<?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-7387141423375247768</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:23:38.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M Sisters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-8177865701869727598</id><published>2011-06-29T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:11:04.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARGIE JIANG SPOTTED AT KAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KAR, &lt;/strong&gt;a.k.a Kids Artistic Revue, has been one of the most known competitions in the U.S. And guess what? Margie Jiang was spotted there just about a month ago at one of the competitions in Alameda. She won the title Miss Junior Dance for her wonderful solo performance, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Held. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Congratulations, Margie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-8177865701869727598?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8177865701869727598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=8177865701869727598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/8177865701869727598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/8177865701869727598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2011/06/margie-jiang-spotted-at-kar.html' title='MARGIE JIANG SPOTTED AT KAR'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7499448340199229844</id><published>2011-06-29T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:08:20.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>hey guys! margie here. so sorry i havent been able to update my blog...ive been so busy with the dnace competitions, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7499448340199229844?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7499448340199229844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7499448340199229844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7499448340199229844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7499448340199229844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-5667845798074648063</id><published>2009-09-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:34:33.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>HERE IS A PREVIEW ON ATM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hiya, fellas!!! This is ATM, your trustworthy kidz newz featuring fun and excitement reporting to you LIVE!!! Well... today we have a game for Taylor and Margie to play... shh!!! Don't tell them what the game is!!! Pretty please with cherry on top? Thanks, buddy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather: Dark, and cold... dun, dun, dun, DUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newz: Have you ever looked up at the night sky and try to find the other planets in the solar system? Well, Taylor and Margie do that ALL THE TIME!!! With your naked eye you can spot Jupiter, Mars, Venus, and maybe Mercury and Saturn! Jupiter is the brightest planet, or "star" you will see. Then, before 6:30 a.m. you can see Venus so clearly since it is the only star at sunrise. Mars should be right above you're heads... and well, Taylor's dad, the planet expert, says you sometimes can see Saturn and Mercury. But... you can always buy a telescope and see the planets and stars... Next time we will give you tips on how to buy the perect telescope, all words that come from the mouth o Taylor's dad, Robert Duke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidz Newz: Ok... the game Taylor and Margie are playing today is called... *drum roll*... The Taylor Lautner Hotner game!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audience: Whoo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D So, Taylor and Margie will each name one adjective about Taylor Lautner without repeating the same adjective again. Pretty simple... now... START!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margie: Hot&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Shirtless&lt;br /&gt;Margie: Cute&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Shark-boy!&lt;br /&gt;Margie: Twilight STAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Star&lt;br /&gt;Margie: Wolf metamorpher-er&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: Um... uh... HOT&lt;br /&gt;Margie: Hey! I said HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;MARGIE IS THE WINNER!!! Don't feel bad, TayTay. You will get better next time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Did you like this day's fun and excitement today? Good. *Yawn...* No, don't worry about me.. just... *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*A&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Alexandra Duke and&lt;br /&gt;Margie Anna Jiang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-5667845798074648063?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5667845798074648063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=5667845798074648063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/5667845798074648063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/5667845798074648063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-22-2009.html' title='September 22, 2009'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-2995505874391057070</id><published>2009-08-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:32:54.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:p hey people wats up</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!!! The M&amp;amp;M sisters are here to tell you guys somethin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up everybody? We would like to tell you guys about somethin. GO TO &lt;a href="http://taylorandmargie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://taylorandmargie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;!!! MARGIE AND HER FRIEND, TAYLOR, ARE THE HOST OF THE ONE AND ONLY, ATM, YOUR TRUSTWORTHY LOCAL KIDZ NEWZ!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;margie jiang&lt;br /&gt;melody jiang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-2995505874391057070?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2995505874391057070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=2995505874391057070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2995505874391057070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2995505874391057070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/p-hey-people-wats-up.html' title=':p hey people wats up'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-2471993470907694460</id><published>2009-08-10T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:47:29.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup</title><content type='html'>WHAT'S UP PEOPLE?! Go to &lt;a href="http://taylorandmargie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://taylorandmargie.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Just do it, now!!! This blog feautures my friend from dance, Taylor, and I. It's your local ATM newz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Check it out right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-2471993470907694460?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2471993470907694460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=2471993470907694460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2471993470907694460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2471993470907694460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/sup.html' title='Sup'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7993689993800106839</id><published>2009-06-12T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:19:22.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>A NOTE FROM MARGIE JIANG: Sorry, I haven't been able to post a lot of things lately. Yesterday was the last day of school. Hooray. I made a new blog. For all you SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE FANS, go here: &lt;a href="http://soyouthinkyoucandancenews.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://soyouthinkyoucandancenews.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It feautures the latest news. I'm sorry if it dosen't have many posts. I just began it today, and also SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE only happens every Wednesday and Thursday. I'm going to Las Vegas soon for my dance competition. After that, I'm going to Disneyland! Yippee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7993689993800106839?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7993689993800106839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7993689993800106839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7993689993800106839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7993689993800106839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4118361876487782429</id><published>2009-05-08T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:37:29.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>On Monday, May 11th, a special day awaits for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;MARGIE JIANG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? Read the message below. Then you'll get your answer. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S MARGIE'S BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;LET'S WISH HER AN EARLY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! WHOO!!! :) PLEASE COMMENT AND WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! PLEASE, FOR THE GOOD OF MARGIE. ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO ARE MARGIE'S FRIENDS... SHE'S PROBABLY GOING TO BE SAD IF YOU DON'T WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! COMMENT AND LET'S WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOGETHER!!! :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL FEAUTURE: Wanna see something "kinda" cool? See Margie's name above? It says: "MARGIE JIANG!!!" in BIG letters. Highlight it and it'll change color. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4118361876487782429?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4118361876487782429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4118361876487782429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4118361876487782429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4118361876487782429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-2099016652299169947</id><published>2009-04-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:19:33.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SdbSDJgYtAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z1_6Xcy2WDg/s1600-h/iCarly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320670961318016002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SdbSDJgYtAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z1_6Xcy2WDg/s200/iCarly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO LIKES ICARLY??? GO TO &lt;a href="http://iicarlyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://iicarlyy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; THEN!!! Watch every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;episode!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-2099016652299169947?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2099016652299169947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=2099016652299169947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2099016652299169947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2099016652299169947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-likes-icarly-go-to-iicrlyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SdbSDJgYtAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Z1_6Xcy2WDg/s72-c/iCarly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-2839548154194339178</id><published>2009-04-03T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:27:57.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On April 8th, 2009, melody will be having her 6th annual birthday. Please comment and wish her a ver happy birthday or else she will feel sad. :( Please do this for her!!! Then she will know that people really DO care about her. I know you guys do. Just do it. If you don't comment, then you don't care. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;-Margie Jiang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-2839548154194339178?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2839548154194339178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=2839548154194339178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2839548154194339178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2839548154194339178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/melodys-birthday.html' title='Melody&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-5374569294919315011</id><published>2009-03-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:33:41.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Mom (again) Finished version NEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monster Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Margie Jiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you nervous, Caroline? Caroline? Answer me please. CAROLINE LOPEZ!!!” I snapped out of my daydream. “What? What were you asking me?” My father sighed. I could tell he was annoyed. “Caroline, I didn’t mean to raise my voice too loud, but you know I don’t like to repeat myself again and again. I asked you if you were nervous about meeting someone you don’t know.” “Oh, then here is my answer…” I paused for a moment. “Yes, yes I am nervous,” I finished as I looked at the dark night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had died and my father was planning to marry another woman he liked that I didn’t know. Today was the day I would get to see her and visit her house in my dad’s new blue convertible. My father had already been driving 6 hours to get to Mystery City, Mist Island where the woman lived. He had only stopped from driving 4 times… eating food, buying stuff, drinking, and getting me a little stuffed doggie I wanted. I loved that little plush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My father must be tired,” I thought as I hurried back to wondering about my new mom. I wonder what she was like. Would she like me? I began thinking of other questions when SCREECH!!! The car halted to a stop. Finally we were there. I dragged my nervous little feet out the door. Around me were colorful and cheerful little houses with the sunlight on them, making them sparkle. I glanced around, seeing more beautiful sights. My dad pointed to a beat-up old house across the street with the house number, 3248. It was on Creepy Avenue, the only spooky place on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that was the only house that wasn’t so cheerful. It was gloomy and it didn’t have any sunlight which made it look frightening. “That’s the one,” he said. I gulped. That house was scary enough to make me puke! The windows were shattered and the door had a vampire face on it. The doorknob was shaped like a tooth and it was red, like blood! “Are you sure that’s the one?” I asked my dad. There had to be a mistake, but I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, honey. The house looks torn and scary, but I called a carpenter and asked him to come fix the house. He will be here in no time!” my father said cheerfully. I couldn’t understand what was so nice and happy. Feeling the goosebumps on my arms, I followed my dad to the house. My dad knocked on the vampire face. I screamed as a black cat came out of the door. Black cats were supposed to bring you bad luck!!! What else could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my answer as a young lady opened the door. She smiled and held out her hand to shake. I smiled back. My father was actually right!!! She was very polite and nice... so far, at least. I leaned a little closer to shake her hand when I noticed a big red mark on her teeth. Could it be blood? I shivered. The lady grinned and said in a spooky tone, “Nice to meet you, Louanne. Your handsome father told me all about you. I’m Ms. Vampie, your future mother.” I backed up a little. Her name sounded like Ms. Vampire. Maybe she was a vampire!!! “Could it be?” I asked myself. I became even more suspicious when she revaled a black velvet cape around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the blood? How about the dark house and the shattered windows? I had heard that vampires love to live in the dark. The house was all black and dark with only one faded little light. Ms. Vampie led us into her home. I gulped. This was my worst nightmare. It had to be a dream. “Wake up, Louanne! Wake up!” I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um, may I ask, why are you slapping yourself?” A voice asked. I opened my eyes again and expected to see my bright and cheerful room, but instead, I saw a face right in front of me, blinking. It was Ms. Vampie! “Ah!!!” I cried. “I want to go home!!!” “Now, now, you haven’t seen the rest of my house yet,” Ms. Vampie said, backing up from my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she help up a red lantern and began walking again. My father followed her and beamed. "Isn't she gorgeous?" he asked. "Uh... yeah, sure. Very gorgeous," I replied. My dad smiled and said, "I knew you would like her. She is beautiful!!!" I groaned. He was love sick!!! I thought I saw hearts in his eyes. Gross! I stopped and tried to tiptoe quietly out the back door so I could escape. I saw the black cat near the door, guarding it. I could tell it was fierce. The black cat stared at me. I whispered," Hey cat, promise you won't tell Ms. Vampie that I escaped. Promise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat meowed and curled her tail around itself. "I'll take that as a promise. Good cat, "I praised as I pet it. "Now I have to hurry out of here!” I mumbled. As sly as a ninja, I crawled on the floor, carefully so Ms. Vampie and my dad wouldn't see me trying to escape. Just as I began reaching for the door, the cat leaped at me and scratched my arm. “Ow!!!” I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly shushed myself and hoped I had not yelled too loud. Then I looked at my arm injury. The scratch really stung!!! It started to bleed. If only I have been smart enough to bring my first aid kit!!! Oh my. What a horrible day, and it just got worst… the cat meowed (or should I say screamed) very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was next? I didn’t want to know. This was just too much for me! I covered my ears. The cat’s echo bounced off the wall. Ouch. My ears hurt. 5 seconds later, I heard footsteps coming towards me. "Uh, oh," I thought. It probably was Ms. Vampie!!! I covered my eyes so I wouldn't see my self die. I was too young!!! “Bye- bye world!” I exclaimed. “I’m sorry I have to leave you so early at an age like this.” I didn’t even see the statue of liberty! Oh well. Then I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up Caroline!!!" A voice said. "You know better than running off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seriously, Caroline! You need to listen more!!!” “Take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me!!!” I cried. “Caroline. It’s just me!” the voice exclaimed. I slowly opened my eyes. “I’m actually alive?” I asked. In front of me was my dad. “And… you are in big trouble,” my dad added. “I know, I know,” I replied hoarsely. Anyone could tell he was very angry, so I tried to change the situation. “How long did I faint?” I asked. My dad put his hands on his hips and bellowed, “Stop trying to change the situation!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to admit that could be pretty scary sometimes. Man! I hate it when dads can read your mind. It’s like they have mind- reading powers! I was thinking about that when my dad sighed and added, “Oh, Caroline. I can never stay mad at you for long, but you really need to stay out of trouble… more. So… I’m going to answer your question. If I was so mad that steam was coming from me, I wouldn’t tell you the answer.” Then he laughed. “Your question was… how long did I faint, right?” I nodded. “Well then… you fainted for about 10 minutes!” My dad laughed again, this time much louder. I was guessing that he felt much better now… at least not at angry as before. I let a sigh of relief. Then I said, "I'm really sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to get you so mad. It’s just that… never mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want him to get mad anymore!!! So, I added, “Oh, I remember. It’s just that… that…” I thought of something to say. “It’s just that… I won't wander around anymore." There. I said it. It took a lot of time, but I said it! Hooray! I cheered for myself in my head. Then I paused. What was the matter? The question came to me again about a second later, and it was a very important question. "Where's Ms. Vampie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father smiled. "Now you like her, huh? Charming… right?” he asked, dreaming in space. “Uh, right. Now back to my question…” I tried to explain. “Oh, right. She’s in the kitchen, making a nice, refreshing drink for us. It might be hot cocoa, your favorite. Mmmm…” my dad teased. I began to drool. “Hurry if you want some," added my dad. "Follow me or else you won't get any drinks- or hot cocoa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy!” I said as I laughed. Then I thought for a moment. I loved hot cocoa since I was a baby. Should I pass this time? I- I just couldn’t. It was so delicious!!! “For the first time ever…uh…I’ll…I'll pass. I don't feel very well. Maybe because... uh...I am... full, yeah, I’m full," I said hoarsely. “Yeah, that works,” I whispered to myself with a nod. Then I sighed. It all seemed so wrong!!! First of all, giving up my favorite drink was so hard!!! The worst part, I was stuck with a vampire mom!!! “Ohhhh…” I moaned. “What’s the matter?” my dad asked. “I- I- I don’t want to eat anything, yeah…” I lied. "Well, you DO look a little pale. Are you sure you want to skip dinner after all?" asked my dad kindly. I nodded my head. Up and down. Up and down.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so. Come on. I'll show you the bedrooms and then you can rest a bit while I go get something to drink. As the saying goes, it’s a small world after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. “That’s a song, daddy!” I said as I grinned. He was hilarious! “Yes, yes it is. Well, follow me and don’t try to sneek out this time,” my dad laughed. Then he cleared his throat. “Follow me, madam. I will give you a tour that you’ll always remember.” He said that line in his business voice. When my dad was in his business voice, he really meant business. There was no doubt. I had no choice but to go with my dad. I sighed. At least my dad could protect me from being eaten by my future mom, the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking, I remembered I was in a spooky house. I gulped. Thinking about that made me shiver. I leaned towards my father’s ear and whispered, I had no choice but to go with my dad. I sighed. At least my dad could protect me from being eaten by my future mom, the vampire. I leaned towards my father’s ear and whispered, “Can we go home now? I’m scared. We already saw most of her house. This is enough for me.” My dad looked at me. His face against the red lantern looked like he drank blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered back, “No! It is indeed very bad to leave a person’s house without appreciating what she has in store for you! You should even be happy that she actually is showing you her wonderful house! I know it’s scary, but the carpenter will fix everything!!!” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t appreciating anything. Soon, we were done touring her home. As I pulled my dad away before he said goodbye, I noticed that his teeth were red too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“D-d-daddy, why are your teeth all red?” I asked nervously. “Oh, about that… I was going to tell you about it in the car, but I guess you already noticed. Well, Ms. Vampie gave me some fruit punch. It was satisfying- and delicious for the first time ever!!! I also ate a chicken wing and some sour worms. Those weren't as good as the fruit punch though." I winced. My dad was so different. He usually hated fruit punch! Even if he tried to drink it he would still throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also hated anything that was sour. So, why now? It just wasn’t like him to eat anything like that! Another type of food he had always hated was animals. My dad believed one day animals would be gone, and food will become scarce so he always gave up all the animal meats I prepare for him at dinner. He says it’s a waste of food. “Well, in that case…” I thought. Chicken wings belonged to animals. He should be complaining about the chicken right now!!! Something was wrong, and I needed to find out, or else I could be in great danger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was next? My dad, eating flies? Or-or-or, him ea…ea…eating m-m-me?! I planned to find out what was wrong… in the morning. MY SMART PLAN (Sorry. I didn't mean to brag when I said SMART):Vampires sleep in the morning, so I would sneak out my house, ask my best friend’s dad to drive me to Creepy Avenue, go into Ms. Vampie’s house, and find out what Ms. Vampie (or should I call her Ms. Vampire) had done to my father. Since I wouldn't want to wake Ms. Vampie up, I would go into her house and spy by walking through her back door. (She never, ever, EVER, keeps her back door locked... I'm not saying she should lock it, but a robber might crawl in at night. Wait. That's good, right? Maybe. At least for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be worth 100% of my allowance for sneaking by myself out at night, but I just loved my dad too much. I already lost my mom. Losing my dad too would be worse, and being stuck with a vampire is so not going to happen! I wouldn’t want to die just like every other member in the family. I’d rather eat the foods I absolutely hated- Zucchini, oysters, and spinach. Yuck. Very gross, but really, I’d rather do that. I had to be careful when I’m sneaking in Ms. Vampie’s house- or else… or else…I could become her next dinner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK!!! HONK!!! 6:00 a.m. I GROANED. What was that loud noise? I moaned and covered my ears with my pillow. Wait. I hurried to the window. Hey, it was my best friend Ashley. What was she doing here? Ooops. I had forgotten all about the plan to find out what Ms. Vampie was up to. I scurried to my dresser and pulled out a sneaky black outfit- for camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I ran into Ashley’s car, I wrote a will, in case I did not survive. Here was what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The will of Caroline Ann Lopez:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my saved money that is NOT in my bank account will go to my dad, which is $296.98, plus the money in my bank account, which is $7,893. All the furniture and jewelry I own will go to my best friend Ashley, including my treasure box which containes a jade that's worth about... let's say 54 dollars. Sorry. I like random numbers. My Pomeranian, Cuddles, will go to Uncle Johnson, who is single. I think he might be lonely and Cuddles would definetly put a smile on my uncle, since he hasn't smiled or laughed in excactly 32 years. Another random number. My clothes that are still big will go to my cousin, Katie Reyes. All my small clothes that I wore when I was little will to my Aunt Letterly’s baby daughter, Rosie Jacob. My electronics will, of course, go to my other cousin, Jerry James (he loves video games, especially Guitar Hero). Just a reminder: I shall be stored in a coffin, not buried and definetly NOT burned. If I make it alive, I’ll be happy to claim my stuff back again. Thank you. (P.S. If I return alive, I will be holding a welcome- back- arrival party. Everyone I know except for Ms. Vampie will be able to celebrate and enjoy.)&lt;br /&gt;(P.P.S. I am not inviting Ms. Vampie because: 1. She is too scary. Everybody will run away from her until the room is deserted except for her, of course. 2. She will most likely not come to the party anyway, since she might as well prefer dark, cold, and creepy places, unlike my cheerful, cozy, and bright house. 3. My dad wouldn't invite her, even if he wanted to, because after I prove she is up to no good, she would go to jail and rot there for 12 years. Then the officers would take her to another jail, and she will rot there for 12 more years. 4. Mental note to self: Why only write down 1 more when you can write down lots???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and hurried out the door, hoping I wasn't late and hoping Ms. Vampie did not wake up yet. "I don't care if I don't make it alive," I thought. "I'm willing to do it for my father." Wow. Now THAT'S some words of wisdom. I quickly hopped into Ashley's polka-dotted limousine and scrambled into place. You see, Ashley was very rich, and so was her father. She was 10, like me, and she had $9,385,527.26, including her money in her bank account, which was $5,896,372. I was so lucky Ashley was my friend. Ashley was the smartest, fastest, kindest, and the most popular in the same school as me, Mountain Ridge Elementary. She was also a diva-like person. Ashley only wanted friends who were nice and confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Mountain Ridge, I accidentaly spilled yellow paint all over my green shirt, which made everyone laugh, stare, and point. I had felt ashamed, but I realized my shirt was pretty cool, so I had said, "You might think this is funny and weird, but I think this makes me look cool. See, the yellow paint looks like a flower, and the green background is perfect for the scene." Ashley was impressed and realized I HAD to be her best friend. She talked to me and I said yes. The next day, everybody, and I meant EVERYBODY, was wearing a green shirt with yellow paint on it. I had said, "Wow. I'm shocked. I really didn't know I was a role model!" So from that day on, Ashley and I were the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ASHLEY'S LIMO... "Hi Ash," I said. "I am ready for the ride to Ms. Vampie's house." "Ms. Vampie's house?!?!" Ashley exclaimed. I really didn't think a brave girl like her would be scared. "You didn't tell me you were going there!!! Oh dear, dear, Caroline, you don't really mean THAT house, do you?" I wish I could have said, no, but I nodded my head. "Caroline, you are crazy!!! No one goes to that house! It's spooky, it makes you want to vomit, and it just gives you the heebie-jeebies!" Ashley cried and shivered at the thought of becoming Ms. Vampie's dinner. "But alas, you are very daring and brave, as usual." I puffed out my chest to make it look like I was proud, but I actually wasn't. I was scared to death! This wouldn't be my-type-of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ashley, I will miss you if I don't make it out alive, but could you do me one last favor before I drop to my... lonesome death?" I asked, shuddering at the word death. Ashley nodded and whispered, "You can trust me." "I trust you," I said, hoping she had thought I didn't trust her. "I need you to pass this document out to everyone on my street, including you." I handed her a folder that contained excactly 250 peices of paper. Guess what the papers were about. You have one paragraph to think/guess... I'll give you some clues to help you. I'm really not a bad girl. I forgot to tell you that you have 1 minute. Use your brain. This is kind of like a mini test. It's really not that important, though. It's just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CLUE 1: I wrote the document (Of course. Duhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CLUE 2: It's about me, and ONLY me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CLUE 3: (THIS ONE'S A RIP-OFF) I just, just, wrote it. See, isn't the answer simple? If&lt;br /&gt;you STILL don't know the answer, then you're bogus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... 57, 58, 59... TIME!!! 1 MINUTE'S UP!!! I NOW&lt;br /&gt;COMMAND YOU TO DROP THE COMPUTER MOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF THAT DOESN'T WORK OR IF YOU DON'T HAVE A COMPUTER MOUSE, THEN DROP YOUR COMPUTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER YOU DROP YOUR COMPUTER OR COMPUTER MOUSE, THEN SCROLL DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP SCROLLING... UNLESS YOU WANT TO CRY SO HARD BECAUSE YOU HAD TO DROP YOUR COMPUTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING... DON'T REALLY DROP YOUR COMPUTER OR COMPUTER MOUSE... UNLESS YOU REALLY DID THAT ALREADY AND AVOIDED THE "JUST KIDDING" PART. OK, THE ANSWER IS JUST BELOW... ENJOY THE ANSWER MOVIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA, LA, LA, I'M SINGING IN THE BATHTUB... HO, HO, HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! IS IT REALLY... CHRISTMAS??? *movie/song clicks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OOOOOOOPS... THAT WAS DISTURBING. SORRY!!!WRONG MOVIE. NOW HERE'S THE REAL ANSWER MOVIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVE'S THEATER PRESENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER, ANSWER, ANSWER, ANSWER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...My will?" Ashley asked, confused. "You aren't even dead yet!" "I know, I know," I explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's just in case something happens to me, or otherwise, an emergency." "Oh, I get it," Ashley said, nodding her head. Vroom!!! The car pulled into Ms. Vampie's driveway. I got out of the car, closing the door carefully behind me. "Bye Ashley," I whispered. "See you at school on Monday- if I make it alive." Ashley whimpered and whispered back, "You make it sound so unsure. It scares me." I grinned and waved goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly tiptoed towards the vampire's house, then swung around. Was it just me, or was there a sudden noise that said, "Get outta my house!" I stood still. There was no noise. I felt like I was in a cementery! Ugh... a cementery... filled with dead people... bones and skeletons all around... stepping on skulls... lots of coffins around... yikes! That would be my worst nightmare, but since my experience right now was much more scarier than that, this would be my worst nightmare!!! While gasping out of control and shaking with extreme fear, I crawled over the rather large fence and tiptoed toward Ms. Vampie's back door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind howled and brushed across my face, seeming to say, "You will regret this, Caroline. You WILL!!!" I shivered from the freezing cold and looked up at the dark night sky. "Mom, please be with me during this dangerous experience. Thank you," I pleased as I wiped away a tear. The back door creaked when I opened it, and my face was as cold as freezing, ice covered, snow. I wasn't sure if it was snowing outside, but if it was, I wouldn't be suprised. "HALT!!!" a voice suddenly shouted. I backed away in alarm, and the back door shut closed immediately, causing the room to be filled with complete darkness. The pitch- black room caused me to bump into a (Torn and old, I think.) chair. "W- w- woah!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cried. All of a sudden, a dim light started to brighten up and there stood Ms. Vampie- center stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, . It's you. I thought a robber got into my house. Now, may I ask, what are you doing here?" The- scariest- woman- ever asked. "Uh, uh, I..." I began. "Silence, sweetie," Ms. Vampie hushed. Then she giggled. "I know what you're up to." I backed away from her, afraid that she would bite my neck and blood oozing out of my tender body. Still on the floor, I cried," I'm sorry!!! I'm so sorry I went in here!!! Uh, it was an accident! I'm sorry!!!" I started to wail. "Aw, Caroline. You know all of this isn't true. You're just thinking it in a different way." I got up from the floor (Maybe it was covered with blood?) and studied Ms. Vampie closely. "Come here, sweetheart," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice was so sweet. I could tell she really wanted me to. Just as I was about to go to her, a voice whispered in my head, whispering," No, Coraline!!! It's probably just another trick!!! This time she will get you for real!!!" I backed away in alarm. "You don't understand," pleaded Ms. Vampie. "I'm not going to hurt you. Now if you would just-" I really didn't mean to do what waa next. I screamed loudly. Ms. Vampie covered her ears. "Caroline! Stop it this instant!!!" I stopped immediately. A voice called from a distance. "Caroline! Caroline!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was as frightened as ever!!! "Caroline. It's me, your father. Don't worry. I'm here." soothed the voice. My father appeared out of nowhere and I relaxed. "Caroline. It's time Ms. Vampie and I tell you the honest truth." he began. "Caroline- Ms. Vampie's not a vampire. Don't you remember? Yesterday was Halloween. We wanted to scare you. I guess we overdid it. Caroline, I- I have to admit it. It was pretty fun scaring you and watching your frightened face. Apparently, Ms. Vampie thought it was time we stopped. She tried to comfort you and tell you the truth. When your friend, Ashley, a rather nice girl if I may say so, told me you were going to bravely go see Ms. Vampie, she urged me to go help you. I told her everything was in control, but she whined and whined and I finally was forced to go. She really wanted me to go, I could see. Ashley stood in front of the front door until I was gone, and now, here we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved to hear my father's true story. Ms. Vampie smiled at me and threw off her black velvet cape. I gasped. She really was a normal person!!! In fact, a pretty one too. Ms. Vampie was wearing a Mist Island t-shirt with a pair of nice, blue jeans. "From now on, please feel welcome to call me Ms. or, um, after your father and I are married, Mrs. Lolly, not Ms. Vampie. That was just a name made up," concluded Ms. Vam- I mean, Ms. Lolly. My father smiled and you- know- what to Ms. Lolly. I had to cover my eyes so I wouldn't see THE PART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was "THE END", I guess. I did get a happy life after all! My mother was awesome and sporty. She cooked chow mein and other yummy stuff for me every day, instead of yucky blood. My father was signed up for a workout (Yay!!! Finally!!!), and I lived happily ever after. Wait. That was too gushy. Let me try again. I had a very happy life, I guaranteed (There. That was better.)!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monster Series, M&amp;amp;M Sisters Books Com., Union City, CA 2008 MORE MONSTER FUN IN 2009!!! (Maybe if you're lucky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER OTHER BOOKS IN THE MONSTER SERIES: MONSTER TEACHER, MONSTER PRINCIPAL, MONSTER BABYSITTER, MONSTER COACH, MONSTER STAR …STAY TUNED FOR MORE MONSTER FUN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-5374569294919315011?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5374569294919315011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=5374569294919315011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/5374569294919315011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/5374569294919315011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/monster-mom-again-finished-version-new.html' title='Monster Mom (again) Finished version NEW'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-3566533618283776756</id><published>2009-02-27T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:15:04.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coraline</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!!! My friends got to see Coraline the past few days. I am so jealous because I haven't even seen it yet. Have you seen it yet? Comment to tell me! I will send you an e-mail about it if you tell me your e-mail too in your comment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-3566533618283776756?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3566533618283776756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=3566533618283776756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3566533618283776756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3566533618283776756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/02/coraline.html' title='Coraline'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-284658157744461929</id><published>2009-01-27T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:49:49.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterstars ADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;AD BOARD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find some ads here!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love movies? Just go to &lt;a href="http://www.wfmon.com/"&gt;http://www.wfmon.com/&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.lagmovies.com/"&gt;www.lagmovies.com&lt;/a&gt;!!! These websited have all the latest and new movies!!! Well, not ALL the newest, but some of the newest like BOLT, SPACE BUDDIES, ETC. What are you waiting for? Go to &lt;a href="http://www.wfmon.com/"&gt;http://www.wfmon.com/&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.lagmovies.com/"&gt;www.lagmovies.com&lt;/a&gt; right now!!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are you a computer lover? You might want to check out &lt;a href="http://www.webkinz.com/"&gt;http://www.webkinz.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.clubpenguin.com/"&gt;http://www.clubpenguin.com/&lt;/a&gt;, or maybe &lt;a href="http://www.girlsense.com/"&gt;http://www.girlsense.com/&lt;/a&gt;? There's so much to do on the web! But that can only happen if you have INTERNET EXPLORER. If you don't, well, you're pretty much a goner. Get it now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;FOR CHIPMUNKS ONLY!!! Cimnshpuk, od uyo wnat Itrenent Epoexlrr oto??? Gte Itrenenu Epoexlrr!!! Olny ofr cimnshpuk!!! Seilpca eiindto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looooooove Shopping? Go to &lt;u&gt;Limited Too&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;Justice for girls&lt;/u&gt;!!! 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Go to your local Limited Too or Justice NOW!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-284658157744461929?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/284658157744461929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=284658157744461929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/284658157744461929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/284658157744461929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisterstars-ads.html' title='Sisterstars ADS'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-379421574588185098</id><published>2009-01-26T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:22:49.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING COOL :)</title><content type='html'>CHECK THIS OUT!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Margie. Melody and I have something good just for... you!!! Got to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; and type in &lt;u&gt;leoliu99&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;lifes what you make&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;it1024.&lt;/u&gt; See ya!!! (Please comment on the video)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-379421574588185098?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/379421574588185098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=379421574588185098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/379421574588185098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/379421574588185098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-cool.html' title='SOMETHING COOL :)'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-122281472568486762</id><published>2009-01-17T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:53:29.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute puppies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKoe0_wQBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QXS5z8zXH4o/s1600-h/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292477759689342994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKoe0_wQBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QXS5z8zXH4o/s200/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKoVEoeu6I/AAAAAAAAADs/kPU3mrHZzgw/s1600-h/puppies-in-a-wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292477592088001442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKoVEoeu6I/AAAAAAAAADs/kPU3mrHZzgw/s200/puppies-in-a-wagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Guys!!! I Found These Really Cute Puppy Pictures. Actually, It's Puppies, But Who Really Cares? At Least I Don't!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Margie Jiang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXNzV4rIFXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_3RufZJDb_Y/s1600-h/1155-3003~Golden-Retrievers-Puppies-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292700806918182258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXNzV4rIFXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_3RufZJDb_Y/s200/1155-3003~Golden-Retrievers-Puppies-Posters.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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7387141423375247768-122281472568486762?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/122281472568486762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=122281472568486762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/122281472568486762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/122281472568486762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-puppies.html' title='Cute puppies!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKoe0_wQBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QXS5z8zXH4o/s72-c/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4082988907804115837</id><published>2009-01-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:40:07.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstars mini-poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKbdq08D_I/AAAAAAAAACs/CrG2Gx2Oc78/s1600-h/miley_cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292463446128594930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKbdq08D_I/AAAAAAAAACs/CrG2Gx2Oc78/s200/miley_cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKZX80-alI/AAAAAAAAACE/G503kuX_a3o/s1600-h/miley_cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292461148858116690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKZX80-alI/AAAAAAAAACE/G503kuX_a3o/s200/miley_cyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who likes Miley Cyrus...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKcIHmwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHVp5KYvNIU/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292464175408235394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKcIHmwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHVp5KYvNIU/s200/vanessa_hudgens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKajnhQ2fI/AAAAAAAAACc/_wCruffNaGw/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292462448808352242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKajnhQ2fI/AAAAAAAAACc/_wCruffNaGw/s200/vanessa_hudgens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about Vanessa Hudgens...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKc-OT7HaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lWKcget1-1k/s1600-h/ashley_tisdale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292465104921238946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKc-OT7HaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lWKcget1-1k/s200/ashley_tisdale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKdylP_tnI/AAAAAAAAADE/2X-G1Z9PEH0/s1600-h/ashley-tisdale-hiv-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292466004431976050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKdylP_tnI/AAAAAAAAADE/2X-G1Z9PEH0/s200/ashley-tisdale-hiv-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley Tisdale...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKe4FEcTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/fHsaLg6gurc/s1600-h/selena+gomez.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292467198384426546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKe4FEcTjI/AAAAAAAAADM/fHsaLg6gurc/s200/selena+gomez.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selena &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gomez...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKfNU88IEI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYNz5r7ZQdM/s1600-h/selena+gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292467563425177666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKfNU88IEI/AAAAAAAAADU/JYNz5r7ZQdM/s200/selena+gomez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKcIHmwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHVp5KYvNIU/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKcIHmwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHVp5KYvNIU/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKgFQEpfyI/AAAAAAAAADc/LkqY3i1LE7s/s1600-h/miranda_cosgrove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292468524188008226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKgFQEpfyI/AAAAAAAAADc/LkqY3i1LE7s/s200/miranda_cosgrove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKgZTbxUbI/AAAAAAAAADk/D4MhJT2mdZc/s1600-h/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292468868687679922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKgZTbxUbI/AAAAAAAAADk/D4MhJT2mdZc/s200/281x211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miranda Cosgrove...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKcIHmwQ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHVp5KYvNIU/s1600-h/vanessa_hudgens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;... VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE SUPERSTAR NOW!!! COMMENT NOW AND I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ANNOUNCE THE WINNER SOON, ALONG WITH THE PICTURE!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-MARGIE JIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4082988907804115837?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4082988907804115837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4082988907804115837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4082988907804115837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4082988907804115837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/superstars-mini-poll.html' title='Superstars mini-poll'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SXKbdq08D_I/AAAAAAAAACs/CrG2Gx2Oc78/s72-c/miley_cyrus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-722503579206962150</id><published>2009-01-11T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:52:40.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.xatech.com/web_gear/poll/poll.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="420" height="315" name="poll" FlashVars="id=2244931" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.xat.com/update_flash.shtml" &gt; 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This is Margie, and Melody and I just came back from our vacation in Lake Tahoe. Ahhh... the sights... but boy, am I glad to be back! Lake Tahoe was freezing!!! Anyway, comment and tell me what you did on Christmas and New Year! Tell me! TTFN! ( Ta Ta For Now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7211252290423404717?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7211252290423404717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7211252290423404717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7211252290423404717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7211252290423404717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-vacationfinally.html' title='Back from vacation...finally!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7489707536023101143</id><published>2008-12-06T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:46:20.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello!!! Margie and her dance friends are doing secet santa right now. Let's go check it out!!! Hi Margie. What's you're first clue???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MARGIE: It says, I am older than you, I have brown hair, I am spanish, and I have a brother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...let's see Margie's suspect list...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUSPECT LIST:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melody Jiang, younger than me, light brown hair, loves dancing, chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caroline Lai, older than me, brown hair, loves dancing, chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lindsay Henderson, older than me, brown hair, loves dancing, spanish, has a brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Britteny Taylor, older than me, black hair, loves dancing, spanish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hannie Dong, older than me, brown hair, loves dancing, chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clara Ma, older than me, brown hair, loves dancing, chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Lester, older than me, brown hair, loves dancing, phillipeno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasn't that fun? You can play this game at home with your friends, too. Bye for now!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7489707536023101143?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7489707536023101143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7489707536023101143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7489707536023101143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7489707536023101143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-santa.html' title='Secret Santa'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4008462306624317730</id><published>2008-11-27T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:35:33.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYA YANG SPEAKING!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody!!! I'm Anya Yang, a dancer who performs with Margie and Melody. Margie and Melody asked me to do this little talk about what it is like working with them, so here I go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYA YANG, SUNNYVALE CA: Margie and Melody are very talented. Being able to work with them is like, the greatest thing EVER! On good nights when the seats are all filled up to see Margie, Melody, and I perform, we hold a M&amp;amp;M Party where all the fans can get our autographs, take pictures with us, and play games. When we're NOT performing, we just laugh all day, because the M&amp;amp;M Sisters are very, very, funny. That's not ALL we do. We tend celebrity parties too, and we might just get into the Red Carpet one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thank you, Anya!!! Margie and Melody really appreciate that you work with them and help them with their performances. They truly think your terrific!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4008462306624317730?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4008462306624317730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4008462306624317730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4008462306624317730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4008462306624317730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/11/anya-yang-speaking.html' title='ANYA YANG SPEAKING!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4910510480084533238</id><published>2008-10-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:52:43.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEM SOLVED</title><content type='html'>ARE YOU WONDERING WHY MARGIE ISN'T UPDATING ALOT OF STUFF? MARGIE IS HERE TO TELL YOU WHY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      MARGIE: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why? Because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people aren't voting on the polls, and commenting. Remember, the more you comment and vote, the more news I'll be able to type. Oh my gosh I still need to pay my taxes........... bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... THAT WAS MARGIE TO TELL YOU WHY. OH- WHAT MARGIE??? OH, OK. SHE ALSO WANTS TO TELL YOU ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     MARGIE:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am in an ad called OVERWEIGHT PROBLEM and it's this merchandise that decreases you're weight in just a few days. I tried it and it worked. If it doesn't work, that means you are too overweight for the medicine to work. So, eat healthy and excersize just like what I do now, to prevent from getting overweight. The medicine is basically(I don't know if I spelled that right) a pill that has different kinds of flavors, such as strawberry, grape, melon, etc. So, buy this product and be more skinny so more people will think you look good. Eat healthy and excersize!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4910510480084533238?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4910510480084533238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4910510480084533238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4910510480084533238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4910510480084533238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/10/problem-solved.html' title='PROBLEM SOLVED'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-3064086597280878853</id><published>2008-09-21T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:15:25.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's another story!!!</title><content type='html'>MARY, THE GENIUS&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     By Margie Jiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Once there was a girl, a beautiful girl, whose name was…Mary. Now, we’re not talking about the “Mary had a little lamb” story. This one is different because this story is about a girl in Washington, whose genius changed everything …&lt;br /&gt;                   “Whoa! Slow down Mary!” Mary was a ten year old girl. She was bounding through the snow, making a blur to her dad. Snowflakes were falling. Mary caught little snowflakes on her tongue, while she ran and bounced. After a while, she stopped and rested under a large tree. Finally, Mary’s father came running toward her. He looked out of breath-and he was. “Next time, run slower. I know you are excited, but run slower,” he choked. ”Aw dad, you need to exercise. Besides, this is my first time seeing snow. Don’t you want me to enjoy what I see?” Mary asked, in her sweetest voice as she lay on the fluffy, white snow. “Well, next time, you stay by my side, OK?” said Mary’s dad, still panting. “Well… ok. Anyways, what’s in your hands pa?” asked Mary. The truth was that Mary’s dad was a hunter, but he never told Mary, for she loved animals. Now, Mary had never seen a REAL animal. Her dad brought her toy animals, which Mary thought was real. Mary’s dad looked in his hands. He knew that he had been caught. The only thing to do was to lie. Mary’s dad didn’t like lying so much. Whenever he lied, his nose twitched. Mary thought that the “nose twitching part” was weird. Anyway, as he held the dead snowshoe hare, Mary ran over to him. She held her nose in disgust. “Daddy, what is this? It doesn’t seem like an animal!” Mary complained. Uh! Mary’s dad couldn’t stand lying to his daughter! “Mary, uh- this- um- what- I’m- saying- is- um- sorry! This is a real animal!  It is a snowshoe hare!!!” Mary’s dad blurted out. “What? This can’t be! How ridiculous! Daddy! Why did you kill it?! I can’t believe that it’s a real animal!” Mary said, confused. “I had to kill it for us to survive!” Mary’s dad answered. Mary burst into tears. She put her head on the snowshoe hare. Mary’s dad looked at the scene. Oh, why had he told Mary that the snowshoe hare was a real animal? Still, he felt relieved. Holding that comment in his mind didn’t feel so comfortable. Mary’s dad was still thinking about the comment when he and Mary were walking home after their exhausting adventure. Finally, they got home. Mary decided that she would go to the White House tomorrow, and make a speech. It’s just not right to kill animals. What if someone killed HER? That would be the same thing as killing animals! Someone’s got to do SOMETHING! It has to be someone brave enough to speak up, someone sturdy enough to get the people agree, and it has to be someone strong enough to avoid the look on the people’s faces. Mary was that person. She was brave. She was sturdy. She was strong. She was ready! That night, Mary couldn’t sleep. Why? She was thinking about what to say in the White House! It wasn’t as easy as Mary thought. She would have to prove that she was a genius. The next morning, Mary was excited. She jumped around the house like she was riding a horse that was out of control. “Whoa! What’s gotten into you today?” asked Mary’s dad. Of course, Mary hadn’t told him- not yet, but she will right now! “Daddy, I was wondering if I could make a speech at the White House.” Mary said. Once he heard this, Mary’s dad made no sound. “You could watch me.” pleaded Mary. “All right,” Mary’s dad said. YYYIIIPPPEEE!!! Mary’s heart gave a little jump.&lt;br /&gt;            At 1:00 pm, Mary went to the White House. She signed up on the “Who Wants to Give a Speech?” list. About one hour later, Mary found herself on the stage. She started speaking. “I think that we shouldn’t kill animals,” she began. The crowd was amazed that such a young, little girl was speaking to the president! “What if someone killed me? That is like killing animals! You’ve got to think about other things too. To me, I think that animals are treasures, great treasures, and precious treasures. They won’t last forever. Besides, they have given up their lives for ours! Now we have to thank them, but if you kill them, would that be a thank you? Did those animals even bother you? They might like you, and run around you, but if you kill them, why have they liked you in the first time? Think about it. Animals are disappearing from all over the world, and we’ve got to save them. If all animals are gone, what would we do? I hope you understand the lives of the animals,” Mary said, as a tear dropping from her eye. Everyone clapped after her speech. Mary was glad and proud. Everybody agreed! The president made a speech. He said that he agreed with Mary too. There should be no such thing as killing animals for two years. After a month, a law had been made. NO KILLING ANIMALS FOR TWO YEARS!!! it read. Mary was relieved. Having to see animals pass away is sickening. So, that’s the story of Mary, the genius of Washington. [Of course, that story was fiction.]        &lt;br /&gt;                                                     THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-3064086597280878853?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3064086597280878853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=3064086597280878853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3064086597280878853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3064086597280878853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-another-story.html' title='Here&apos;s another story!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-1683114980269651356</id><published>2008-09-07T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:51:09.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STORIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I, Margie Jiang, have created many short stories throughout my life since I was about six or seven. Here is my latest story... it might need improvments, so please comment!!! The story:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Monster Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Margie Jiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you nervous, Louanne? Louanne? Answer me please. LOUANNE KEEN!!!” I snapped out of my daydream. “What? What were you asking me?” My father sighed. I could tell he was annoyed. “Louanne, I didn’t mean to raise my voice too loud, but you know I don’t like to repeat myself again and again. I asked you if you were nervous about meeting someone you don’t know.” “Oh, then here is my answer…” I paused for a moment. “Yes, yes I am nervous,” I finished as I looked at the dark night sky. My mom had died and my father was planning to marry another woman he liked that I didn’t know. Today was the day I would get to see her and visit her house in my dad’s new blue convertible. My father had already been driving 6 hours to get to Rainbow City, Mist Island where the woman lived. He had only stopped from driving 4 times… eating food, buying stuff, drinking, and getting me a little stuffed doggie I wanted. “My father must be tired,” I thought as I hurried back to wondering about my new mom. I wonder what she was like. Would she like me? I began thinking of other questions when SCREECH!!! The car halted to a stop. Finally we were there. I dragged my nervous little feet out the door. Around me were colorful and cheerful little houses with the sunlight on them, making them sparkle. I glanced around, seeing more beautiful sights. My dad pointed to a beat-up old house across the street with the house number, 3248. It was on Creepy Avenue, the only spooky place on the island. That was the only house that wasn’t so cheerful. In fact, it was gloomy and it didn’t have any sunlight which made it look frightening. “That’s the one,” he said. I gulped. That house was scary enough to make me puke! The windows were shattered and the door had a vampire face on it. The doorknob was shaped like a teeth and it was red, like blood! “Are you sure that’s the one?” I asked my dad. There had to be a mistake, but I was wrong. “Yes, honey. The house looks torn and scary, but I called a carpenter and asked him to come fix the house. He will be here in no time!” my father said cheerfully. I couldn’t understand what was so nice and happy. Feeling the goosebumps on my arms, I followed my dad to the house. My dad knocked on the vampire face. I screamed as a black cat came out of the door. Black cats were supposed to bring you bad luck!!! What else could happen? I got my answer as a young lady opened the door. She smiled and held out her hand to shake. I smiled back. My father was right. She was very polite and nice. I leaned a little closer to shake her hand when I noticed a big red mark on her teeth. Could it be blood? I shivered. The lady grinned and said in a spooky tone, “Nice to meet you, Louanne. Your handsome father told me all about you. I’m Ms. Vampie, your future mother.” I backed up a little. Her name sounded like Ms. Vampire. Maybe she was a vampire!!! “Could it be?” I asked myself. What about the blood? How about the dark house, and the shattered windows? I had heard that vampires love to live in the dark. The house was all black and dark with only one faded little red lantern. Ms. Vampie led us into her home. I gulped. This was my worst nightmare. It had to be a dream. “Wake up, Louanne! Wake up!” I said to myself. “Um, may I ask, why are you slapping yourself?” A voice asked. I opened my eyes again and expected to see my bright and cheerful room with my dad at the door, but instead, I saw a face right in front of me, blinking. It was Ms. Vampie! “Ah!!!” I cried. “I want to go home!!!” “Now, now, you haven’t seen the rest of my house yet,” Ms. Vampie said, backing up from my face. She help up the red lantern and began walking again. My father followed her and beamed. "Isn't she gorgeous?" he asked. "Uh... yeah, sure. Very gorgeous," I replied. My dad smiled and said, "I knew you would like her. She is beautiful!!!" I groaned. He was love sick!!! I thought I saw hearts in his eyes. Ew! I stopped and tried to tiptoe quietly so I could escape. The black cat stared at me. I whispered," Hey cat, promise you won't tell Ms. Vampie that I escaped. Promise?" The cat meowed. "I'll take that as a yes, promise. Good cat, "I praised. "Now I have to hurry out of here!!! As sly as a ninja, I crwled on the floor to the door so Ms. Vampie and my dad wouldn't see me. Suddenly, the cat meowed loudly. I covered my ears. The echo's bounced off the wall. Ouch. My ears hurt. 5 seconds later, I heard footsteps. "Uh, oh," I thought. It probably was Ms Vampie!!! I covered my eyes so I wouldn't see my self die. "Louanne!!! Bad girl!" A voice said. "You know better than running off!" I slowly opened my eyes. In front of me was my dad. I sighed a sigh of relief. Then I said, "I'm sorry daddy. I won't wander around anymore." There. I said sorry. I paused. "Where's Ms. Vampie?" I asked. "In the kitchen. She is making a nice, refreshing drink for us. Hurry if you want some," replied my dad. "Follow me or else you won't get any drinks." "I'll pass. I don't feel very well. Maybe because... uh...I am... full," I said hoarsely. "You DO look a little pale," said my dad calmly. "Come on. I'll show you the bedrooms and then you can rest a bit while I go get something to drink." I had no choice but to go with my dad. I sighed. At least my dad could protect me from being eaten by my future mom, the vampire. As we were walking, I remembered I was in a spooky house. I gulped. Thinking about that made me shiver. I leaned towards my father’s ear and whispered, “Can we go home &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? I’m scared. We already saw most of her house. This is enough for me.” My dad looked at me. His face against the red lantern looked like he drank blood. He whispered back, “No! You didn't even rest yet. It is indeed very bad to leave a person’s house without appreciating what she has in store for you! You should even be happy that she actually is showing you her wonderful house! I know it’s scary, but the carpenter will fix everything!!!” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t appreciating anything. Soon, we were done touring her home. As I pulled my dad away before he said goodbye, I noticed that his teeth were red too!!! “D-d-daddy, why are your teeth red?” I asked. “Oh, about that. Remember when&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I said that I was going to get a drink from Ms. Vampie? The drink was fruit punch. It was satisfying- and delicous for the first time ever!!! I also ate a chicken wing and some sour worms. Those weren't as good as the fruit punch though." I winced. My dad was so different. He usually hated fruit punch! Even if he tried to drink it he would still throw up. He also hated anything that was sour. So, why now? Another type of food he had always hated were animals. Chicken wings belonged to animals. He should be complaining about the chicken right now!!! Something was wrong, and I needed to find out, or else my father and I could be in great danger!!! Well, mostly I. What was next? Him, eating flies? Or-or-or, him ea…ea…eating m-m-me?! I planned to find out what was wrong… in the morning. Vampires sleep in the morning, so I would sneak out my house, ask my best friend’s dad to drive me to Creepy Avenue, go into Ms. Vampie’s house, and find out what Ms. Vampie (or should I call her Ms. Vampire) had done to my father. I loved him just too much. I already lost my mom. Losing my dad too would be worse, and being stuck with a vampire is so not going to happen! I wouldn’t want to die just like every other member in the family. I’d rather eat the foods I absolutely hated- Zucchini and oysters. Yuck. Very gross, but really, I’d rather do that. I had to be careful when I’m sneaking in Ms. Vampie’s house- or else… or else…I could become her next dinner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED… Monster Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Monster Series, M&amp;amp;M Sisters Books Com., Union City, CA 2008&lt;br /&gt;Continued in 2009…MONSTER&lt;br /&gt;OTHER BOOKS IN THE MONSTER SERIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER TEACHER&lt;br /&gt;MONSTAR PRINCIPAL&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER BABYSITTER&lt;br /&gt;MONSTER COACH…STAY TUNED FOR SOME MONSTER FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-1683114980269651356?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1683114980269651356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=1683114980269651356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/1683114980269651356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/1683114980269651356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-margie-jiang-have-created-many-short.html' title='STORIES!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-8351339803484034053</id><published>2008-09-03T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:11:24.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite star and my e-mail</title><content type='html'>Hey, what's up? It's Margie. First topic. Do you know who is your favorite star? Well, mine is Selena Gomez. She is adorable and pretty, not to mention hilarious!!! Oh, and my last topic...&lt;br /&gt;e-mail. Right. My e-mails (I have two) are: &lt;a href="mailto:margieajiang@gmail.com"&gt;margieajiang@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="mailto:margieajiang@yahoo.com"&gt;margieajiang@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-8351339803484034053?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8351339803484034053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=8351339803484034053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/8351339803484034053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/8351339803484034053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-favorite-star-and-my-e-mail.html' title='My favorite star and my e-mail'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7021370034431661779</id><published>2008-09-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:14:01.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMENT, PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi. Margie here. I just wanted to remind you that it is definetely no problem to comment and tell me how to improve my sister and I's blog. Do you think it's super? Awesome? Great? Good? Bad? Tell me! I need my blog to be more interesting in order for you to want to read it. Oh, comment AND vote, because there will be a poll on what you think about this blog. But still, don't hesitate from commenting! Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7021370034431661779?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7021370034431661779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7021370034431661779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7021370034431661779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7021370034431661779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/09/comment-please.html' title='COMMENT, PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7408720086961602597</id><published>2008-08-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:58:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK Comedy Crew</title><content type='html'>Hi!!! This is Margie, one of the M&amp;amp;M Sisters. I just wanted to say that me and my friends have been creating a comedy webshow called IDK WEBSHOW. Hey, who said I couldn't be funny too?! Anyways, visit the IDK website at &lt;a href="http://idkwebshowrox.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://idkwebshowrox.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and see what I have been through. By the way, I play kind Selena in the webshow. Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7408720086961602597?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7408720086961602597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7408720086961602597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7408720086961602597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7408720086961602597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/idk-comedy-crew.html' title='IDK Comedy Crew'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-2873470279672157343</id><published>2008-08-25T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:08:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK- TO- SCHOOL- TIPS FROM MARGIE JIANG:</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm Margie, one of the M&amp;amp;M Sisters. I know, big fan of me? Thanks. Anyways, let's focus on our topic. I'm here to talk to you about-... um... what was it?... uh... heh, heh... ooopsies. I think I forgot. Wait, oh yeah. Back-to-school tips, am I right? I'm right? Ok. I'm already!!! First thing you gotta do is choose your outfit. Try not to wear a long dress or else you can't play and run. Instead, wear skirts, shirts, blouses, anything else that's your style and NOT a dress. Second, jewelry alert. Don't wear too much jewelry. It just doesn't look like you. Oh, and DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT wear any makeup, unless you are a teacher. Just act natural. You don't need makeup or perfume and stuff just to make friends and be popular. It is you that make people want to be your friends. Not just because of your bling- bling bling!!! Oh no! Something is going to happen...uh- oh...I'm feeling something coming to me with my laughter!!! Watch out...here it comes...ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!! I even laugh at my own jokes. Whoo! Ok, back to advices. Now where was I&lt;em&gt;? Oh yeah. &lt;/em&gt;Third rule. Don't try to be someone else. If your friend likes something that you think is yucky, then don't say,"Oh yeah. I love that!" Tell them that you don't like it, but there is no problem if she or he gets it. Last rule. Wow. We are getting through this very fast. Be yourself throughout the whole school year. Act natural and think positive. Will friends like you if you are mean or rude? It's not all about your beauty on the outside. Look on the inside. If a person is not exactly the most best looking, but still is very kind and sweet, he or she would make a really good friend. If a person is so pretty with all the bling, but he or she is really rude, then that is not the person you are looking for. Remember, think outside the box. You are a really nice human being and you appreciate who you are. No matter whatever people say, you are you today. Wait. I'll sing it that line again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what people say, you are you today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So enjoy life with a smile, always. Ignore people who get in the way too much and that are mean. That's the end of my advices. Have fun!!! Bye! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be confident, be strong, be yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-2873470279672157343?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2873470279672157343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=2873470279672157343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2873470279672157343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2873470279672157343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-tips-from-margie-jiang.html' title='BACK- TO- SCHOOL- TIPS FROM MARGIE JIANG:'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-3205400734931755327</id><published>2008-08-25T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:59:16.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER COOL NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, hello. Do you know who is right in front of you? Me! Margie Jiang, the older M&amp;amp;M Sister. There has been a lot going on with me and my sister, Melody. We are going to see some very famous stars in the next 4 months! Can you believe it?! Here are the stars we get to meet LIVE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetah Girls in December 2008&lt;br /&gt;Celine Dion in November 2008&lt;br /&gt;Beijing Olympic gymnastic stars in September 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cool? We also saw David Copperful in Las Vegas! He is super famous! Anyways, we are very excited. You can see these stars too! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/"&gt;http://www.ticketmaster.com/&lt;/a&gt; for times and dates. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh! Can you believe it?! You are actually going to see Celine Dion!" "I know, that is so cool!!!" "That's awesome!" *Video tape closes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-3205400734931755327?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3205400734931755327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=3205400734931755327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3205400734931755327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3205400734931755327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-cool-news.html' title='SUPER COOL NEWS!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7769219629085803102</id><published>2008-08-22T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:36:53.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petty</title><content type='html'>On August 21, 2008, Margie and Melody went to Petco to find the perfect fish. They came upon a male betta, with sparkly blue and purple skin. Margie liked that one, and Melody did too, so they bought it. Since they bought the fish at Petco, Melody and Margie decided to name it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ty. At night, Margie kissed the Petty goodnight and went to bed. The next morning, it was time to put Petty into his new home. Margie got a small fish net and tried to dig up Petty. It was hard! Petty kept swimming too fast for Margie to dig up. Finally she got it, but Petty flopped around too much and landed on the table. Margie grabbed him, and all was safe again. In the tank, Petty swam happily around. Margie was glad she got Petty inside the tank before it was too late. He could have died! Thankfully, he didn't, so Margie was releived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7769219629085803102?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7769219629085803102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7769219629085803102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7769219629085803102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7769219629085803102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/petty.html' title='Petty'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-2770291406697336029</id><published>2008-08-22T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:34:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELODY LOST</title><content type='html'>Bad News. Today, August 22, 2008, I, Mark, just found out that Melody lost in the USA World Showcase. She didn't even get 4th place! Oh well. Anyways, people who voted, Melody really appreciated your help and votes. She did get to the top ten, after all. Well, thank you! Hey, Jessica don't cry. It's ok if Melody lost. "I know. It's just that we worked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hard!" Hey, it's ok. "I know. I'm better now." BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-2770291406697336029?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2770291406697336029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=2770291406697336029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2770291406697336029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/2770291406697336029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/melody-lost.html' title='MELODY LOST'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-6163390197593392588</id><published>2008-08-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:00:20.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PARTY</title><content type='html'>Wow! The party was awesome!!! All of Margie and Melody's fans were crowding around them, asking for autographs. We had a "bobbing for apples" contest and Margie won. There was also an egg drop contest. Jane, Jessica's younger sister, had the idea of a foam- and- cotton-box. She dropped it, and I saw that the egg didn't even crack. Wow! I really enjoyed the party. Miley Cyrus and Ashley Tisdale were there, signing autographs and taking pictures.  They also sang their hit songs, Miley Cyrus: Driveway, Ashley Tisdale: He said She said. Oh, and of course I took some pictures of the M&amp;amp;M Sisters, but since this computer is not able to show me the pics, I'll show you later, ok? Anyways, I loved the food! There were noodles, cookies, egg rolls, salad, grilled cheese sandwiches, and more!!! My favorite food was the fried chicken strips. Crunchy on the outside...tender on the inside. I also loved the drinks. There were fruit punch, apple juice, orange juice, lemonade, pink lemonade, sprite, vitamin drinks, and gatorade. When I was drinking pink lemonade, I fell in love with it and asked for more. It was delicous!!! Then, everyone gathered around to hear Margie and Melody's past. Everybody was laughing very hard after Margie and Melody was done. The M&amp;amp;M Sisters were absoulutley hilarious!!! After that, Miley Cyrus and Ashley Tisdale announced that they have a present to give the M&amp;amp;M Sisters. "A gift, for us? You are too kind," Margie said. They unwrapped the present and inside it was... all they ever wanted!!! A cute little puppy! Miley gave Margie the dog supplies and Ashley hauled the puppy into Melody's arms. I went to pet the puppy and asked, "what are you going to name this pup?" Margie answered back. "I'll name it, Selena." Everyone clapped and cheered. Margie hugged Miley and thanked her. Melody hugged Ashley and thanked her. Then, everyone picked up their belongings and left the room. The party had ended. Ok. That's it. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-6163390197593392588?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6163390197593392588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=6163390197593392588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/6163390197593392588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/6163390197593392588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/party.html' title='THE PARTY'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-7772343433381028005</id><published>2008-08-20T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:24:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Stars</title><content type='html'>Hello. This is Mark. You can reconize me from the interviews as the video person. It was very fun. Anyways, Margie and Melody really wanted to add in their friends to this blog. So I asked some of their friends what they voted on the star poll. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGIE: SELENA GOMEZ&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTN JANICEK: MILEY CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;ALYSSA JIANG: MILEY CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;EMILY: MILEY CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;CHARLOTTE YUAN: MILEY CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;MEGUMI: MILEY CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little kiddos didn't vote, but I did ask them!&lt;br /&gt;MELODY: SELENA GOMEZ&lt;br /&gt;MAYA: ASHLEY TISDALE&lt;br /&gt;CAMILLE: ASHLEY TISDALE&lt;br /&gt;DENA: ASHLEY TISDALE&lt;br /&gt;ARIELLE: ASHLEY TISDALE&lt;br /&gt;ALEXIS: ASHLEY TISDALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Every column has lots of Miley cyrus or Ashley Tisdale lovers. That's why I decided that the staff should hold a favorite star party. The winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILEY CYRUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY TISDALE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations winners! The staff is busy "pumpin up the party" and "boppin' to the top." So there will be a post on the party in case you missed it. Anyways, you should feel very happy for your stars!!! Margie and Melody don't care about their favorite star losing. They just want to&lt;br /&gt;P-A-R-T-Y!!! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-7772343433381028005?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7772343433381028005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=7772343433381028005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7772343433381028005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/7772343433381028005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/favorite-stars.html' title='Favorite Stars'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-6900260094391382704</id><published>2008-08-20T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:22:37.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back with the Interview!</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm back. Phew! It took me a while to fix that video recorder. Mark was really tired and suggested that we could come back next month to do Melody's interview, but I knew that Melody had to do her interview no matter what. *Gasps* Did I say too much about that topic? Well then, ooops. Wrong subject. If you don't know what I'm talking about, scroll down until you find Drama Interview with M&amp;amp;M Sisters. I don't have time to explain. Anyways, the video is fixed now and we are all set.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Ready, set, action!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! Keep it down Mark! Oh well. Here is Melody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In: Hello little Melody. Do you like your songs that you sing in M&amp;amp;M Sisters?&lt;br /&gt;M: *Nodding*&lt;br /&gt;In: Ha ha! Are you a little sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;In: Ha ha! Well then, when did you start dancing?&lt;br /&gt;M: When I was three.&lt;br /&gt;In: Impressive! Cool. Do you dance as good as your sister, Margie? Like doing three turns?&lt;br /&gt;M: No. I can't do three turns, but I can do two turns if I try really hard.&lt;br /&gt;In: Amazing! This little one is only five and she can do two turns! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;M: But I can only do two turns with my stocking on.&lt;br /&gt;In: That's ok. Wait. You are wearing stockings now. Can you do some turns for me?&lt;br /&gt;M: I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;In: Ok honey. There you go. Wow! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;M: *two turns*&lt;br /&gt;In: Neat!!! You are like a rocket!&lt;br /&gt;M: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;In: So tell me, do you like to sing?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;In: Can you sing a sing a song for me?&lt;br /&gt;M: Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People think I'm ugly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I don't think it's true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause' I know that you are you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm me. Inside my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a start to a beautiful life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Great song! Who taught you this wonderful masterpeice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: Margie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: As I said, she is amazing and wonderful! Don't worry. You are too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: So anyways, where do you buy all your fashionable clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: Li-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limited Too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Where is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: In the New Park Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Cool. Now I know where to shop for my children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: Ha ha ha! That's very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Do you know where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can get some new clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Limited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the New Park Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Terrific! That's the first thing I'm going to do when I return home- shopping at The Limited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In:Ok. I think that's the end of our interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: That was very short. It only took like two minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Actually, dear, it's five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In: Oh well. Wave goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M: Bye everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup! Bye now. *Video tape closes but still records* "Wow! That was a great interview! Only five minutes!" "I know, Ms. Liu. Or should I call you Ms. Linda?" "You can call me anything!" "Ok." "Hey. The video recorder is still flashing." "Mark, I told you to turn it off!" "Sorry." *Turns video camera off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-6900260094391382704?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6900260094391382704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=6900260094391382704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/6900260094391382704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/6900260094391382704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-back-with-interview.html' title='We are back with the Interview!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4946691819645857346</id><published>2008-08-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:21:32.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Interview with M&amp;M Sisters</title><content type='html'>Ok. Today is the day to interview the M&amp;amp;M Sisters. We are here at the Las Vegas Hilton Hotel- with Margie and Melody by our side. First up- it's Margie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In: Hi. I'm here to interview you. Now tell me, we all know you as the older M&amp;amp;M sister, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;M: Good one. You are absoulutely correct.&lt;br /&gt;In: Neat. It's not everyday you get to meet a future star! Is it?&lt;br /&gt;M: No. Most people want other careers, but I want to be famous and sing my heart out to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;In: Wow. Now tell me, what's your talent?&lt;br /&gt;M: All my friends know this- my talent is dancing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;In: Two! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;M: I know. It feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;In: Where did you first learn how to dance?&lt;br /&gt;M: At a studio in Sunnyvale. It was called Dance Attack.&lt;br /&gt;In: Dance Attack! People who are looking at this, write that down. Everyone needs to know that a future star used to dance there!&lt;br /&gt;M: Ha ha! You are so funny. Where did you get your sense of humor? I don't have it often.&lt;br /&gt;In: Ha ha! Oh. You just used it.&lt;br /&gt;M: What?&lt;br /&gt;In: That was funny- sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;M: Cool. I actually made someone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;In: Ha! Another good one! You are a natural.&lt;br /&gt;M: Thanks! You are a natural too. Everybody's a natural!&lt;br /&gt;In: You are right.&lt;br /&gt;M: All you have to do is be confident, be strong, and just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;In: *Sniff, sniff* That was very touching.&lt;br /&gt;M: Thanks. I like to say that very often. It kind of like my slogan.&lt;br /&gt;In: Wow. Alright! I think we are done here. Let's say bye!&lt;br /&gt;M: Bye! Remember, be confident, be strong, be yours-&lt;br /&gt;Cameraman: And...cut!&lt;br /&gt;M: Hey! I didn't even get to finish my sentence. Put the video back on, please.&lt;br /&gt;In: Oh well. Wait, the video is still recording. It recorded our voice already! Let me go and talk to Mark for a second.&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh no! Jessica! Be-*Crash, Bang!* Careful. Um... let me help you...&lt;br /&gt;In: Thanks. Mark! Stop the video! Stop the video!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops. That was a bit rough at the end. Stay here while I go help Margie and Jessica, the interview person. Jessica, are you ok? "Oof! Uh... yeah I'm fine. Are we still on video tape?" Yes, Jessica. "Oh. Then let's get this over with. Come on, Melody. Time for your interview! " OK! Now we are back, but this time, it's... Mel...y!!! Wai..we...see...to...be...hav...a...prob...we...wil...be...bac...soon...wi...&lt;br /&gt;this...new...pos...by...! "Hey! The video tape is broken. " "But, then we can't do our interview." "Maybe next time." Oh man!" "But I promise to fix the video tape soon." Ok." "Hey, the video tape is still working!" "Yay!" "Wai...it's...not...workin...oh...wel...*beep beep*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4946691819645857346?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4946691819645857346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4946691819645857346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4946691819645857346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4946691819645857346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/interview-time.html' title='Drama Interview with M&amp;M Sisters'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-560232875237344230</id><published>2008-08-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:48:13.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE DANCE!!!</title><content type='html'>The M&amp;amp;M Sisters love to dance! They do dance competitions at a studio in Fremont. The studio is called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yoko's Dance and Performing Arts Academy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what they want to say about dancing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absoulutely love to dance!!! This studio is totally amazing! I started dancing when I was three and danced at another studio called Dance Attack. Then I moved here and making friends was really cool and popular. Especially my best friend Maria Sim. She is so flexible!!! I think she is very nice too. The dance competitions are very fun!!! I went to KAR, Showstopper, Star System, Hall of Fame, Star Power, KAR Nationals, and Showstopper Nationals. In 2008, at KAR Nationals, one of my dances called Remembrance got first and ended up as the National Primary Champions!!! That was AmAzInG! You can never put dancing at the bottom of the my favorite things to do list. Instead, put it on the top of the list! Well, that's it. Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELODY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing feels so good! It can express your feelings. Sad...angry...happy. The feeling totally melt in you heart. You can never give up dancing! I started when I was three at this studio. Dancing is my dream. I just say go for it! There is nothing that you can't do. You just have to try harder! That's it. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you just feel like dancing now since they explained all about it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Go to &lt;a href="http://www.yokosdance.com/"&gt;http://www.yokosdance.com/&lt;/a&gt; and visit all the things that you could do... just like Margie and Melody. Have fun! Oh, by the way, here are Margie and Melody's favorite teachers in the studio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Young&lt;br /&gt;Dana&lt;br /&gt;Sara Carter&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hsi&lt;br /&gt;Clara Ma&lt;br /&gt;Hannie Dong&lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Carson&lt;br /&gt;Yasmina&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Davis&lt;br /&gt;Erin Ellis&lt;br /&gt;Megan Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELODY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Young&lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;br /&gt;Lea&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Carson&lt;br /&gt;Dana&lt;br /&gt;Sara Carter&lt;br /&gt;Karen Hsi&lt;br /&gt;Megan Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That was their favorite teachers. Hope to see you soon! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-560232875237344230?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/560232875237344230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=560232875237344230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/560232875237344230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/560232875237344230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-dance.html' title='LOVE DANCE!!!'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4272580896483678123</id><published>2008-08-18T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:17:17.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USA World Showcase</title><content type='html'>The voting has gone wild! This is the very last round. Please, please help! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.usaworldshowcase.com/"&gt;http://www.usaworldshowcase.com/&lt;/a&gt; and click on vote. Then find Melody Jiang and click on her, or you could click on Honorable Mention and scroll down until you find Margie Jiang. This post will continue when we have the results. Hold on tight- because we will continue soon- with its results and discoveries. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4272580896483678123?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4272580896483678123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4272580896483678123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4272580896483678123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4272580896483678123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/usa-world-showcase-coming-soon-with.html' title='USA World Showcase'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-3079823376629960600</id><published>2008-08-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:17:03.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National American Miss</title><content type='html'>On August 1, 2008, Melody and Margie went to a pageant called National American Miss. There, they did a(n) introduction, interview, a talent show, and a pageant. While they were there, they met lots of kind and new friends. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr. Pre-Teen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARGIE JIANG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jr. Pre-Teen State Finalist&lt;br /&gt;Best Thank-you note winner&lt;br /&gt;Jr. Pre- Teen Talent winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELODY JIANG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Princess 3rd runner up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess State Finalist&lt;br /&gt;Best Thank-you note 1st runner up&lt;br /&gt;Princess Talent Winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wasn't that cool and just awesome? You can do that too, but first let's see what Melody and Margie have to say about this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGIE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was terrific. Not only did I win two things, but I also made wonderful new friends!!! There names are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ariana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank them for being so nice and so friendly. Anyways, I am not upset that I didn't get to be the winner- Miss Jr. Pre-Teen. Making new friends and new discoveries is way more cooler!!! That only was my first time. I'm sure I can win next time if I try even harder and believe in myself. I am confident, I am strong, I am me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELODY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"National American Miss is amazing!!! I made new friends and met some very nice people in the staff. In the beggining of the National American Miss Princess show, all the princess contestants and I performed a dance that the NAM(National American Miss)choreoghrapher's made up. It was very fun! The song was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking On a Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". I love the music!!! Aaah... anyways, I just want to thank my mom for giving me this oppurtunity to shine and just be in the spotlight by myself. I also want to thank my dad for going there and cheering me on. He also went with me during the pageant. &lt;em&gt;Walking me onstage...holding my arms...giving me flowers. &lt;/em&gt;So magical!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you can do that too. Just go to &lt;a href="http://www.nationalamericanmiss.com/"&gt;http://www.nationalamericanmiss.com/&lt;/a&gt; or go to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt; and type in National American Miss Pageant. Either way, you will definetly have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-3079823376629960600?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3079823376629960600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=3079823376629960600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3079823376629960600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/3079823376629960600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-american-miss.html' title='National American Miss'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387141423375247768.post-4270546407350767923</id><published>2008-08-18T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:55:05.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi. We're Margie and Melody- the M&amp;amp;M Sisters. You mght not know this, but we are the future stars. I, Margie Jiang, the older sister, had already created tons of songs. Here are the list of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Don't Leave Me&lt;br /&gt;2.Put Your Groove On&lt;br /&gt;3.You and I Were Meant to be Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just some of my songs so far. There is so much more!!! Here are Melody's songs so far:&lt;br /&gt;1.Singo Singo&lt;br /&gt;2.I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That's about it. Anyways, remember, you are at the M&amp;amp;M sister's blog. In the future, you will be excited that you had looked into a star's blog!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387141423375247768-4270546407350767923?l=wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4270546407350767923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7387141423375247768&amp;postID=4270546407350767923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4270546407350767923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387141423375247768/posts/default/4270546407350767923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwsisterstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Margie Jiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01547192146198597059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OqOhx_FGNxE/SX_LAnav4oI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iDGh7x3_3IU/S220/teacup-and-toy-pets.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
