J'ai lu 2 livres pendant la relache.)&lt;br /&gt;Mais... le hic, c'est que j'ai pas lu ce que je devais lire.&lt;br /&gt;Tout est plus intéressant que ce que je DOIS faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'devais faire un Munny pour vendredi... mais je l'ai pas finit. J'crois pas le finir non plus. J'avais fait un plan génial pourtant. À l'échelle et tout... mais le projet m'excite pu vraiment. J'ai la tête à trop d'autres choses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis réveillée depuis 7h ce matin... il est 11h. J'ai réussi quand même à absolument rien faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oui. J'ai fini la salade de fruit de ma grand-mère. Merci Grand-Maman, c'était booon &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allé! Donnez moi la motivation. J'en manque un peu ces temps-ci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8926944671817389747?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8926944671817389747/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8926944671817389747' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8926944671817389747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8926944671817389747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-slaaaaave.html' title='I&apos;m a slaaaaave.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2782192043316609178</id><published>2008-03-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:37:12.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoop Dogg et sa meute?</title><content type='html'>Ouais, vraiment, ya plein de belles télé réalités.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2782192043316609178?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2782192043316609178/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2782192043316609178' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2782192043316609178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2782192043316609178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/snoop-dogg-et-sa-meute.html' title='Snoop Dogg et sa meute?'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7366242762796725039</id><published>2008-03-10T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:36:25.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Démon.</title><content type='html'>La télé va me tuer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'vous le dit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Séries + c'est tellement de démon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupides séries trop interessantes pour me faire sortir de mon lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'suis vraiment rendue paresseuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie m'offre plein de belles oportunités, mais... série + m'offre plein de belles séries télés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les amis, j'suis down pour faire n'importe quoi! Sauvez-moi de la télé avant que j'pese 300 livres et que j'me bourre de crottes de fromages... il n'est peut-être pas trop tard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7366242762796725039?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7366242762796725039/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7366242762796725039' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7366242762796725039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7366242762796725039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/le-dmon.html' title='Le Démon.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-6125597095881513900</id><published>2008-03-10T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:25:54.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secret</title><content type='html'>J'ai besoin de parler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Même pas, juste besoin d'écrire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais l'idée que n'importe qui peut lire ce qui se passe dans ma tête me met mal à l'aise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'crois que j'vais me faire un journal intime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'vois pas trop ce que ça pourrait m'amener... peut-être qu'en me relisant, j'comprendrais quelques trucs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-6125597095881513900?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/6125597095881513900/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=6125597095881513900' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6125597095881513900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/6125597095881513900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/dirty-little-secret.html' title='Dirty Little Secret'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8558551399271918052</id><published>2008-03-07T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:27:44.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin Kensrue</title><content type='html'>J'suis vraiment en retard... mais c'est fou comme l'album de Dustin Kensrue (Oui, le chanteur de Thrice) est bon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du folk rock si bon. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On se demande vraiment pas pourquoi il est souvent comparé à Johnny Cash.&lt;br /&gt;Loin de Thrice, mais tout aussi bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc, ça c'est ma préférée de l'album. Elle s'apelle Please Come Home et j'l'aime tant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eb1x7IQM2PM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eb1x7IQM2PM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Celle là, elle est live et y'a pas le petit beat de drum sympa en arrière... mais elle reste géniale. Je t'aime, tu sais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8558551399271918052?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8558551399271918052/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8558551399271918052' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8558551399271918052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8558551399271918052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/dustin-kensrue.html' title='Dustin Kensrue'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-5402011643522670476</id><published>2008-03-07T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:39:11.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonne fête... à moi.</title><content type='html'>C'est ma fête bientôt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'prévoit faire des trucs dingues avec des gens géniaux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai 3 ou 4 nuits à ma disposition et je compte bien les utiliser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-5402011643522670476?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/5402011643522670476/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=5402011643522670476' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5402011643522670476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/5402011643522670476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/bonne-fte-moi.html' title='Bonne fête... à moi.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7997939309569352195</id><published>2008-03-07T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:59:56.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai dont une vie folle</title><content type='html'>Ouais, j'suis pas très assidue ces temps-ci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est qu'il se passe tant de choses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des choses supers comme des choses... moins super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais envie de raconter ma semaine de vacance, mais j'crois que ça va aller dans la rubrique ''Sorties'' du blog de CLG2. J'vais mettre les mots les plus salaces que j'connais, juste pour être certaine qu'on ait des visites. Ça me fait capoter comme les gens tape des choses dingues sur google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinon, apart d'avoir une vie de fou le soir et la nuit, j'ai une vie ben normale et plate le jour. En fait, j'ai regardé plein de reprises se Supernatural en VF à Z Télé... j'ai regarder CSI: New York, Deadzone, Berlin Berlin, Victimes du Passé et Whistler. Et ce, à peu près tout les jours. J'ai même regardé High School Musical 2 avec mon frère. Tsé, Carl... celui qui écoute à peu pres juste du métal là.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mangé 3 bouchées d'un souper au Baton Rouge aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai chiallé pas mal sur pas grand chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai fait une gaffe de SMS au saphir. DAMN FREE DRINKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais surtout, j'ai eu du plaisir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malheureusement, j'ai aucune histoire salace ou d'aventures vraiment pas glorieuse cette semaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'y travaille pour le week-end prochain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7997939309569352195?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7997939309569352195/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7997939309569352195' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7997939309569352195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7997939309569352195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouais-jsuis-pas-trs-assidue-ces-temps.html' title='J&apos;ai dont une vie folle'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7649336880883072094</id><published>2008-02-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:21:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouin ben..</title><content type='html'>Je suis trop ci... pas assez ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'pourrais faire plus de ça... mais j'devrait en faire moins des fois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'dur de maintenir une confiance en soi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je détestes me remmettre en question, mais je le fais sans arret. Aaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist in the ambulance, c'est moi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7649336880883072094?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7649336880883072094/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7649336880883072094' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7649336880883072094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7649336880883072094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/02/ouin-ben.html' title='Ouin ben..'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-1342001183938737780</id><published>2008-02-19T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:13:20.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Artist in the Ambulance</title><content type='html'>C'est moi ça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-1342001183938737780?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/1342001183938737780/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=1342001183938737780' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1342001183938737780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/1342001183938737780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/02/artist-in-ambulance.html' title='the Artist in the Ambulance'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7978642707476403599</id><published>2008-02-03T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:39:32.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''You and I are gonna live forever.''</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6aicNgocZI/AAAAAAAAADs/cLJ993VJAiA/s1600-h/oasis-147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162992628373418386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6aicNgocZI/AAAAAAAAADs/cLJ993VJAiA/s320/oasis-147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que j'ai passé les derniers six moi à leur cracher desssus. (Oh, c'est juste de l'orgeuil tout ça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais bon... ya des choses qui ''poussent sur toi'', comme dirait &lt;em&gt;pagette&lt;/em&gt;. (De l'anglais ''Grows on you'').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Étonnemment, &lt;em&gt;Oasis&lt;/em&gt; a finit par pousser sur moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon, je n'avouerais pas une telle chose si j'avais pas de raison de l'avouer... donc tout ça sert d'intro à mon post qui parle de leur chansons ''Live Forever''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pu4Qw23ZRW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pu4Qw23ZRW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cette chansons me fait sentir toute chose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Je sais pas... en tant que jeune indécise incomprise qui aime la vie et qui veux rester jeune à jamais, ça me parle?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au pire, ça c'est mon interpretation... je vous laisse tirer vos propres conclusions, et c'est pourquoi j'vous laisse les paroles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I dont really want to know&lt;br /&gt;How your garden grows&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately did you ever feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;As it soaks it to the bone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;I want to live&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to breath&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just dont believe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe youre the same as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I will never be&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I want to be&lt;br /&gt;But now is not the time to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now's the time to find out why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think you're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they'll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're gonna live forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7978642707476403599?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7978642707476403599/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7978642707476403599' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7978642707476403599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7978642707476403599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-and-i-are-gonna-live-forever.html' title='&apos;&apos;You and I are gonna live forever.&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6aicNgocZI/AAAAAAAAADs/cLJ993VJAiA/s72-c/oasis-147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4934163857871215674</id><published>2008-02-03T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:24:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6ahcNgocYI/AAAAAAAAADk/t3N8639taz8/s1600-h/cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162991528861790594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6ahcNgocYI/AAAAAAAAADk/t3N8639taz8/s320/cooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'en ai marre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je me permet donc de paraphraser Alice Cooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;''No more Mister Nice Guy.''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je t'aime Alice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4934163857871215674?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4934163857871215674/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4934163857871215674' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4934163857871215674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4934163857871215674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/02/aaaaaaah.html' title='Aaaaaaah.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6ahcNgocYI/AAAAAAAAADk/t3N8639taz8/s72-c/cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-87010447742806455</id><published>2008-01-31T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:34:37.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be ready for the floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6KTO9gocXI/AAAAAAAAADc/v-RM6qtqGa4/s1600-h/hot+chip.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161850008158892402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6KTO9gocXI/AAAAAAAAADc/v-RM6qtqGa4/s320/hot+chip.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vous vous prosternez pas déjà devant le génie de Hot Chip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'attendez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ils viennent en avril et j'ai besoin d'un/une partenaire pour cette soirée folle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-87010447742806455?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/87010447742806455/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=87010447742806455' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/87010447742806455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/87010447742806455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-ready-for-floor.html' title='Be ready for the floor.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R6KTO9gocXI/AAAAAAAAADc/v-RM6qtqGa4/s72-c/hot+chip.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2412405098276228815</id><published>2008-01-25T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:26:05.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ready for the floor!</title><content type='html'>Premierement, reste en paix Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi j'en parle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parce que j'adore le nouveau Hot Chip et que le chanteur est déguisé en Joker dans leur nouveaux clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You're my #1 guy &lt;3''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AW94AEmzFhQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2412405098276228815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-ready-for-floor.html' title='I am ready for the floor!'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-3378924439068464585</id><published>2008-01-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:49:30.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayooooye.</title><content type='html'>J'suis allée voir Cobra Starship tantot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au début j'y allais parce que j'avais rien a faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'était tellement un bon spectacle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'était débile!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinon... oh mon dieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-3378924439068464585?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/3378924439068464585/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=3378924439068464585' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3378924439068464585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/3378924439068464585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayooooye.html' title='Ayooooye.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4344315344151309900</id><published>2008-01-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:19:56.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Old Gregg</title><content type='html'>Ayoye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait 5 jours que j'ai Love Games dans la tête.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je capote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah au pire, j'l'aime pareille cette chanson... mais ahah ça fait que j'passe mon temps a rire dans ma tête.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand j'suis toute seule, j'dis a voix haute ''I'M OLD GREGG!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je capote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'vous hais les Boosh.&lt;br /&gt;(Vous savez que c'est faux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4344315344151309900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4344315344151309900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-old-gregg.html' title='I&apos;m Old Gregg'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-7435639765299328125</id><published>2008-01-22T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:03:34.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'suis un peu kitsh... mais...</title><content type='html'>Je sais que j'suis un peu kitsh... mais selon moi y'a des choses qui vieillissent jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou je veux en venir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime vraiment beaucoup Frank Sinatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Something Stupid'', qui est un duo avec sa fille Nancy, est tout simplement magnifique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça me rapelle quand j'étais plus jeune et que mon père la chantait à ma mère. C'était vraiment cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1l0uU7AgQks&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1l0uU7AgQks&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I stand in line&lt;br /&gt;Until you think you have the time&lt;br /&gt;To spend an evening with me&lt;br /&gt;And if we go someplace to dance&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a chance&lt;br /&gt;You won't be leaving with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place&lt;br /&gt;And have a drink or two&lt;br /&gt;And then I go and spoil it all&lt;br /&gt;By saying something stupid&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That you despise the same old lines&lt;br /&gt;You heard the night before&lt;br /&gt;And though it's just a line to you&lt;br /&gt;For me it's true&lt;br /&gt;And never seemed so right before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice every day to find some clever lines to say&lt;br /&gt;To make the meaning come through&lt;br /&gt;But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late&lt;br /&gt;And I'm alone with you&lt;br /&gt;The time is right&lt;br /&gt;Your perfume fills my head&lt;br /&gt;The stars get red&lt;br /&gt;And oh the night's so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I go and spoil it all&lt;br /&gt;By saying something stupid&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-7435639765299328125?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/7435639765299328125/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=7435639765299328125' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7435639765299328125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/7435639765299328125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/jsuis-un-peu-kitsh-mais.html' title='J&apos;suis un peu kitsh... mais...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-240489801281530796</id><published>2008-01-16T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:19:15.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince Noir, Rock and Roll Star.</title><content type='html'>Hmm... ahah j'aime tellement cette icone.&lt;br /&gt;J'vais la mettre partout maintenant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R4796JJqL2I/AAAAAAAAADM/xMQsKGL9wYk/s1600-h/vince.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 100px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R4796JJqL2I/AAAAAAAAADM/xMQsKGL9wYk/s200/vince.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156337798716469090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fait-il?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il se la joue Mick Jagger, évidement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, welcome to the show. My name is Howard Moon, and this, is Vince Noir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince: &lt;/span&gt;Alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard: &lt;/span&gt;This week, we'll be talking the subject of heroes. What is a heroe? Who is a heroe? Am I a heroe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince: &lt;/span&gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard:&lt;/span&gt; This is a question we'll be talking in the show. Can anyone really be a heroe anymore in our world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince:&lt;/span&gt; Mick Jagger, easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard:&lt;/span&gt; I'm talking about real heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince: &lt;/span&gt;He's a real heroe! He's a monkey genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard:&lt;/span&gt; I'm talking about real heroes, like Livingston you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince:&lt;/span&gt; Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard:&lt;/span&gt; An explorer. People who went deep into the heart of darkness, yeah, to confront the terrifying abyss. What would jagger do when confronted by the abyss, hun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vince:&lt;/span&gt; He'd probably  go like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R48AopJqL3I/AAAAAAAAADU/jCLVSAF6iLg/s1600-h/vince.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R48AopJqL3I/AAAAAAAAADU/jCLVSAF6iLg/s200/vince.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156340796603641714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is genius &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: That'd be brilliant if it really worked... just click on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-240489801281530796?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/240489801281530796/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=240489801281530796' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/240489801281530796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/240489801281530796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/vince-noir-rock-and-roll-star.html' title='Vince Noir, Rock and Roll Star.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jxfSBxcMNPo/R4796JJqL2I/AAAAAAAAADM/xMQsKGL9wYk/s72-c/vince.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-4913762287091994515</id><published>2008-01-14T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:32:22.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We wanna drink, we wanna fight, we want it all night.</title><content type='html'>Tout le monde l'a fait... alors à mon tour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review de la fête de Amaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanashima c'est cool comme endroit... mais moi et Sophie avons été bouche-bée par nos crevettes et notre saumon. Woh. 9$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça a couté la même chose que notre repas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlant de repas... j'ai rien mangé presque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'étais pas affamée... mais comme dirait Gen: C'est parce que tu parles trop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peut-être.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais j'était vraiment poche. Si on m'avais filmé, ça aurait pu passer à Kino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinon, chanter du Britney à Tue-tête... j'aime vraiment trop ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMME GIMME MOOOOORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendu au Loft... woh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça a vraiment changé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La salle hip-hop était cool... mais ça aurait été LE shit si y'avais eu de la climatisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big up aux hommes (inconnus) cette soirée là. Ils étaient légendaires... mais il manquait définitivement celui de ma fête.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tout cas, tout ça pour dire que j'vous aime les copains et qu'on devrait faire ce genre de trucs plus souvent... genre... pas seulement aux fêtes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faites-moi signe, j'suis toujours prete à faire la fête.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-4913762287091994515?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/4913762287091994515/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=4913762287091994515' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4913762287091994515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/4913762287091994515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-wanna-drink-we-wanna-fight-we-want.html' title='We wanna drink, we wanna fight, we want it all night.'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-2818809246840553589</id><published>2008-01-14T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:25:46.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ces pick-up lines qui marchent...</title><content type='html'>PAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah au Loft, à la fête de l'amazing Amaze, un charmant jeune homme est venu nous aborder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Hi! I'm Matthew!'' ''Oh, Hi, I'm Gen.'' ''I saw you guys outside'' ''Oh.. it's possible.'' ''You know the Club Soda?'' ''Yeah...?'' ''We played there last night and we're shooting a video tomorrow.'' ''Cool, what's your band's name?'' ''Don't Speak Gorgeous. Hey, I have my 2 bodyguards here, with me. '' ''Ahahahahahahahah. You're kidding?'' ''No, I'm serious'' ''Ahahahahha. Alright...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsé, le genre de trucs qui marche pas là.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a apprit plus tard que sa a l'air que y'a jouer avec Fall Out Boy et Silverstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''The internet's a powerful tool these days!''&lt;/strong&gt; - Vince Noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, et ce band n'existe pas selon Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si c'est pas sur Google, c'est que c'est faux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-2818809246840553589?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/2818809246840553589/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=2818809246840553589' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2818809246840553589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/2818809246840553589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/ces-pick-up-lines-qui-marchent.html' title='Ces pick-up lines qui marchent...'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409166512233474530.post-8935641900765953797</id><published>2008-01-07T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:32:17.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'fais pareil que Caro!</title><content type='html'>Caro c'est inspiré de Amaze, et moi j'm'inspire de Caro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc, mes meilleures chansons de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fait, celles qui ont le plus jouer sur Itunes, parce que c'est ma vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le seul hic... c'est que j'ai eu un problème en septembre... alors c'est ce qui joue le plus depuis septembre. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 - &lt;em&gt;Fuck Forever&lt;/em&gt; par les &lt;strong&gt;Babyshambles&lt;/strong&gt; (Down in Albion)&lt;br /&gt;29- &lt;em&gt;If you got the money&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Jamie T&lt;/strong&gt; (Panic Prevention)&lt;br /&gt;28- &lt;em&gt;19-2000 (Soulchild edit)&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Gorillaz &lt;/strong&gt;(G-Sides)&lt;br /&gt;27- &lt;em&gt;200007&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Modeselektor avec TTC&lt;/strong&gt; (Happy Birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;26- &lt;em&gt;Animal Instinct&lt;/em&gt; par les&lt;strong&gt; Cranberries&lt;/strong&gt; (Bury the Hatchet)&lt;br /&gt;25- &lt;em&gt;Can't Stand Me Now&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;les Libertines&lt;/strong&gt; (The Libertines)&lt;br /&gt;24- &lt;em&gt;History Song&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;The Good, the Bad and the Queen&lt;/strong&gt; (Live from SoHo)&lt;br /&gt;23- &lt;em&gt;London Loves&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Blur&lt;/strong&gt; (Parklife)&lt;br /&gt;22- &lt;em&gt;Love Shack&lt;/em&gt; par les &lt;strong&gt;B-52s&lt;/strong&gt; (Time Capsule)&lt;br /&gt;21- &lt;em&gt;Bouger Bouger&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Omnikrom avec Numéro#&lt;/strong&gt; (Trop Banane!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- &lt;em&gt;Turn to Monster&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Jamie T et Gorillaz&lt;/strong&gt; (D-Sides)&lt;br /&gt;19- &lt;em&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Gorillaz &lt;/strong&gt;(D-Sides)&lt;br /&gt;18- &lt;em&gt;Let's Call it Off&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Peter, Bjorn and John&lt;/strong&gt; (Writer's Block)&lt;br /&gt;17- &lt;em&gt;Homecoming&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Kanye West et Chris Martin&lt;/strong&gt; (Graduation)&lt;br /&gt;16- &lt;em&gt;Sirens &lt;/em&gt;par &lt;strong&gt;Dizzee Rascals&lt;/strong&gt; (Maths+English)&lt;br /&gt;15- &lt;em&gt;Fiddle with the Volume&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Lady Sovereign et Ghyslain Poirier&lt;/strong&gt; (Vertically Challenged)&lt;br /&gt;14- &lt;em&gt;Jean-Claude Jaquettie&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;les Mighty Boosh&lt;/strong&gt; (leur Dvd live là...)&lt;br /&gt;13- &lt;em&gt;Banquet&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Bloc Party&lt;/strong&gt; (Silent Alarm)&lt;br /&gt;12- &lt;em&gt;The Mask&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Dangerdoom et Ghostface Killah&lt;/strong&gt; (The Mouse and the Mask)&lt;br /&gt;11- &lt;em&gt;Baby, I'm Yours&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;les Arctic Monkeys&lt;/strong&gt; (Leave before the lights come on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- &lt;em&gt;Girls and Boys&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Blur&lt;/strong&gt; (Parklife)&lt;br /&gt;9- &lt;em&gt;Gisèle&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Xavier Caféine&lt;/strong&gt; (Gisèle)&lt;br /&gt;8- &lt;em&gt;You're so Great&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Graham Coxon&lt;/strong&gt; (Blur)&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;em&gt;Another Girl&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Jamie T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;em&gt;Herculean&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;The Good, the Bad, and the Queen&lt;/strong&gt; (The Good, the Bad and the Queen)&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;em&gt;Do me a Favour&lt;/em&gt; par les &lt;strong&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/strong&gt; (Favourite Worst Nightmare)&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;em&gt;Bittersweet Bundle of Misery&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Graham Coxon&lt;/strong&gt; (Happiness in Magazines)&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;em&gt;Sweet Song&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Blur&lt;/strong&gt; (Think Tank)&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;em&gt;New Shoes&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Paolo Nutini&lt;/strong&gt; (These Streets)&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;em&gt;No Distance left to Run&lt;/em&gt; par &lt;strong&gt;Blur&lt;/strong&gt; (13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donc voici mon #1 de l'année! Ça inspire pas vraiment la joie de vivre, alors j'vous conseille d'écouter celle ou y se remet du break-up (Tender) après avoir écouté celle-là!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/safgyu5450I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/safgyu5450I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6409166512233474530-8935641900765953797?l=jammastergen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/feeds/8935641900765953797/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6409166512233474530&amp;postID=8935641900765953797' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8935641900765953797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6409166512233474530/posts/default/8935641900765953797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jammastergen.blogspot.com/2008/01/jfais-pareil-que-caro.html' title='J&apos;fais pareil que Caro!'/><author><name>Gen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
