<?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-4177704721009822840</id><updated>2011-11-08T10:41:53.873+08:00</updated><category term='You said you will wait for me .....'/><category term='MARIA♥SICHEN'/><title type='text'>littlebiatch-maria</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>430</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4146249091829247566</id><published>2009-01-04T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:34:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Singaporeans and Filipinos and foreigners, I have an announcement to make. To prevent confusion for those mentally slow, I shall blog it out in number form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a second blog. Yeap, the one I was blogging about in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm still keeping this blog. That's why I call it a second blog, not a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;3) Please&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do not&lt;/span&gt; relink me until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;4) My second blog's link: &lt;a href="http://xoxo-mariasocorro.blogspot.com"&gt;xoxo-mariasocorro.blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do drop a comment in the comment box! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much and have a wonderful evening (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4146249091829247566?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4146249091829247566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4146249091829247566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4146249091829247566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4146249091829247566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-singaporeans-and-filipinos-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1779872292503748125</id><published>2009-01-04T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:59:10.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, it has been so long since I last blogged. Well, to me it's long, that is. And k no essay cuz apparently, I only wrote 3 sentences, HAHA. I won't be an active blogger anymore because it's streaming year. So joyous, I'll be sticking my head in books, even when I'm shitting. K not surprising cuz I always do that, HAHA. Anyway, yeah I gotta concentrate on stu-freaking-dies if I wanna go to 3-3! Means 3 pure Sciences, mmm... Well what was I talking about? Forget it cuz I already forgotten. Anyway, I'm working on a new blog. And you have to admit it's pretty because I find it really pretty! :D But nahaha, it's for me to know and for no one (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;except those 2 guys&lt;/span&gt;) to find out! Haha but you won't know that it's pretty if that's the case. Haha dumb dumb dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well anyway, school has started, yes, and pleasant? I haven't decided. I was sent out during attire check but I'm alright with it because I was innocent and the teachers knew it so I was spared. Whoopie! K so my brown extension went off and was replaced by a black one and I'm gonna make my culottes longer and ta-da! Queen of Nerd will arrive, ya people! Well dumb cuz Maria and Nerd repels. They don't go together. It's like red bra and a white T-shirt. Yeah so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; Met Baby below and he passed me his guitar. Nyehehehe, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt; me his guitar, complete with the case, pick and a book! :D I know you're jealous! Left the precious at home then went down again. We headed to Chong Pang to get my contact lens. We ended up walking a one big whooping round cuz I couldn't find the optical shop :/ Bused back to Yishun MRT station, then took the MRT to Orchard. Went to Far East, did my hair then walked around. He bought an Airwalk bag which is damn nice I swear, and I'm gonna buy the exact same one! Had Carl's JR for lunch :D K but before that, we got lost again cuz he don't wanna listen to me! Haha, second adventure baby! Took bus number I-don't-know-what to supposedly Raffles Boulevard so that we can take a direct bus to Woodlands. But I saw Plaza Singapura and wanted to go there so we alighted. Walked around then took the MRT back to Woodlands. Reached home at around 7.30pm. Hah, damn early I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt; Attended 11am mass then went to Causeway Point. And I saw Hazmie. Well I have to mention that because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; see him! Like he's stalking me or I'm stalking him, but I swear I wasn't! Anyway, met Sheela and we walked around and everywhere to get Sacha her birthday present. And I was walking on an empty stomach, I swear I could've fainted. And no, we were walking on the ground, not empty stomach, you you get what I meant. LOL, try picturing walking on empty stomach literally....... One word: Ew! And oh, talking bout birthday present, I haven't bought Baby his present yet! Shucks, shit, how?! Anyway, met Mama and Noel and Sheela, Noel and I had our lunch while mum went shopping. Went home after going to arcade. Noel is such a professional player I swear! K I'm very sleepy all of a sudden, so till here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you know I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1779872292503748125?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1779872292503748125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1779872292503748125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1779872292503748125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1779872292503748125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-it-has-been-so-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-8620628743285123839</id><published>2009-01-01T20:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:20:32.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy8CtU0oXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_U0tlVN_Vao/s1600-h/DSC03115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy8CtU0oXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_U0tlVN_Vao/s200/DSC03115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286306817338810738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy7zgHXIQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uJz_OrJVzj8/s1600-h/DSC03117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy7zgHXIQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/uJz_OrJVzj8/s200/DSC03117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286306556094652674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy7rcCiliI/AAAAAAAAAns/bESZ-Ay58kU/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy7rcCiliI/AAAAAAAAAns/bESZ-Ay58kU/s200/DSC03122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286306417561736738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy7VovyOFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cPtEgvjgRbk/s1600-h/DSC03116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy7VovyOFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cPtEgvjgRbk/s200/DSC03116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286306043015608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy6164QWaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/OoeSug3lJnQ/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy6164QWaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/OoeSug3lJnQ/s200/DSC03120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286305498127161762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; YEAR &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it has been forever since I last blogged. K anyway, ain't got time to blog like a blog whore honey. I think I'm gonna copy/do somemore of my holiday assignments. Yeah, I hardly done any. Oh my gay, school is like tomorrow and it's 2009! Yikes! Happy new year again darlings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 28 Dec 08:&lt;/span&gt; Met Daniel and bused to JP's house. Long story short, we slacked around in his house and outside his house and finally watched a movie. K we were supposed to be there for a movie marathon. But we began the movie at like, 11.30pm? Haha, I left at around midnight with Daniel and reached home at almost 1am. And I made a new friend named Sara :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Monday, 29 Dec 08:&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember what I did. I think I went out to with Daniel to do homework. Yeah I guess that was what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tuesday, 30 Dec 08:&lt;/span&gt; I brought Noel to meet Sacha and Sheela. Had McDonald's, then went to Sacha's house. After Sheela left, the both of us went to Causeway Point to meet JP and gang {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Clarisson, Joshua Marc and Gian&lt;/span&gt;}. Went shopping, then had Long John for dinner with mum and Noel. Prepared and stuffs for New Year Eve :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wednesday, 31 Dec 08:&lt;/span&gt; New Year Eve Ball in Church!:D The day I was waiting for. Believe me, just for that night, I spent a total of $22 to have my hair temporarily straightened and a black shawl from Helen. K such a waste of money I know. I was supposed to meet Daniel at 6.30pm but I met him at almost 7pm instead because both my mum and I have no idea on how to glue the eyelashes onto my eyes. Cab to church, chatted with Brandon (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sec 1&lt;/span&gt;) then attended mass with the gang {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gian, Joshua Marc, Desiree, Daniel and Avelyn&lt;/span&gt;}. Sara came after mass :D Went to Al-Ameen for dinner in our dresses and tuxedo, LOL. And guess what, I saw Chee Siong! Went back to church and danced and sat and slacked and stuffs. K long story short again, those are pretty much what we did. Had the countdown, it was insane I swear cuz they started counting from like what, 80? After Sacha came, Daniel, JP, Sacha and I were like a gang. They went home, Daniel and I went to opposite S11 *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;winks to Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;* and slept. K I was the one sleeping. Cab home and guess what, I was locked outside! LOL, my mum forgotten that I'd be returning after 1am and before 7am so she locked the door. I sat outside and slept for like 10 minutes or so, then started banging the door and gate and making alot of noise till my mum FINALLY woke up. Gosh, I was out for like an hour. From 5.15am till 6am plus. Whats more, my legs hurt and I was damn sleepy. That's a happy new year, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so school is starting tomorrow, I can't wait! :D See ya'll sweethearts tomorrow! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-8620628743285123839?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/8620628743285123839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=8620628743285123839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8620628743285123839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8620628743285123839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-whoa-it-has-been-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVy8CtU0oXI/AAAAAAAAAoE/_U0tlVN_Vao/s72-c/DSC03115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-101209369911332950</id><published>2008-12-28T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:37:49.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K this will be such a dull post, yawns. Well it will be a short one too because I have my essays {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;geddit, plural&lt;/span&gt;} to write! Okay so basically I haven't started on the assignments and I'm kinda freaking out now. K shush I gotta shut up to get things done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Went to school with Momma and Noel to buy books. Did a lil shopping after that and went home, yay! What an interesting and fun-filled day. Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Spent the whole day out with bby :D Went to AMK Hub to catch Twilight. Had lunch/dinner at the food fair after that. Ate the usual :D *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;winks to Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;* MRT-ed back to Woodlands and went to the library to find my Edward Cullen. He was either on loan, reserved or MIA. Took 912 to church, had the Youth Eucharist. K the Eucharist was damn funny, especially during the homily. This another Daniel was damn hilarious I swear! Walked over to Sacha's the bused back to neighbourhood with bby. Had supper then went home, which was about 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;That is then the interesting and fun-filled day, hah! (: But what was depressing is that I missed Peter Pan! Can you believe it?! I didn't get to watch Peter Pan because I was out! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K guess what, I felt like ranting about my assignments but I could do with the time on them, LOL. K anyway, I'm gonna post up one of my essay here for everyone to be my teacher and grade it :D Well that will be later because I haven't started on it but I perfectly know what to write. Shit I can't wait to get started! It has been so long since I wrote essays. And essay number 2 is just some dumb police report so I shan't blog it out because it's so dumb. Agree, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bye bye suckers, Edward Cullen ain't gonna eat you! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-101209369911332950?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/101209369911332950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=101209369911332950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/101209369911332950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/101209369911332950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/k-this-will-be-such-dull-post-yawns.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-8878425950393299839</id><published>2008-12-26T12:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:11:24.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfr0LzbXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Nd6bKvMhGyE/s1600-h/merry+xmas+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfr0LzbXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Nd6bKvMhGyE/s200/merry+xmas+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283953469159599474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfmumzi4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/2cxs2Frf7PE/s1600-h/merry+xmas+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfmumzi4I/AAAAAAAAAnM/2cxs2Frf7PE/s200/merry+xmas+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283953381762894722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfhrgbOMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nbIla8x4RxA/s1600-h/merry+xmas+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfhrgbOMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nbIla8x4RxA/s200/merry+xmas+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283953295031482562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas, there's just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own; more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho! It's that time of the year again! :D Merry Christmas everyone! Sorry I'm a day late! Well guess what! My Christmas Eve and Christmas rocked (: Everything turned out well, not the lonely Christmas I was anticipating cuz of the change of plans. I thank God the Father. I know he wants everyone to have a blessed Christmas. And oh, Happy Birthday to Jesus our Brother! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wednesday (Christmas Eve):&lt;/span&gt; I went out some time in the afternoon to meet Aolin. Shopped for presents. Bought a damn cute mug for JP {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hope he likes it&lt;/span&gt;!} and chocolate for Shu Luan, Jen and Jerene. Reached home at around 5.30pm, showered and everything. Bused to Ariani's house, and walked over to 607. It was raining heavily D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was fun, and the food were delicious :D Well like duh cuz how can barbecue not be delicious?! HAHA :D The place was practically invaded by guys. All in black/grey-.- It was only 7pm plus and we just reached the party, but I felt kinda bored already {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I guess Ariani too&lt;/span&gt;}. So we just sat there awkwardly and blahblah. And then we ate and ate and ate, then at around 9pm she had to go home. So I ate and barbecued and chatted with Zhong Wei and ate and barbecued somemore. We were like the only girls there cuz everyone flew off to watch '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Little Nonya&lt;/span&gt;'. While we were barbecuing halfway, the fire started to go off. So Brian helped us with the charcoal and stuffs. It took damn long, like seriously. So I couldn't eat my prawn D: After like forever and ever, the fire was big and yummy ;D Then I ate and talked and barbecued till around 10.30pm. Had to go to church. Well I had fun at the party! Thank you Shu Luan and Jen and Jerene :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 912 to church, first thing I did when I reached was to run off to the toilet and wash my hands. I expected hand soap in the toilet, but there wasn't any! So my hands have to smell of uncooked prawn and chicken, eeeww. So anyway. Met Sacha then Daniel. Waited for JP. But he took forever so Sacha and I went into the church hall and got seated first. Waited for the two guys for a thousand years. And they eventually came, and they looked so cute cuz Daniel was wearing long sleeve and JP was wearing long sleeve too with a vest. And it was so funny during mass. Emmanuel and I were eye-contacting except we both didn't know. K maybe I did know, but I shut up. I could even tell what he was thing, haha! That's the power of eyes *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2 finger point at my eyes then your&lt;/span&gt;s* And oh, I received presents from Daniel, JP and Sacha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K after mass the guys and I went to Al-Ameen, then JP and I went over to Sacha's house. We just sat there and talked and opened presents. JP gave me a cute blue bracelet and Sacha gave me a cute blue blouse. Guess what Daniel gave me!!! K I'll give you two clues: It's so damn sweet and I love it alot. Can't guess? Well cuz you're not as sweet as him! He gave me this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL DIARY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREPAID CARD&lt;/span&gt;!:D Catherine (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;WenXi's sister&lt;/span&gt;) said that he wants me to SMS him everyday that's why, haha! K she's so damn cute, cutie lil pie. And Samantha (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sacha's sister&lt;/span&gt;) too ;D K back to that present. I love it I swear. It's like one of the best present I received this Christmas!♥ Took a cab home with JP, reached at around 3.45am. Aolin and my mum were drunk already I think. Cuz apparently my mum made Aolin drink finish the bottle of red wine cuz Aolin opened it, haha! Ate and chated till Aolin went home, which was about 4.30am. My mum fell asleep at 5am and I didn't sleep till 7am. I had a wonderful day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thursday (Christmas!):&lt;/span&gt; I woke up at 3pm plus, haha :/ And guess what, I was still in pajamas when my mum's guest came! Gosh, and I wasn't wearing any bra. K too much information. Anyway, I eventually showered then did JP and Lisa's (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;JP's sister&lt;/span&gt;) card, then off Aolin and I went. Haha the madam got pissed cuz at 5pm I said we were going out but we went out only at 8pm, LOL. First went to buy Emmanuel's present, then we took 913. She alighted at Admiralty cuz she was going to AMK and I continued till JP's house. Went up and shook hands with his parents and kept on saying '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've already eaten, no thanks *&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;'. Haha k his dad is damn cute and funny I swear! Bused to Causeway Point and walked to 509 to meet Emmanuel. Well I was supposed to go 504 (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Claire's block&lt;/span&gt;) actually but I couldn't find it! So I was sitting by the roadside for so long cuz apparently Emmanuel got lost too! HAHA damn funny, I was so happy when I finally saw him. Walked over to 504 then stood there talking and looking at some dumb light which kept on switching on and off. Walked back to Causeway Point and bused back home. Couldn't meet Daniel cuz I had to go home D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11.30pm, everyone was fast asleep already. I was shocked, cuz it's still so damn early! Called Daniel and guess what! We talked till 3am plus. I wanted to talk till 5am, but I was falling asleep then. And during those 4 hours, I ate this purple glutinous rice, spaghetti, ham and fruit salad. I was so damn full I swear. I wanted to eat the cake, chicken, pork and 3 other type of fruit salad but I couldn't get there. Gosh I'm such an eating monster! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt; Woke up quite early, around noon. Used com for awhile, bathed then cabbed to school to buy books. Shopped around with mum and Noel then headed home. Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day :D K that's all people! OH NO WAIT! Talking bout my mum, I realized I haven't announced what she bought me! K it's so damn cool I swear and I love it too much I wanna kiss her but I don't hug my mum so forget bout kissing. So anyway, she gave me this red faux croc leather handbag which isn't really a bag cuz when you open it up, you'll see alot of makeup :D So k, it's a makeup set from England/Los Angeles! Wanna see how cool it is? Well you have to cuz it's so cool! Click &lt;a href=" http://markwins.com/brands/color_institute/color_institute.html "&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! K anyway, I just found out that my mum wrote a message and it said '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I Love You Always&lt;/span&gt;'. K OMG it's so damn sweet I cried, like seriously. Gosh. I must be a better daughter, the best daughter in the world! K too much drama ere already and too much of using '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make use of the holidays cuz it's ending! I love you people! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-8878425950393299839?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/8878425950393299839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=8878425950393299839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8878425950393299839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8878425950393299839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVRfr0LzbXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Nd6bKvMhGyE/s72-c/merry+xmas+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7892715116436571393</id><published>2008-12-24T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:12:46.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you remember me? I sat upon your knee and wrote to you with childhood fantasies. Well I'm all grown up now, and still need help somehow. I'm not a child but my heart still can dream. So here's my lifelong wish; my grown up Christmas list. Not for myself, but for a world in need. No more lives torn apart, that wars would never start and time would heal all hearts. And everyone would have a friend, and right would always win, and love would never end. This is my grown up Christmas list...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K guess what, Christmas isn't that merry after all. Sad eh? I don't feel the joy, perhaps cuz I'm too old already. But plans kept on changing and changing, I don't even know what's happening. At first the plan was to watch Twilight (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;), then go to Jen's Christmas party with Ariani, then meet up with Sacha and Daniel and maybe even JP to slack then attend midnight mass. But guess what, I didn't watch Twilight in the end, and Ariani last minute couldn't attend the party and everyone is attending mass with their parents. How sad! At least I can look forward to Aolin sleeping over at my house tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I didn't sleep until 5am this morning cuz I was doing the Christmas cards. Ya'll all who will be receiving the cards better thank me! I used all my effort and blood and sweat! K no sweat cuz it wasn't hot. And ah, I haven't done Christmas shopping yet! Gosh! It's so late already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm receiving good news, Ariani might be able to go, yay :D K I'll update soon, I need to go shopping now! Merry Christmas Eve once again, peepo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7892715116436571393?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7892715116436571393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7892715116436571393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7892715116436571393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7892715116436571393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-remember-me-i-sat-upon-your-knee.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-8697098450224439569</id><published>2008-12-23T12:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:17:06.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmpFN_WLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wkmYPFqmMk0/s1600-h/DSiheartedwardcullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmpFN_WLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wkmYPFqmMk0/s200/DSiheartedwardcullen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282835218867116210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmlbEUyGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qNyfowWn31c/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmlbEUyGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qNyfowWn31c/s200/DSC03058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282835156012681314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmLC0i7tI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ICdoNZexBvw/s1600-h/DSC03027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmLC0i7tI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ICdoNZexBvw/s200/DSC03027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282834702827450066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I'M &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;AIN'T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIRYTALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog stinks cuz it rotted cuz I haven't been blogging since I-have-no-idea-when. K anyway, I didn't contracted Bird Flu, I didn't get navel piercing, I wasn't caught for shoplifting. Well to summarize, I'm fine, the usual, perfectly normal :D Nothing new to share, that's it. Which is one word - boring. Cuz I have been doing the same thing every night. The day does become different. And oh, sadly my ankle isn't okay yet!D: It has been like what, 400 years?! Yeah, it hurts even when I'm wearing jeans. How sad and dumb! K 'nuf bout that apple ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Last Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Went to City Plaza with Pearl to get hair extensions. 13 freaking strands only, cuz I only brought 20 bucks with me. It cost me $10.40. How dumb and expensive cuz 13 strands is seriously very little. How dumb. Went to Far East Plaza then Lucky Plaza then MRT-ed to Novena and had Long John's at the Velocity Mall or something like that. Walked over to Novena Church (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;or Church of St. Alphonsus&lt;/span&gt;) for Simbang Gabi. It was only 7pm but it was freaking full like you just eaten a million and ten hamburgers at one go. And mass doesn't start till 8pm! We had to sit at dunno-where, which is very sad. Had fellowship meal after that, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; Went to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; with Sheela, Sacha and Brandon. Brandon's treat!:D And the show rocked! The romantic part really catches you off guard. And it was funny too. Well I haven't read the book, so I don't care if alot of scene changes. And oh P.S to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I don't understand why you hate the movie cuz it's different from the book. A movie can't be judged just because it's very different from the book. If you realized, books and movies are usually different.&lt;/span&gt; K anyway, Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen is so damn hot and cute and cute and cute in the movie!♥ His eyes are pretty, and his lips are sexy. Damn. I totally sat forward watching the movie I almost fell of my seat. He has the face that makes you have the hots for him. Especially when he looks straight into Bella's eyes and when he smiles, it's damn *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;screams&lt;/span&gt;* CUTE THAT I WANNA DIE! And oh, his smile. It's wow. I was flabbergasted, stupefied, dumbfounded, stunned, tongue tied, speechless, motionless. It was jaw-dropping, eye-popping and saliva-dropping. Oh I didn't salivate, BTW :D K the list goes on and on and on bout the effect he does to me when he smiles but the perfect word is: sofreakingcuteiwannamarryhimandkisshimeverysecondofmylifecuzhekidnappedmyheartomg.&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah I know it's long. What did you expect, a 7 letter word? Oh come on, how can a heartbreaker's smile be described with 7 alphabets? And what's more, his smile is the best damn thing bout him. K I'm talking too much bout him, but I can't help it! When the movie was over, I was still in a trance I swear. I felt like I was floating. You know, that feeling you feel after a damn good movie with a damn hot lead actor? Yeah, that feeling. Anyway, we went to KFC to eat, then Boots and Shoe. Met JP again there, then went to Popular. I had to go, flew to Admiralty. Talked bout Edward Cullen with Roseanne throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K well that's pretty much all I gotta/wanna blog about. Ciao, vampires! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagg Replies.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passer-by: maria maria socorrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; LOL it's Socorro, with a total of 3 Os, not a thousand and twenty Os. And I wanna know - no it's demand to know - who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shu Luan: hello little mei mei, :D --- passby! :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello jie jie, thanks for tagging&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; x 100 000 000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa0: Disenchanted?...Nice and easy song to play on Piano...Well...so are other MCR songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was random. And yeah it's a nice song, and I bet it's easy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;SHEELA&lt;/span&gt;: HAHA. You look like you are some soldier ready to fight for the country. lols! John Paul was obviously tooo into his guitar playing. HAHA. Rmb, when we have to climb the stairs? Its torturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha I knowwwwwww! Yeah I hate the stairs part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;RURONG (&lt;/span&gt;: Hello MARIAAAAA!!! Hahas, okay, im crazy, lol. Nice trip at escape theme park!! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Ru Rong (: Haha yeah the trip rocked :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;VIVIEN&lt;/span&gt;: Haha! Lol, cause th song is nice? HAHA!:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL. I know it's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;lwh&lt;/span&gt;: hello meimei !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Wei Hao korrkorr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;SHEELA&lt;/span&gt;: lols.The drama in Popular was hilarious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah it was so drama-mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;maralene&lt;/span&gt;: Ops.. Sry moi bad. Linked you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hah k thanks! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;passer-by number 2 .&lt;/span&gt;: OK. THX MARIA!!!!!!!!!!!! ILOVEYOU! IM A GIRL. DHUN WORRY(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha you're welcome :D May I know who you are BTW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c-herlynn.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;Cherlynn (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: Hellooo Maria , Here's kaiiwen ;D , Relink meeee ! Nice blogg song , (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure thing and thank you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt;: thanks eh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Reply: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're welcome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-8697098450224439569?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/8697098450224439569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=8697098450224439569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8697098450224439569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8697098450224439569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-princess-this-aint-fairytale-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SVBmpFN_WLI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wkmYPFqmMk0/s72-c/DSiheartedwardcullen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-9054047315020910935</id><published>2008-12-18T00:32:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:06:30.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Monday, 15 December 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkqC8ZKvyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4BKC8yRkTzM/s1600-h/spaztic+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkqC8ZKvyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4BKC8yRkTzM/s200/spaztic+lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280798268128411426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K pathetic, only have 1 cam-whoring photo to upload. Well actually it's 2, but since I combined it, then it's 1. Blah I'm blabbering. Anyway, what did I do on Monday? Oh I'm not asking you, I'm asking myself. Hmmm... OH! It was the first night of Simbang Gabi, and it's at St. Anthony's!:D I'm one of the readers for the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Prayer of the Faithful&lt;/span&gt;'. The last reader, to be exact. Guess what, I got screwed. Not that I did anything wrong. The AV peeps didn't do their job properly, the slide got messed up, the priest didn't know that I'm gonna read, he said the ending prayer for the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Prayer of the Faithful&lt;/span&gt;'-.- Had dinner, sat with Pearl and Emmanuel. Taxi-ed home, and that's all. 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width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkx0ARF-TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/i82Q_hVG5fA/s200/beloved+seniors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280806807563270450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkxtA1q-ZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/sMk_ollEcco/s1600-h/pirate+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkxtA1q-ZI/AAAAAAAAAlc/sMk_ollEcco/s200/pirate+ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280806687457606034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkx7pnLDYI/AAAAAAAAAls/R2o8JmvGhGo/s1600-h/DSC02933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkx7pnLDYI/AAAAAAAAAls/R2o8JmvGhGo/s200/DSC02933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280806938920816002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkysLAQCNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XVXhZ0pah28/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkysLAQCNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/XVXhZ0pah28/s200/DSC02932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280807772518090962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I almost died uploading those photos! Looks cool eh? :D Eager to find out what special day that was? Well............ It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NETBALL CAMP&lt;/span&gt;! :D We went to Escape Theme Park, then to Pasir Ris Park. It was a damn last minute decision. We actually settled for East Coast Park. Shrugs, it was a great day anyway! :D Whoa, thinking bout typing down the events is making me sweat! Well here goes! We gathered in school at 8.30am, waited for Coach to come, sang birthday song, she cut the cake, we ate the cake. It was delicious! Took the MRT to Yishun, then bus to Pasir Ris, then walked to Downtown East. Some bought McDonald's for breakfast. Walked over to Escape Theme Park, bought the ticket {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;it was only $8.80&lt;/span&gt;} and HAD FUN!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Flippers:&lt;/span&gt; Sat with Raushiqah, Joyce and Xin Hui. It was boring cuz there wasn't any thrill. It's the kind of ride where once you ride it once, you'll get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#2. Haunted 2/&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Went in with Zhong Wei, Eileen, Aisha and some others whom I forgotten :/ Well it was okay, scarier than the first time I went last year. I walked slowly, looking at all the ghosts. And the rest left me behind-.- The workers inside '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;boo&lt;/span&gt;'-ed me a few times, had a lil shock. And there was once I talked to the ghost, LOL. He thought there wasn't anyone behind him, so he blocked the entrance to another part of the house. I tapped his shoulder and went '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Excuse me, I wanna get through&lt;/span&gt;'. I thought he'd do some ghostly stuffs like strangle me, but he just said '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, go go go&lt;/span&gt;' with his hands gesturing me to go. HAHAHA! The rest of them seriously left me behind, I had to walk past alot of places alone, like the skeleton and the dead girl on a bed. Caught up with them at last. Zhong Wei was so damn cute, she kept screaming '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;NO!!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYMORE! I WANT TO GO OUT! AH! AH! AH!&lt;/span&gt;' Hahaha!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#3. Pirate Ship:&lt;/span&gt; Sat with Sok Keng and Jen (: It wasn't scary, just very thrilling. I love the part where you go down!:D It's like, you HAVE TO laugh. It's impossible not to laugh. That kind of feeling, like when you ride a swing and you're high up coming down. It's the best ride of all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#4. Wet and Wild:&lt;/span&gt; Rode with Joyce, and it was boring. The boat was moving at a too slow pace. The only fun part was the 15m drop :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#5. Family Coaster:&lt;/span&gt; Sat with Xin Hui. It was boring, cuz it's so damn fast! Haha well, FAMILY coaster! Hannah was so cute, she kept on screaming and screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#6. Kite Flyer/&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Rode with Michelle. It was relaxing. Michelle's eyes were glued to the person in charge of that ride. Have to agree with her that he is handsome!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#7. Boat:&lt;/span&gt; Forgotten the name of that ride. Well I didn't ride that ride. But I was damn soaked, more soaked than when I rode '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wet &amp;amp; Wild&lt;/span&gt;', LOL. Those not riding were spraying water at those riding {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jen, Jerene, Hannah, Fatin, Lydia, .....&lt;/span&gt;}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;#8. Haunted 2/&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; (again!):&lt;/span&gt; Coach loves the Haunted House I guess, she kept on suggesting it. This time I went with Jen, Jerene, Melissa, Lydia, Aisha and some I didn't see who. I went in first, with Jen behind me. She was so scared, I have to literally pull her in. I don't know why they were rushing me the whole time, I walked slowly to check if there were any human-ghost, so that we won't be so shocked when they scare us. Well it was easy to spot them cuz they all wore the same costume, LOL. K maybe there was only 1, but all at different places. K anyway, towards the end, there was this ghost at the corner. I jumped past him so that he would not grab hold of my leg. Melissa was behind me, but the ghost kept crawling to her. She kept on screaming and hurling vulgarities, so cuteee! After pulling her, she pulled Jerene and so on. But the ghost kept following us! Jerene became so violent, started hitting it, HAHA! I got a lil irritated cuz he kept on following us. Wanted to scare him by tickling him, but he didn't felt ticklish D: At last got out of the house, it was fun!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lunch:&lt;/span&gt; We were at this outdoor food center. I bought KFC takeaway and shared a plate of mee goreng with Joyce. Haha I was that hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beach &amp;amp; Home:&lt;/span&gt; We went to Pasir Ris park. The weather then was beautiful, pretty, nice, whatever verb you could use to describe a superb weather. It was cloudy, a lil bit sunny and very windy. Our seniors played some games we juniors impromptu organized. Hope they enjoyed it!:D Changed, bused to Causeway Point with Michelle, Fatin, Raushiqah, Xin Hui and Joyce. 903-ed back home, reached around 8pm plus or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wednesday, 17 December 08:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8jmyEnvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/loLuv6zkHYM/s1600-h/retarded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8jmyEnvI/AAAAAAAAAmc/loLuv6zkHYM/s200/retarded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280818620472270578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8eplVBOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/3-ZE3sb8Rp8/s1600-h/DSC02971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8eplVBOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/3-ZE3sb8Rp8/s200/DSC02971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280818535324779746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8VEUKiYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-fbRVnZpqxk/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8VEUKiYI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-fbRVnZpqxk/s200/DSC02967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280818370701855106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8QCPi4KI/AAAAAAAAAmE/hiNz1lriioI/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUk8QCPi4KI/AAAAAAAAAmE/hiNz1lriioI/s200/DSC03001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280818284246261922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sheela's new house at Woodlands Circle. It's really very beautiful!(: Had spaghetti for lunch there :D Went to Woodlands Mart to meet JP. I was high suddenly. We {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sheela, Sacha, JP and I&lt;/span&gt;} went to Shop and Save. I was smelling this Herbal Essences shampoo, squeezed the bottle a lil for the smell to come out more, but the shampoo came out instead-.- Right at my nose! LOL, imagine pink goo at my nose. Went back to Sheela's house to get my stuffs, went down again to Sacha and JP. The 4 of us went up a carpark to slack and cam-whore around. Except JP wasn't cam-whoring, he was playing the guitar. Sheela went home, we left a lil while after. Took a cab to Admiralty MRT Station cuz we can't find the 913 busstop-.- I went to Immaculate Heart of Mary for the 3rd night of Simbang Gabi while Sacha and JP went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoots, finally finished blogging! ♥ Time check: 2.02am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-9054047315020910935?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/9054047315020910935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=9054047315020910935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/9054047315020910935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/9054047315020910935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-15-december-08-k-pathetic-only.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUkqC8ZKvyI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4BKC8yRkTzM/s72-c/spaztic+lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6092046358851550969</id><published>2008-12-15T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:20:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX6ZCSaljI/AAAAAAAAAjk/camDXOzOemg/s1600-h/twilight.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX6ZCSaljI/AAAAAAAAAjk/camDXOzOemg/s320/twilight.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279901446179558962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX6U9Dfu7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/zYcj-4qqSxA/s1600-h/hannah+beth.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX6U9Dfu7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/zYcj-4qqSxA/s320/hannah+beth.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279901376055327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX7hvvwlgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UpiF7WF7RHk/s1600-h/christmas.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX7hvvwlgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/UpiF7WF7RHk/s320/christmas.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279902695332812290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HANNAH BETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PRETTY THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YES&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes yes yes they're so pretty and P.S I'm not random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything, I shall mention that I'm not a fan of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. K maybe I will be after I watch the movie, but I'm not now. I haven't read the novel yet, but I really want to! Let's just say I haven't seen it in the library, thus I can't possibly borrow it. I shall just watch the damn movie, gosh. It's on in 3 days' time, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering who &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hannah Beth&lt;/span&gt; is, she's a model and Martin Johnson's ex girlfriend. Yes, EX-GIRLFRIEND! D: They held hands, hugged, snogged...... I don't wanna think about what they did together. Gross gross gross! But anyway, she is effing drop-dead gorgeous! I wanna kill her! How can anyone be so gorgeous?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW?!&lt;/span&gt; I'm jealous, envious, and whatever you'll feel if you know that there's a damn gorgeous lady living on the same world as you, breathing the same air as you. I hate her, she's so pretty. I WANNA LOOK LIKE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Christmas tree is there cuz I so can't wait for Christmas! :D I can't wait for Christmas, I can hardly wait for Christmas! But I haven't bought any presents yet, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah, I'm so bored that I blogged nonsense. And this post is nothing but randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; I woke up, used the computer for a lil while, went back to sleep, had my breakfast+lunch+dinner then went to church. Had dinner after that, went to Fairprice to buy stuffs then bused home. Called baby, chatted then slept. Yay, how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today {&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just now, Now, Later&lt;/span&gt;}:&lt;/span&gt; I woke up at 12pm, had breakfast/lunch while reading a novel. I'm using the computer now. Later I'll be going to church for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simbang Gabi.&lt;/span&gt; And I'll be doing so every night for 9 days. Except for tomorrow, cuz I'll be going to East Coast with the netballers and on Friday, where we'll be having the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Journey of St Anthony&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm feeling sleepy. I'm gonna read and eat. I'm on a diet! How ironic, LOL. Ciao *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6092046358851550969?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6092046358851550969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6092046358851550969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6092046358851550969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6092046358851550969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-hannah-beth-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SUX6ZCSaljI/AAAAAAAAAjk/camDXOzOemg/s72-c/twilight.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4000838166947491683</id><published>2008-12-14T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:55:08.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start off a blog post, LOL. Yeah you might be wondering what's so funny, but let me tell you, there's nothing funny. I was just being lame as usual. So you want funny eh? Watch the video below!:D It's a '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Muttons to Midnight&lt;/span&gt;' podcast for Valentines day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start crapping xcsiz, I shall start blogging bout my day since Friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Went out around 6.30am and reached Causeway Point at approximately 7pm. See how freaking long I waited for the bus?! Cuz the journey is only like 10 minutes-.- K not important.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jolene and Sherye to collect my order of FBT shorts. Met Sacha and Jean at Boots and Shoe then headed to McDonald's at CWP {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Causeway Point&lt;/span&gt;} for dinner. Chatted and ate and everything, left at 8.21pm. Walked over to Civic Center's McCafe and I bought a Mocha Frappe. Went up to Starbucks  and Jean bought a Mocha Frappe too :D Bused to church for the Advent Vigil. We reached quite early, so slacked around. And finally it was 9pm and the vigil began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vigil behind the scenes: &lt;/span&gt;We were separated into 4 different groups. My members are Dolly, Gian, Bryan, Joel, Maralene and the facilitators are Marilyn and Clarisson. The group rocks, except Bryan irritate the shit out of me _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activity 1 - The Dark Room!:&lt;/span&gt; We headed up to the room on the second floor. And it was totally dark. We had to find source of light. I went into the room first. 3 seconds later, I knocked into something-.- K so basically we just walked around, touching everything, finding for some source of light e.g. torchlight, candles, lighter, matches. I went around feeling every nook and cranny of the room but there was nothing except dust. I was getting bored and sure that there was nothing to find, so I just sat and slacked. Father came into the room out of a sudden. We all stopped on our tracks, then gathered near the piano. No one dared go near him as we were sure he'd scare the crap out of us just for laughs. Bryan wanna be a hero, so he started searching the room again. Suddenly he screamed so loudly-.- Yada yada yada, a box was found, followed by a matchstick. Then many more matchsticks started to appear. HAH! There was seriously nothing at first, but Father scattered the things all over the room in the middle of it. Had sharing after that. Bryan was such a goon, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Activity 2 - Skit:&lt;/span&gt; We had to do a skit on the difficulties of the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Three Wise Man&lt;/span&gt;'. I was the dunno-what, and died cuz I was thirsty and drank poison cactus juice, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity 3 - Find Baby Jesus:&lt;/span&gt; We had to go to 4 blocks to find Baby Jesus. I paired off with Gian, we searched the right side of the block. We just ranted about why we were finding for Baby Jesus at 2am in the morning on a Friday night when we could be at home sleeping or watching TV or whatever typical teenagers does on a Friday night at 2am. Went to the second block, and I got seriously bored, so I started telling Gian some ghost stories which Bruno told me. Well, I didn't get to tell him though, he freaked out at the mention of the word '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt;', LOL. He suddenly got scared, and said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I should on some praise and worship song, so that Baby Jesus would appear&lt;/span&gt;" but he played '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stacey's Mum&lt;/span&gt;' instead, HAHA! Went to the 3rd and eventually the 4th block, but found nothing at all. At one of the blocks, there was a dead rat. We all stood around it and prayed for it. Such holy people :D And oh, I forgot to mention. There were alot of cats. Well not that it's weird since it's void decks. But there was this white cat with red eyes. I didn't see the colour of the eyes, but they said it was red. So I went over and looked into the eyes. And I realized I did a very wrong thing cuz there are myths about cat absorbing your spirit if you look into their eyes, according to Clarisson. And I looked into the eyes of 2 cats! so anyway, we went back to church and did sharing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Activity 4 - Christmas Tree #1:&lt;/span&gt; We did a sharing bout why must there be a Christmas tree on Christmas. It was such a meaningful question, cuz I never really thought about it before. I realized that I didn't give an answer, LOL.But honestly, to me it's just a decoration. I mean, what's Christmas without the tree? It's like Chinese New Year without the Mandarin Orange. Then we had to decorate the Christmas tree by cutting out whatever shapes from a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break Time!:&lt;/span&gt; We had cookies and Milo, YUMMMMM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Activity 5 - Christmas Tree #2:&lt;/span&gt; They tore our decoration into decorations, and we had to do a sharing on how we felt. I didn't feel pissed like some people do, cuz the shapes which they tore and folded into was really beautiful. But what's dumb was, we had to decorate it again-.- It was like 5am then, and some people were getting sleepy. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't sleepy sleepy, like during the night walk. Not that surprising actually, it was cuz I drank coffee, haha :D Sat there and drew a heart and chatted with JP. Then Issac suddenly started singing like some drunk man, HAHA!(: And then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I think it was&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Gian started the primary school '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Teacher he touch my neh neh pok, teacher he touched my kuku bird&lt;/span&gt;' thing and then they all started chanting it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The End:&lt;/span&gt; So the vigil ended at 6am on a Saturday morning :D It was fun! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slack, Slack and Slack:&lt;/span&gt; Sacha, Gian, Lisa, JP, Brandon (sec4) and I went to a void deck and slacked till 9am or so. We played charades!:D It was damn funny! Especially when Gian was being bo liao and did a ritual around the used tissue paper he kop [&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;stole&lt;/span&gt;] from the church toilet. We all got tired and sleepy but still charade-d. JP fell asleep on my leg, Gian had a breakdown and suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Ended them game then all of us minus Sacha went to a coffeeshop to have Roti Prata! :D I was craving for it the whole night, was so damn glad to finally be able to eat it :D Then some funny stuffs happened, like Brandon almost had no money to pay for his and JP's prata. Then Gian started telling some freaking gross story about him vomiting till Lisa stopped eating altogether, HAHA. the funniest was Gian's dream, LOL. He'll sleep for a lil while, like 1 minute and tell us about his dream, HAHA. Walked over to another void deck and slacked. Walked to Causeway Point and went our separate ways home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Home:&lt;/span&gt; Reached home at 12pm, bathed the slept. Woke up at 10.30pm. Received 9 SMSes from bby. I don't know why he got so worried, HAHA. Had KFC for dinner, chatted with JP, then called bby. JP called in after that, then we conferenced. Then quarreled with my brothers, blahblahblah. Got my phone confiscated by my mum and got busted hardcore. Then I came to my senses, and realized I let Jesus down. Read the Bible {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Emmanuel said read it when you're feeling down. It really helps&lt;/span&gt;}. Had a long talk with my mum, then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Now:&lt;/span&gt; I'm blogging, yay (: K so that's all, I'm hungry and craving for prata bigtime. PRATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4000838166947491683?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4000838166947491683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4000838166947491683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4000838166947491683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4000838166947491683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-i-i-m-m-r-i-d-what-way-to-start-off.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2408239199682661952</id><published>2008-12-11T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:58:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;blahblahblah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not because it was sucky.&lt;/span&gt; It simply was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt; cuz it was boring, a word repeatedly used to describe my day on this blog. Which is getting boring {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;oh no! I used The Word again!&lt;/span&gt;} so I have to find a substitute for it. Thesaurus in need, beep beep!{&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;blows whistle&lt;/span&gt;} Okay that was so lame and I realized I was ranting all about a word. Sorry readers! I'm such a boring blogger, yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today. It wasn't normal netball training, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;intensive training&lt;/span&gt;. It's torturous and can kill! Well maybe I was exaggerating, haha. K not funny. But yeap it was intensive training. I didn't had to do anything except be a score and stats keeper and shout "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Go!&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Stop!&lt;/span&gt;". It was really boring, so boring till I kinda fell asleep during the training-in-hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seniors had friendly matches against Woodgrove and Bukit Batok, and they did very well :D&lt;br /&gt;My batch had 3 friendly matches against Bukit Batok and we won all!:D Total score is 20-0 if I'm not wrong (: I'm really proud of them, especially Raushiqah and Joyce ♥ Lunch with teammates after that at KFC, then intensive training continued. Ended, bused to church, but in the end Daniel and I had to walk to Sacha's block-.- Met Sacha, JP and Brandon there. All of us minus Brandon went to LJS for dinner. Well I was just taking bits of their food, haha. Only had $1.50 exactly with me D; JP, Daniel and I slacked under the train track, then homed. Reached around 8.50pm. That's all, sad yeah? My day became very restrictive since Injury. Which sucks alot. Alot and alot and alot, even I have no hand movement to emphasize on it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it end here, dears. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt;*. I just yawned, I'm already sleepy, I'm going to shower then sleep :D Goodnight and have 37 sweetdreams! &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2408239199682661952?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2408239199682661952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2408239199682661952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2408239199682661952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2408239199682661952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-blahblahblah-not-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-8136049360785540770</id><published>2008-12-10T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:00:10.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;Go search '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anencephalic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;' on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;YouTube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! But some warning beforehand: Do not eat while watching the video, or if you can't stand disgusting stuffs, watch it with someone!&lt;br /&gt;A lil background info for you peepo bout that video: According to Dictionary.com, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="query" class="query"&gt;anencephalic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt; means &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;congenital absence of part or all of the brain&lt;/span&gt;'. So yeap, a baby with part of the brain missing/no brain. But I'm not sure if it's alive or dead in the video. I hope you're not peeing in your undies yet! P.S/ I'm not being random or grossing ya'll out. I was searching bout exorcism and yada yada, I found myself watching videos of God's creation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="comment_body_Sq8aE2IreRs"&gt;     &lt;div class="watch-comment-body"&gt;      &lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Exodus 34:6-7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And He (the Lord) passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, 'The Lord, the Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin. Yet He does not leave the guilty unpunished; He punishes the children and their children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one word, 6 letters - boring. K maybe it wasn't so bad. I forced myself out of bed, took 30 mins only {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;World Record for me!&lt;/span&gt;} to prepare and left house at 7am or so. Waited for Daniel then we went to school together. From school, we were shuttled to Anderson Secondary for friendly matches. Well I didn't play, obviously {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S/ I sprained my ankle badly&lt;/span&gt;}. I was freaking xcsiz bored, waiting for the matches to start and watching them do ballwork. Well we didn't do that well. We only won one match, but lost the other 3. Good thing we weren't thrashed :D Went back to school, had lunch at coffeeshop with teammates. Bused back home again with Daniel. Had a nap, then went to the dentist to cut the excess wire. Guess how much it cost! Well forget it I doubt you'll get it right as if you use your brain on the situation {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;a dentist uses a plier to cut off excess wire of my braces&lt;/span&gt;}, you'll never guess it. Anyway, the answer... $50! Yeap you saw it right. It cost $50 for an old man to use a plier to cut off a lil bit of wire. Okay well that's pretty much all to blog about today. I wanted to post alot of videos, but I'm afraid some readers cannot be grossed out. Oh well. Aha, watch Scary Movie 1, 2, 3 and 4 :D It's very NC16, BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the intensive training, sleep early my dear netballers!(: Goodnight all you peepos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-8136049360785540770?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/8136049360785540770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=8136049360785540770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8136049360785540770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8136049360785540770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-search-anencephalic-baby-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4421439696600411993</id><published>2008-12-09T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:44:43.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is getting duller and duller and *&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;yawns&lt;/span&gt;* duller.. Okay enough of my drama-mama already. I realized I'm not being an active blogger nowadays. And if you wanna know why.... read on :D Okay well it's simply because my life has been boring, not much fun and wildness that I don't have anything much to blog about. And I'm gonna bore the readers with my '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am so bored!&lt;/span&gt;'s. Ah, enough crap intakes {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;even though what I said wasn't really categorized as crap&lt;/span&gt;}. I shall blog bout whatever I did during the days I didn't blog. Oh, don't get confused! And P.S don't worry, it'll won't be long-winded, it'll be short and sweet. Like yours truly :D The short part, I mean. Blah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunday, 7 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;: Went to church, had Loy Kee Chicken Rice for dinner and homed. Yay, very exciting! :D {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sarcasm alert!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Monday, 8 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;: Met Dan at around 11.30am, went to church to do homework. Had the walking practice for Simbang Gabi. Went to Causeway Point with Dan after that to watch Bolt. It's a nice show, personally rating 3.5/5. And I heart Rhino ♥! Had lunch while waiting for the movie to start. He was pestering me, getting me to try this gizzard thingy {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Chicken's stomach&lt;/span&gt;}. I heard it as '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;lizard&lt;/span&gt;' :/ And I looked damn shocked, wondering why lizard looked like that and all. When he finally realized that I thought the gizzard was lizard, we both burst out laughing and I swear I laughed so much that it was equivalent to doing 30 sit ups. Went to McDonald's at Woodlands Point, then went to the dunno-what park. Then I thought the seats were barbecue pits-.- It was seriously dumb, gah. Homed at around 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today!&lt;/span&gt;: Went to training, then while playing the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;20 short passes&lt;/span&gt;', I fell and sprained my ankle. It hurts alot I swear, I couldn't move at all. Thank you those of you who carried me :D Wanna know what happened? God punished me. I'm not sure for what, but probably my sins. Either that or he is helping me escape the match tomorrow and the intensive training {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Death Doom&lt;/span&gt;} the day after. I was intercepting the ball {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;isn't it doing a good deed for my team members?!&lt;/span&gt;} when I tripped over someone's leg-.- So I sat throughout the another 1 hour. Ms Dina called my Mum, and she demanded I take a cab home. Melissa accompanied me to flag a taxi. Thank you very very very much, Melissa!♥ Went to the Chinese Medical Clinic with mum. And the sinseh practically hammered my leg with her hand. It hurts, oh-so seriously. She said it was seriously sprained, cuz the bone broke, and I'm not to walk alot. Went home after that and had a nice sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey netballers, good luck for the match against Anderson tomorrow! You guys can do it!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's pretty much all of what I gotta/wanna blog about. Love you all peepo *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4421439696600411993?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4421439696600411993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4421439696600411993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4421439696600411993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4421439696600411993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-blog-is-getting-duller-and-duller.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3866443873847967282</id><published>2008-12-06T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:19:04.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's post will start off with Friday's day. It sounds a lil complicated but you probably got the drift. Oh well, so here goes! {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;HAHA like I sound like I'm gonna eat an alive cockroach&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on Friday morning wasn't torturous and inhuman. In fact, it was a total opposite. All we did was the drills and played games, the end. I went home asap as I had to get my beauty sleep to prepare myself physically and mentally for the night walk later on that night. But I was awaken halfway by my mum directly and by JP, or specifically of the specifically Clarisson indirectly. Mum went "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jie, you still wanna go to the church activity? Sacha called and said must be there by 5 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;" at approximately 3.45pm. I shot up like I was on a bungee and quickly had something to eat. I checked my phone and no doubt, JP did say that we have to be in church by 5pm. I was like '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;what the hell&lt;/span&gt;'. So I called JP to triple confirmed and I heard one of the best things ever :D He said that Clarisson as a prank told him to be there by 5pm while actually it was 9.45pm. Hallelujah, praise to Jesus Christ! I took my time preparing and left the house around 6pm to meet Sacha at Causeway Point. We walked over to Mega Sports Park, met JP and went over to the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Colour-Catching Playground&lt;/span&gt;' to slack around with Gian and gang. Sacha and I were sitting down, laughing our butts off, as though we were watching a comedy. They were so retarded that it was damn funny!:D Then we headed to Fairprice before Al-Ameen. Sacha and I went back to Fairprice to get things part 2 then walked to church. Okay I realized I was being very detailed till it's so long-winded. I shall skip to the night walk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10.30pm, we left church and headed to Singapore American School. We walked and walked, and ended up in some forest. You know, those typical forest-at-the-sides-of-expressways. And there were 3 times where we had to walk on top of tunnels to get to the other side. Wanna know how terrifying it was? Imagine a big white tunnel, obviously cylindrical in shape. There's a high possibility you might slip and fall cuz your shoes are wet from the mud and the damp grasses you walked on and as it's cylindrical in shape, the area where you walk isn't that wide. Well, it's terrifying cuz when you fall, you'll land in some dirty, stagnant and leech, rat, mosquito, snake infested muddy water about 1 storey high deep. Disgusted? Either that, or you'll fall into some tall and long grassy place, with a high possibility of snakes, toads and/or frogs inside. Screaming or thinking "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;eeewww!&lt;/span&gt;"? Yeah, it is eww! Well the first 2 tunnels aren't that scary. It's the third one which was a life thriller. It was like a freaking 100 meter long approximately. And it was very slippery at the beginning because of the mud and water. Gosh, I wonder how I even managed to get to the other end. I even practically ran the last few meters. Then we continued walking in the forest again. Some place were so wet-muddy that everything sipped into my shoes. Luckily I was wearing an old shoe, unlike one guy who wore his new $80 shoe, Bruno who wore his Nike {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;good thing they were already old&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Sacha who wore her Converse. Okay so basically we walked, alot. And then once, there was a python! I didn't get to see it properly. But I could make out it's shape and size with the help of the moonlight. It was long, and not exactly gigantic. And then on the way back, my left leg got stuck in mud. Not the watery kind, but the sticky one. My leg sank in about one feet deep. JP held me and I tried to get out but my leg was stuck. Then Bruno pulled it out. Cool eh?:D We walked and walked, and eventually Father ended the walk at around 5.30am.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE WALKED FOR 7 HOURS!&lt;/span&gt; Whoa, try doing that! According to Bruno, we covered more than 20km. To me, I think we covered like 50km. And I was glad I only fell once. Being a klutz that I am, I could have fell like once in every 10 minutes. Which means I could have fallen 42 times! And thanks to Bruno, I reached home in one piece. He was so nice, keeping me company with ghost stories and offering to carry my bag and always asking whether I was alright and holding my hand whenever the ground wasn't stable. Thanks a whole lot, and I seriously mean it :D I should start a thank-you session here right now, HAHA ;D Thanks Andrew for giving up your seat in the bus to me and thanks JP for carrying my bag for awhile (: To summarize, we walked alot, there were a number of good Samaritans and it was kinda fun. Sheila was always making Sacha and I laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happened after the walk? Let me tell you!:D We ended up somewhere in Sembawang, walked to the main road, bused to Sembawang MRT station, MRT-ed to Marsiling then walked to church :D After being dismissed from church, which was around 7am, I bused to interchange then bused back home. Reached home at about 7.30am. Bathed and ate then had a nice sleep :D That's pretty much all (: My day today consisted of 80% sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm going back to sleep again!(: You couldn't imagine how tired I was during the walk, I literally sleep walk, even when I had no one to hold one to {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;JP and Sacha always pang seh me&lt;/span&gt;}. Goodnight everyone, have an early sleep!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3866443873847967282?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3866443873847967282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3866443873847967282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3866443873847967282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3866443873847967282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-post-will-start-off-with-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1172551165251994833</id><published>2008-12-04T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:58:52.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If I were a boy I think I could understand how it feels to love a girl and I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 3 December 2008:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Daniel at 5.45pm and bused to church. Attended Eucharistic celebration, it was kinda cool. Kinda very different from the usual weekend one. After it ended, we went up to St Anne's room to meet JP and Sacha. I was wowed, it looked very romantic. Dimmed orange lights and slow love song playing, ah... Danced with JP then Joel for awhile. Daniel went to meet his friends, I guess he was bored. Haha Bob, see? Waltz is so fun!:D You won't be bored if you know how to waltz (:&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel, JP and I left a lil after Joel, Sacha and Novin left. Caught up with them outside church. Emmanuel and Novin were like bastarding around, JP and I discussed bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. JP, Emmanuel and I went to KFC to have dinner. They were talking bout some stuffs regarding the senior batch of catechism class, so left me out the conversation cuz I don't really know the people involved D; Pang seh-ers! Met Daniel again after that, then we went star gazing :D Walked home, reached at around 11.20pm. I came back with more insect bites, which itched me like shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training today, and it was a total killer. Did the drills, then dodging. After that Coach's friend took us for some physical stuffs. It was okay, not a killer like Coach's physical training. Played court game after that. I learnt alot of things. Right after that, had 1.6km run. Energy level was already low, didn't sprint at all. Did badly D; Then after that, we had to do suicides. That was my last straw, had zero energy already. My head was heavy and blank. Couldn't hear anything Coach said, kept on doing the wrong things :/ Went to coffeeshop with XH, Gillian, Raushiqah and Syazana. Met Daniel after that again, accompanied him to polyclinic. After like 2 hours or even longer, bused back home. Ate, bathed and slept through 9pm plus. Hey Bob, get well soon aites? Sick man isn't allowed to play badminton ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all!:D I've been feeling very feverish and headache-y nowadays, and that's sad cuz  it means I can't stand trainings D: And guess what, we'll be having a killer drop-dead camp next week! Yay, I can't wait! {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;} Okay I'm gonna go have my dinner now, peepo :D&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 11.33pm. Have an early night! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1172551165251994833?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1172551165251994833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1172551165251994833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1172551165251994833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1172551165251994833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-were-boy-i-think-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2361812665186015757</id><published>2008-12-03T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:48:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Earthlings, I won't be updating as there's nothing to update about except ranting on about how much my teeth hurts cuz of the pressure of my braces when the dentist changed the band yesterday. But I shall be an optimist and be happy about it cuz it means I can't eat much, which I have been doing since the holidays. The eating alot part, I mean. Tada, I'm either losing weight or not gaining weight at all now. Thanks be to God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tagged by Emmanuel :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Where would you go if someone sponsors you an air ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- New York City! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. What's your favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- God the Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. Things you can't live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Handphone, computer, radio, novels, food and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Pride, happiness etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. If you win $1 million US dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Buy a bungalow with swimming pool :D Or is the money even enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Missionary work in the third world countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9. List down 3 good points about the person who gave you this survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- He never fails to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;- Kind, caring, helpful (HAHA :D)&lt;br /&gt;- He's my mouse, and that's good [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Sweet surprises from the ones I love, hugging Martin Johnson and Zac Efron, hanging out with my friends and baby, MARS chocolate :D Hah, too many to name, it's easy to make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11. What type of person do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Steppers, hypocrites, backstabbers. Basically bitches and bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;12. If you have a super power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- To be able to read people's mind ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;13. Would you go for happiness or money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Happiness! {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I was asked this question 648 times already-.-&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;14. Who do you think is the most important people in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Family and friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15. If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, would you die for her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- I don't think so. Guys aren't worth our tears, and life?! Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;16. Who's the last person who hugged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Emmanuel, a goodbye hug. No, he isn't migrating, haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;17. What is the one thing you want to do badly right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Star gazing!:D {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Psst Emmanuel, I'm not copying your answer!&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;18. Who are you close to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Jesus Christ, Baby, Emmanuel, Sacha, Aolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19. Are you courageous enough to tell the person that you like her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;20. If you could do one thing all over again what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- It's a secret ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;21. 8 things that scare you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Seeing/hearing/feeling a ghost and nothing else I could think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;22. 8 things that you like/love the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Handphone, internet, novels, food, Coca Cola, baby pillow&amp;amp;bolster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;23. 8 important things in my room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;- Computer, clothes, mirror, pillows, bolster, window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;24. 8 people to do this questionnaire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Daniel "Bob" Aron and Sacha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S/ I know those 8 stuffs questions aren't 8, I can count (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tagged by Syazana :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) The person who last tagged me is&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Syazana :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Netball teammate, school mate (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your five impressions of him/her&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cute, funny, a lil retarded, very spacey, nice ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable thing she/he had done for you&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lent me money for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If she/he become your lover, you will...?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AHEM, I'm straight (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If she/he had become your lover, things she/he needs to be improve on&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'M STRAIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If she/he become your enemy now&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Is it a statement or a question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is it you want to talk to her/him about now&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Western food! ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What do you think she will be when she grow up?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A female Malay adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Your overall impression of him/her&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So cute, so fun to be with :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) How do you think people around will feel about you&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That they're with a IMH escapee :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The characteristic you love about yourself&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall not be bhb here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fiona Xie, LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) For people who cares and likes you , say something to them&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I care and like you too, muacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Choose 5 people to be tagged&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Daniel 'Bob" Aron, Sacha and Emmanuel (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2361812665186015757?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2361812665186015757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2361812665186015757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2361812665186015757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2361812665186015757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-earthlings-i-wont-be-updating-as.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1931109410717044351</id><published>2008-12-01T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:54:31.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I decided that I might wanna become a nun. Well just might, cuz we're talking bout life, who knows what happen next?(: It's weird, that I even thought of becoming a nun. I guess that the church camp really changed me. I wanna be closer to God the Father and my number one wish this Christmas is to experience him. In the past, my number one Christmas wish would be things. Materialistic things. I thought that Christmas was all about the gifts and food. I mean I know that it's the birth of our brother Jesus Christ. But I don't feel that way. I even used to dread attending the Eucharistic celebration. But now I listen to the readings, paying attention to every word cuz it's a message God is passing to us. And I sing the hymns with praise and thanks. I used to sing the hymns which I only like. Thank you Hidden Treasures and Father Terrence for organizing the church camp. And thanks Emmanuel, believe or not, but you're the one who made me wanna be closer to God the Father even before camp. You said alot of things bout having a strong faith (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great day today (: JP and Sacha backed out on the movie watching D;&lt;br /&gt;Met Daniel under my block, then bused to Causeway Point. Bought tickets for '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Four Christmases&lt;/span&gt;'. Then went to McDonald's for lunch. '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Four Christmases&lt;/span&gt;' is not recommended for those under 13. But it's a wonderful movie though :D It taught us the value of families, and they also taught us that it's impossible not to lie to your family cuz you cant spell '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt;' without '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;' ;D The best part is, it's a comedy!:D The movie was hilarious, those laughing your ass off kind. After the movie, MRT-ed to City Hall. Went to Peninsula or something like that. Then went to the mall right beside City Hall MRT station. Took bus 960 to Marsiling, then walked to church to meet JP and Sacha. Walked Sacha home. That princess!(: Then bby, JP and I went to Causeway Point. Actually wanted to Long John with JP, but his mum SMSed him to have dinner at home D: So bby went back to church while JP and I went home (: Reached quite early, around 8.10pm. Well that's all peepo :D Goodnight and have a happy day! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Daniel "Bob" Aron &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1931109410717044351?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1931109410717044351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1931109410717044351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1931109410717044351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1931109410717044351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night-i-decided-that-i-might-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1484092857917127858</id><published>2008-11-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:36:19.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a wonderful night!:D Happy night, peepo! I'm so happy, bby came back at last!:D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, wasn't any special day today. Went for church choir practice then Eucharistic celebration {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Father Terrence doesn't want us to use the word 'mass'&lt;/span&gt;}. Emmanuel and I went to library, then he walked me home. But it wasn't awkward like last night (: All those laughters, till I almost fell to the road, drain, everywhere man! :D Reached home at 9pm. And I'm eating Lays now :D Time check:11.20pm (: Hmmm, I've got nothing to blog about already.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tmr! Will be going to the movies with bby, Sacha and JP. Then bby would bring me shopping, muahahahaha! :D Goodnight and have a sweet dream peepo! (: And oh, before I forget, happy new year my brothers and sisters in Christ!:D No, I'm not insane or date challenged :) It's the first Sunday of advent, first Sunday in Year B. Which basically means, a new year in the Christian calendar. Goodnight again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;{Some random stuffs to Laugh Your Ass Off!:D}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JINGLE BENGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to the tune of 'Jingle Bells'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jingle bengs, Jingle bengs&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun it is to squat&lt;br /&gt;And then shout, "Ni na beh!"&lt;br /&gt;(Eh!)&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bengs, Jingle bengs&lt;br /&gt;Jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun it is to squat&lt;br /&gt;And then shout, "Ni na beh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooting down the road&lt;br /&gt;And piah-ing down the street&lt;br /&gt;Later we'll chuay kway&lt;br /&gt;Then go out and eat&lt;br /&gt;Geylang is tok kong&lt;br /&gt;For down every lorong&lt;br /&gt;You're sure to find things all night long&lt;br /&gt;To make you si beh song&lt;br /&gt;(Eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;God wants us no matter what we have done or what we are going to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1484092857917127858?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1484092857917127858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1484092857917127858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1484092857917127858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1484092857917127858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-wonderful-nightd-happy-night-peepo.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4141862902936296189</id><published>2008-11-30T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:54:28.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/STIAqkdgO3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/xs0MnQcaYbs/s1600-h/DSC02887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/STIAqkdgO3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/xs0MnQcaYbs/s200/DSC02887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274278844946201458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/STIAhAwCr1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/MfutKcTvn-c/s1600-h/DSC02886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/STIAhAwCr1I/AAAAAAAAAjM/MfutKcTvn-c/s200/DSC02886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274278680741457746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, was a blast, full of emotional swings. Left house at around 5pm {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;yeah I know I said I wanted to meet them at 3pm&lt;/span&gt;}, bused to Causeway Point and met Sacha and JP at Popular. Went to McDonald's for dinner after that. Was a lil bit high at McD's cuz JP told me something damn funny that happened to Sacha during camp. I think I spent half an hour laughing bout that. Then Sacha got pissed and I think even cried. So the atmosphere was very blah, full of tensions. JP kept apologizing but she refuse to talk to him. It was already 7pm plus then, and we have to reach church by 7.30pm. Walked over to Sacha's house cuz she has to return her guitar and get two notebooks, then ran&amp;amp;jogged to Church. We reached on time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeap, so we had the Youth Eucharistic Celebration. Emmanuel was there too!:D He said alot of people was staring at him, cuz they know he isn't in the secondary level. Haha, old man wanna step young only lah ;D Mood was better then, cuz JP and Sacha were already talking (: Celebration ended at around 9.30pm or so. Slacked around the foyer with Sacha, Pearl, Emmanuel and Nicholas. Then Pearl, Emmanuel, JP, Bruno, Jeremiah and his sister and I went to Al-Ameen to have supper :D Mood dropped again then, cuz of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something something&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something something&lt;/span&gt;. Drank Lime Juice, it was nice yet disgusting at the same time. Jeremiah paid for our foods and drinks, thank you!:D Left Al-Ameen at around 10.45pm. The rest headed towards Causeway Point while Emmanuel and I walked home. Was a weird journey, no laughters. We barely talked at all. Sorry eh Moo, I was thinking bout stuffs, that's why yeap, I was crying. And then guess what?! We went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAR GAZING&lt;/span&gt;! :D It was damn cool! :D It was unplanned, damn random idea. We climbed up this mini hill and lay down at the peak of it. We saw this 3 stars with the north and south stars. Idk what it is called :/ The weather was cool and windy, and the area was deserted. Peacefulness (: Then my leg started to itch like crazy. Buey tahan already, so we went back down. Emmanuel carried me down the hill :D He walked me home, reached at around 12.20am. Bathed and de-itch my leg temporarily. Had a hard time sleeping D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's pretty much all (: After living for 13 years, finally get to star gaze :D Haha k so I'll admit there isn't a sky full of stars, but still, there were quite a number! I'm freaking hungry now, I shall eat!:D Have a wonderful day, peepo!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I have never stopped thanking God for all the graces I have received through Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4141862902936296189?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4141862902936296189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4141862902936296189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4141862902936296189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4141862902936296189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-fun-was-blast-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/STIAqkdgO3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/xs0MnQcaYbs/s72-c/DSC02887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3541716160433826089</id><published>2008-11-29T12:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:49:59.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;I've Got Your Picture, I'm Coming With You, Dear Maria Count Me In &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;There are bitches and bastards in my life right now but I shall not give a damn to them. Why make my own life miserable? It's a good thing I'm an optimist, haha :D And oh, if you think that those bitches and bastards are referring to you, them I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; referring to you cuz it's because of your guilty conscience that you think or are sure that I'm referring to you. And well if you don't get what I was saying, then you're dumb. I sympathize with you that you're a bitch/bastard, and a dumb one? Aww, mother. So anyway, moving on. Today will be another '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Maria and Sacha and JP&lt;/span&gt;' day :D We'll be meeting at 3pm and Youth Eucharist doesn't start until 7.30pm, don't ask me what we're gonna do. I woke up feeling damn hungry but I didn't eat what I consider alot. Okay that was random. You know what?! I'm feeling VERY bored now. And I emphasis on VERY because I really am VERY bored! I can't believe this is how my holiday will be like. Being VERY bored everyday. Sigh. I thought that today is a Sunday, to my dismay it's only a Saturday. Freaking Saturday. Bby won't be due till tmr!D: Okay you know what?! This post is damn retarded! Gah. I shall enlighten you readers with some funny videos from YouTube.com :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hu Is The New Leader Of China&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-oS5MOLXfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-oS5MOLXfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Joker Interrogation Spoof&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w2yv8aT0UFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3541716160433826089?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3541716160433826089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3541716160433826089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3541716160433826089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3541716160433826089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-your-picture-im-coming-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3904966234745742690</id><published>2008-11-28T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:18:13.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SS--F4UcKDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kdXYgTsnA_U/s1600-h/DSC02775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SS--F4UcKDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kdXYgTsnA_U/s200/DSC02775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273642696900880434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SS-97y0W3CI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5yBEaockhTs/s1600-h/noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SS-97y0W3CI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5yBEaockhTs/s200/noel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273642523625446434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my posts are getting shorter and shorter, duller and duller. Anyway, it was home day today. Wanted to have a blast outside today, but everyone is busy! And I have no idea on where to go. Sigh, this better not be my holiday! Gah. Chatted with my Prince♥ till I fell asleep after the end of the conversation. Damn sad lah, he's going to Malaysia for 3 days!D; Can you feel my sadness and agony? HAHA. Okay too emotional :/ And I feel damn guilty for letting him go just like that. No proper goodbye! Cuz I suddenly fell asleep when I was thinking of what to reply him! Oh man, oh man. But anyway. Finished warching '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's A Boy Girl Thing&lt;/span&gt;' on YouTube just now :D That movie rocked! I mean rocks, cuz it always will :D Okay I gotta go already, yet another short post. Don't cry! :D My brothers are about to prosecute me already. Time check: 6pm. Oh well, yeap I have to go, I'm supposed to meet Sacha and JP already, but I haven't even bathed!:/ Kay have a wonderful day - I mean evening and night - people!:D&lt;br /&gt;And my Baby Prince, wherever you are in Malacca, have fun! I'm here missing you!(:&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm starting to sound corny after months months of being...not in love. So don't find my posts getting weirder, Pisces lass are just very sweet. Ah bhb :/ But it's true!:D Love, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo yo yo, make way on the red carpet for Maria!:D 'Sup people, I am back!(: Hahaha, k I'm bored! Went to meet Sacha and JP just now :D I was damn high man, seriously. Have no idea why too! Left house at 7pm, reached Causeway Point at around 7.15pm. And guess what, I was holding 8 novels on my arms! Gah, I bet I looked damn geeky and bookworm-ish! Struggled over to Civic Center, returned those books then went to find the both of them. JP was saying something bout being in outside Starbucks {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;which was where I was&lt;/span&gt;}, and then being in Starbucks. So I stood right outside the entrance of starbucks, trying to find them. Since I wasn't wearing my contact lens or specs, I couldn't see clearly. Then he said something bout being near the Singapore Post {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;it's the post office, in case you don't know&lt;/span&gt;}. Walan, damn confused already, haha. Then saw some girl waving at me, turned out to be Sacha. Then the 3 of us linked arms and started walking like doofus. HAHA!:D Spent almost an hour or so deciding on where to eat. At last we settled for MOS burger. Haha my second time going in there, first time eating there :D The first time I went there to drink Coke, LOL. After spending forever in there {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;deciding on food, eating&lt;/span&gt;}, at last Sacha was done eating (: Went to Value Dollar/Dollar Value {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;idk which&lt;/span&gt;}, JP and I sent her home. That princess! JP and I walked back, and I bused home. Reached at around 9.30pm. {&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random stuffs ahead!&lt;/span&gt;} Mum went to IKEA and bought cushions, they're all so cute!:D And she bought Swedish balls for me, delicious!(: Okay I think that's all to blog about for tonight, yeap(: Tmr will be a fun day, so will Sunday :D I'm not sure, but I pray!(: And I so cant wait for Sunday cuz bby will be back and I can't wait for Monday cuz it's outing day, whooots!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah I'm starting to crap already :/ So before I start blabbering bout how much I miss my bby, I shall wish all of ya'll peepo a goodnight and sweetdreams!:D And if ya'all peepo are Christian, remember to pray before ya'll peepo sleep aites?(: I'm really trying hard to be more holy, to open my heart, soul mind and body to Jesus Christ more. Afterall, he died for us on the cross. And oh P.S, I'm just being proud of my religion and praising the Lord so for those peepo who aren't Christian and you feel offended or insulted, I apologize. Cuz I didn't mean to. Ah well!(:&lt;br /&gt;Love, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3904966234745742690?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3904966234745742690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3904966234745742690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3904966234745742690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3904966234745742690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-realized-that-my-posts-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SS--F4UcKDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kdXYgTsnA_U/s72-c/DSC02775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2859237400702338649</id><published>2008-11-27T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:02:54.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was tiring, gah. Had training this morning, it was okay. Went to coffeeshop to have lunch, then met Mum at Admiralty MRT station. MRT-ed to Outrum. In case you were wondering, we were heading to HPB {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's a hospital&lt;/span&gt;}. Had my backbone checkup and an X-ray taken (: The upper part of my backbone, the one in the middle of my ribcage, is curved. Luckily it's mild, or I'll have to wear braces-.- Yeah, imagine that, braces for the backbone! K anyway, MRT-ed back to Woodlands. Mum actually wanted to go Orchard to shop, but I was darn tired. Met up with Jolene and Sherye to give them my payment then had dinner at Horizon with Mum and Noel. Mum and Noel went shopping while I bused home. Okay the end of the day plus evening :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Michelle Xie, I don't know why you're so against me but get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; facts right first. Step big nia-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've got nothing to blog about already. Bby I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you and Paolo I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; you. Selfish asshole. Pathetic piece of shit. Mean jerk. I hate you so much that it's not even hateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2859237400702338649?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2859237400702338649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2859237400702338649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2859237400702338649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2859237400702338649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-tiring-gah.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1489367097225379751</id><published>2008-11-26T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:22:03.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cakes are very delicious! :D Haha okay random random. Went to Crescent Girl's School this afternoon and had a friendly match with them. I don't know what's up with me during the ballworks D: Couldn't even throw a simple high pass. Watched the seniors played, then it was our turn. We got thrashed by them, again :( Thank you Michelle for playing two quarter of Center for me, or I would have been dead by now. And thanks alot alot alot Shu Luan for the tips and encouragements!:D The words you you said, I'll never forget. I won't let Coach down (:&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, then bused home. We still have training tmr D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K people I've got nothing to blog about already except that cakes are really delicious. But I think I already mentioned that. Oh well, that's all for today, short and sweet!:D &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MaryAnn, cheer very up (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;BABYBABYBABYBABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1489367097225379751?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1489367097225379751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1489367097225379751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1489367097225379751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1489367097225379751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/cakes-are-very-delicious-d-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1580322591245679840</id><published>2008-11-25T22:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:55:43.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY NOEL TAN POH MING!♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you so much baby you are so damn cuteeee! *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Training today was okay, except I was like a first-timer netballer during the games we played. I was really disappointed in myself D; There'll be a friendly match tmr, and I still can play like crap! Ran around Woodlands Ring Road after that, distance estimated 1.6km. I came in first among the other netballers, 7 mins 39 seconds :D Went home for lunch after that, then met Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marsiling MRT station, met a blogshop keeper to collect my good. Saw Novin and Jean(: They really look so sweet together!:D Then Daniel and I walked all the way to the busstop outside church, bused to Causeway Point. Called Aolin to ask her come my house, then she asked whether I wanted to go to Bugis with her and Yunlong (Jovi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her at Admiralty platform. When she reached Daniel and I, she started talking to this guy sitting near us on the same big chair. It was Yunlong-.- So he has been with us all the while! HAHA! MRT-ed to Bugis, walked walked around. And no, I didn't buy anything for myself, believe it! Bought an Elmo tee for Noel :D The MRT-ed back to Woodlands and 903-ed home. Daniel didn't want to come to my house so it was just Aolin, Yunlong and I and alot of other party goers. And oh, I overheard something funny at Bugis Street. This guy pointed to a nightwear and told his girlfriend "Next time when we have sex, you can wear that" LOL! And WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I guess that's all for today, goodnight people!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Netballers, good luck for the match! We musn't lose to them again!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;iloveyou;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1580322591245679840?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1580322591245679840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1580322591245679840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1580322591245679840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1580322591245679840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-4th-birthday-noel-tan-poh-ming-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7641225163944337669</id><published>2008-11-24T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:56:51.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrI4Awq1vI/AAAAAAAAAic/E64EKdx2SPU/s1600-h/JP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrI4Awq1vI/AAAAAAAAAic/E64EKdx2SPU/s200/JP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247178392950514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrIzOQ4lSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ovXnHRmHKow/s1600-h/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrIzOQ4lSI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ovXnHRmHKow/s200/brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247096118383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrJRgzGuBI/AAAAAAAAAik/INjcvwSaliM/s1600-h/DSC02792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrJRgzGuBI/AAAAAAAAAik/INjcvwSaliM/s200/DSC02792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272247616489830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrZlJlvCZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kyhMUnP5iiw/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrZlJlvCZI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kyhMUnP5iiw/s200/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272265546043165074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP is my new buddy and Brandon is my good friend :D Haha campers, he really isn't my boyfriend! Anyway, hello people, I'm back from the camp! :DD&lt;br /&gt;It rocks like shit and it was so damn cool! I so can't wait for the upcoming events the Hidden Treasurers organized!:D I learnt many many things are made alot of new friends (: Mainly JP, Bruno, Jeremiah, Angelyn, Dorothy, Judith, Enid(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sorry if spelling error&lt;/span&gt;), Andrew, Sheila, Franchesca, Clerisan (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;sorry wrong spelling!&lt;/span&gt;), Aaron and Father Terrence {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He's the priest&lt;/span&gt;}!:D The names before Father Terrence were our dear facilitators (:  The camp rocked so much! Or did I already mentioned that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so many things. All the games were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RETARDED&lt;/span&gt; I tell you! And I seriously mean it! But it was very fun, there were alot of laughters. Those LOL kind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Met Sacha at Civic Center at 7am. She was late! Then we had McDonald's for breakfast. And my burger cost me only $0.15! There's a photo of the receipt above :D Then we bused to Church. Reached campsite, they told us that we were a tribe, and our tribe was called "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;!Itachdein !Panashy&lt;/span&gt;". Then had to surrender our valuables and stuffs. Headed up to our dorm to place our bags and stuffs. Then we had our game :D&lt;br /&gt;We played "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hunt for your lunch&lt;/span&gt;". We had to find soft toys hidden all over the first level of our campsite. And you know what?! We had to tear the soft toy apart! Then we had to do a ritual to celebrate having food to eat. Had lunch, then played "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Please The God&lt;/span&gt;". That one was hilarious and irritating! Cuz Father Terrence kept on bullying us! Irritated till Sacha, Brandon and I chit-chatted with Jeremiah. The hilarious part was the facilitators sabotaging each other! JP kena by all of them till pek cek! Damn poor thing lah him! Then had to wait for our turn to shower. Me and 2 other girls, Dashelyn and Bernice, had to sing to Enid and Sheila before they let us shower-.- But I kena had to sing even when Andrew was there (!) Damn paiseh man! After showering and dinner, went back to Session room. We had the Blessed Sacrament thing. I prayed and prayed, trying to get in touch with Jesus. When someone touched my shoulders, I just suddenly burst into tears, but silently. Alot of tears just kept streaming down. Seriously alot. I've never cried so much in so damn long. And I don't know why I cried either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: We all had diseases they day before {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;forgotten to type the diseases thing under Day 1&lt;/span&gt;} because we ate meat for dinner. Then we had a remedy. Have to cure people. The remedy damn sick I tell you! Oatmeal, soya sauce, honey syrup, Yoko(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the medicine&lt;/span&gt;), water, flour and all mix together. Of course we didn't consume it! We had to apply it on the body part which contracted disease. When Father said we can start, Joel suddenly started applying the remedy for my 'ankle diseases'. Then I suddenly kena by Father because I applied a little bit of my remedy on Jeremiah-.- Father's remedy was damn disgusting! My WHOLE leg somemore! After that, all of us were asked to gather. Then Father had a smart idea to finish the left over flour. Yeap, he threw it on us-.- I kena by Bruno and Jeremiah too. My head was damn flour-y! Went to wash up, then had dance practice. We were supposed to play water bomb, but it was raining D: We learnt how to waltz :D Partnered up with Stanley Tug. Brandon actually chose me to be his partner, but Father separated us, cuz he thought we were together-.- The waltz was damn cool lah! And Stanley was a good dancer! Ms Clema said we danced nice, and it was so sweet :D Roseanne and Fredrick kept saying we looked like we're about to kiss-.- Was so cool man the waltz!♥ After that was dinner, then we had Eucharistic Celebration. During the Eucharistic Celebration, something very funny and embarrassing happened to me! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Father Terence: You, Maria, why does the Church belong to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: Errr..because we go there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*Father laughs like crazy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Father Terence: HAHA! Okay then I ask you this question ah...do you go to Causeway Point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*everyone and I laughed our asses off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Father Terence: So Causeway Point belong to you lah?! Then you must be very rich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I can't believe I'm so dumb to give a dumb answer! Lights off time after Eucharistic Celebration. I slept without having any problems, cuz it was 12am already and I was damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Right eye was damn pain and looked like some animal when I woke up. Folded up eyelids and all properly, but still looked damn ugly. So when I talk to people, I look at them with my left eye only-.- Played water bomb, or should I say coloured water bomb. Damn fun lah! But damn sad for me lah, always kena by people! Once they say '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Start!&lt;/span&gt;', people all aim at me already-.- Was soaking wet just by the water bomb alone, not by the bucket of water. Went back to wash up, then had Eucharistic Celebration, lunch and waltz again {&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't know which comes first&lt;/span&gt;} After that had to pack and go home D: Reached Church, stayed to chit-chat, then walked to cwp with Sacha, JP, Bruno, Jeremiah, Pricilla, Aaron, and 2 other lady facils I didn't saw who. Okay so only Bruno, JP and I went to cwp. Sacha, J and P went home. 903-ed home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the camp, I so can't wait for the bbq!:D Thank you Father Terence, facillitators and esp Teacher Monica and Teacher Clema! They kept on mothering us, and mothered us so much that Father had to scold them!D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn late this morning. Then no breakfast with Jon KKP!D: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Who ask you never SMS me earlier...&lt;/span&gt; Then met Brandon, watched Quantum of Solace. Saw Emmanuel when coming out of theaters. Met Sacha for awhile. After that went to Sports Hall to meet Daniel. Then JP, Gean/Gian(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;idk how to spell&lt;/span&gt;) and Aaron came :D Gean and JP were so damn funny, laughed the shit out of me! Then we walked towards Church. Daniel and I went there to help Sacha returned a form, then bused back home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY PAUL JOHN TAN POH WEI!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;happy birthday and First Holy Communion little brother!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7641225163944337669?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7641225163944337669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7641225163944337669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7641225163944337669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7641225163944337669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/jp-is-my-new-buddy-and-brandon-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SSrI4Awq1vI/AAAAAAAAAic/E64EKdx2SPU/s72-c/JP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2364022046765463928</id><published>2008-11-20T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:52:14.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! I know it's such a blah greeting, but whatever! I'm too busy to blog, cuz I'm packing my bags! I'll be going off for 3 days and 2 nights to New York!:D&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay don't believe that, that was just one of my imagination. Haha, I'll just be going to Hougang for Church Camp (: Not really that excited as I've been to Church Camp zillion of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training just now, it was alright (: Except I was sun-burnt! My face is red, I look like I've been drinking! Okay yeah I've been drinking alot. But of water, not alcohol ;D Ahhhh, I'm getting lamer by the freaking second-.- After training went to re-pierce my damn nose again and pierce cartilage with Syazana at Woodlands Checkpoint's version of Bugis Street. But the Auntie said something, I dunno what in Chinese, then she pierced another hole on my nose. After I realized, then I was like, WTH?! My nose has 2 holes! Looks very ugly you know?! Okay I feel like damn &lt;i&gt;ah lian&lt;/i&gt; man, 2 nose piercings and 7 ear piercings. Syazana pierced her lips, I didn't cuz I had no money-.- But nevermind, Shazrul asked me to go with him to pierce lips and maybe eyebrow together!:D Too many holes on my face already-.- Then after that meet Daniel, walk around. We went to Sheng Siong!:D Haha, funny lah! Then walked here and there, at last went home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh I'm damn freaking hungry now, guess I'll be off to have my dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou to me! Cuz I don't feel like packing but I have to! D:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, hope you don't see any vampires tonight! Twilight haven't started yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up Jerene♥! I'm always here :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2364022046765463928?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2364022046765463928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2364022046765463928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2364022046765463928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2364022046765463928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-people-i-know-its-such-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2094760948413276267</id><published>2008-11-19T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:54:37.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA AND ASYURA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I love you guys, may all your wishes come true...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the 19 November would be on Sunday :/ And therefore I almost forgotten my Dad's birthday. Luckily my Mum reminded us, haha. I made a card and a poem for him, sweet right?!&lt;br /&gt;I hardly do these kind of stuffs for my family members, haha. We don't show our love, haha. Had a slight fever last night and when I woke up this morning, it was miraculously gone :D But I wasn't the happiest of mood this morning. When I woke up, Dad was sleeping beside me { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My bed is queen size!:D&lt;/span&gt; } He kept of coughing and coughing. Sometimes I really get worried about his health alot. He is a smoker, and he is already 50. I pray that the cough is just those typical cough, nothing to do with lung cancer or whatsoever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;TOUCH WOOD&lt;/span&gt;! My Dad is marvelous, I tell you. If he were your Dad, I'm pretty sure you'll love him more than anything else. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Papa, I pray that you'll live till a ripe old age, staying healthy all the while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about my Dad. He never gets angry. We { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3 brothers and I&lt;/span&gt; } could be very pissed at him and start hitting him, he'll just smile and let us vent our anger on him. Every morning, he would buy us breakfast, even though there is food at home alr. Most of the time the food will be left untouched. He'll just eat it while we eat the delicious food our Mum cooks for us. Whenever our Mum starts screaming at us, scolding us or even hitting us, my Dad would just smile and laugh, and tell her "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't scold the children, they still baby only&lt;/span&gt;" even though I'm 13, and my brothers are aged 11, 9 and 4. My Mum told me once "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your Papa very proud of you, you know? You must study hard for him. He always takes out your photo, points at it and tells his friends '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This one is my daughter. She is very pretty, and she does very well in her studies&lt;/span&gt;' You must continue to do well, so that your Papa will be very happy&lt;/span&gt;" He never fails to ask us if we have enough money with us, so that we can enjoy ourselves. He is the one supporting the family with his income, which isn't very high. But he still works very hard, so that the 4 of us would lead a happy life. Even though my phone bill is damn high, he just tell me not to SMS so much, cuz my Mum is very angry. But doesn't the money for my bill come from him? He is so wonderful, so great, so magnificent, so marvelous. The greatest Dad ever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so touched by him that I'm even crying while posting this-.-&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can be a better daughter to him. I'm going to study hard and give him a wonderful and perfect life. I'm going to make him very proud of me and my brothers. Cuz he deserve it all&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Thank you God for everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2094760948413276267?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2094760948413276267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2094760948413276267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2094760948413276267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2094760948413276267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-papa-and-asyura-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-565869307594871906</id><published>2008-11-19T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:20:35.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tagged by FARHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Instructions : Remove 1 question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 19 questions.Than tag 8 people from your list, list them out at the end of the posting.Notify them in their tag board that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1.Does people treat you as side dish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps, I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2.Whats would u do if your parents died and left u nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd cry till there's no tears cuz they died, but I don't care whether they left me something or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3.What your favorite level in your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Primary3, Primary5, Primary6 &amp;amp; Secondary1. I can't chose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4.What kind of boyfriend/ &lt;s&gt;girlfriend&lt;/s&gt; do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny/Makes me laugh alot, Sweet, Romantic, Sports &amp;amp; Music person, Makes me feel secure, Hopefully can play the guitar (and serenade me *wink*), Most importantly, someone who loves me very very very very much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5.Is there somebody in your heart right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;6.Do you believe that you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like, totally no money at all? I don't think so. This world ain't a free world, you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;7.Are you afraid of pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Depends on the degree of pain (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8.What do you feel like doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finish reading my novel and eat! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;9.If there is someone you love, will you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah definitely! I don't wanna keep it to myself and I don't wanna regret. Who knows, he might like me back! Haha okay high hopes but yeah, you might regret if you don't. Confess, I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;10.Is friends or your bf/gf more important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;11.Do you love Zac Efron and Martin Johnson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG YES I FREAKING LIKE DUH DO! &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;12.If you can have 3 wishes granted, what will it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For all my wishes to be granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To have my house supplied with whatever I wanna eat right NOW&lt;br /&gt;- For everyone to be happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;P.S/ I just need one wish for all my wishes to be granted, HAHA!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;13.If you have a chance to be rich or happy, which one will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy!:D Cuz if I'm happy, I'm rich! Muahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;14.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;15.If you are unhappy, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheer myself up ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;16.Which country do you like the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SINGAPORE, AMERICA-NEW YORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;17.Which is your favourite band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, Simple Plan and The Click Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;18.Are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now? Nah I don't think so. But oh, I'm not sad/angry/whatsoever either. Neutral (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;19. How would you feel if you go to hell ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll tell you if I go to hell(: I don't know how it is like, I can't give you an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 8 beautiful and dazzling people :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel. Paolo. Emmanuel. Jonathan KKP. Asyura.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ K I dunno who else, everyone seem to have done this quiz alr-.- }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-565869307594871906?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/565869307594871906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=565869307594871906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/565869307594871906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/565869307594871906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-farhan-instructions-remove-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7931142919185437949</id><published>2008-11-18T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:34:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;K PEOPLE NO PHOTOS D: SAD RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: Stayed at home, didn't use much of com :(&lt;br /&gt;But yestd turned out to be quite fun :D Played with my 4 year old brother, Noel Tan Poh Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;pssst, I was the one who gave him his Chinese name!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;beaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We played Power Rangers and Army :DD It was so fun! So much childhood memories (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Met a friend after netball training and he gave me money to buy prepaid and FBT shorts when I didn't ask him to, how generous! :D&lt;br /&gt;Learnt guitar from some person, then went to Woodlands Sports Hall to watch people.&lt;br /&gt;In more specific terms, to watch people play badminton. Was damn fun, alot of laughters :D&lt;br /&gt;There was one time, damn hilarious man! I was being cautious when walking on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Person looked at me like I was insane. So I said matter-of-factly "There might be dog shit."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA THEN YOU KNOW WHAT?! Person really stepped on the dog shit!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I didn't know that there'll be dog shit. I was just being cautious.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe might not sound so funny now, but seriously, laughed the shit out of us! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post looks like blah and sound like blah, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to blog. But I guess I should update my blog! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not really in my usual crazy/happy/hyper mood now, so goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He said " You still have a chance as long he is not married :D "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7931142919185437949?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7931142919185437949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7931142919185437949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7931142919185437949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7931142919185437949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/k-people-no-photos-d-sad-right.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4980732270186007444</id><published>2008-11-16T13:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:11:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_VPY4u1GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/WjRYSOCEqOo/s1600-h/emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_VPY4u1GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/WjRYSOCEqOo/s200/emotions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164549401924706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_VAHH6LrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hgCFkBih8MQ/s1600-h/friends+to+strangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_VAHH6LrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hgCFkBih8MQ/s200/friends+to+strangers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164286935707314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_U8a-d8_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/fAn3FrcEZUI/s1600-h/sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_U8a-d8_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/fAn3FrcEZUI/s200/sadness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269164223545340914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I remember the times we spent together on those drives. We had a million questions all about our lives. And when we got to New York, everything felt right. I wish you were here with me tonight. I remember the days we spent together were not enough and I used to feel like dreaming except we always woke up. Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much. Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up. I need your loving hands to come and pick me up. And every night I miss you I can just look up and know the stars are holding you tonight. I remember the time you told me about when you were eight. And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait. I remember the time you sat and told me about your Jesus and how not to look back even if no one believes us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Give me more loving than I’ve ever had. Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad. Tell me I’m special even when I know I’m not. Make it feel good when it hurts so bad. Barely getting mad, I’m so glad I found you. I love being around you. You make it easy, as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;There’s only ONE(1) thing TO(2) do THREE(3) words FOR(4) you: I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm feeling like the happiest girl in the whole universe, hah :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4980732270186007444?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4980732270186007444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4980732270186007444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4980732270186007444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4980732270186007444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-remember-times-we-spent-together-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR_VPY4u1GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/WjRYSOCEqOo/s72-c/emotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3173572784511634856</id><published>2008-11-15T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:08:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR7kOkYFjcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/F1OjXpLfU_g/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR7kOkYFjcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/F1OjXpLfU_g/s400/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268899553004064194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I finally learnt to love again, I have to let go. I know that life is unfair. I know that we don't always get what we want, even though we want it badly. Just let it go, forget about it and pick yourself up from where you fell. Just bear in mind that it may not be an easy journey. The heartbreak, the tears, the fake smiles and fake laughs. But I'm sure, that we will finally get what we want. Some just get it earlier, some later. And when you have it, treasure it. Cuz it's special. That is why life is long. We go through phases. Whether we like it or not, we still have to go through it. And in life, it's hard to trust. Everything and everyone changes. Either for the good, or for the bad. Don't be surprised to how fast things can change. You can be crapping, laughing out loud with one of your good friends and a few hours later, the both of you might not be friends anymore. Therefore, treasure every single moment of the present. You don't know what might just happen in the future. Anybody can just leave. By leaving, as in leaving you or passing away. Who knows what might happen? Only God knows. Tell your loved ones how much you love them, for you might not be able to tell them anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I guess it's just a crush, I'll get over it, I know. But the more I think about what you said, the more hurt, envious and sad I'll get. But when I think of those two guys, I try to stop my emotions from controlling me. It's just a tiny crush, I'll tell myself. Cuz perhaps it's true(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The fate we have together, I'll always remember(: But I believe, sometimes fate is nothing. It just misleads what people believe. So I guess the fate we had was... I don't know, for fun? But believe me, I'm glad that I had known you. I had so much fun crapping with you, talking serious stuffs with you, lame-ing and bhb-ing with you :D But I might have been better off not knowing you though :/ Whatever it is, we already know each other. Good luck with the journey ahead. We'll still stay as good friends, right?(: God bless you and peace be with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGAuGbFIlfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGAuGbFIlfE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People asking how I'm doing. But every question still has you in. I say I'm fine and I never think about you, but you're always on my mind. I'm getting over you. I'm getting over you, most of the time. If I say it like I mean it then maybe I'll believe it like it's true I'm getting over you! Even if it takes forever, I'll get my shit together. I've been doing so much better. I'm getting over you!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it is true :D And oh, did I tell you guys that Paolo drew a portrait of me?! I bet I haven't told you guys yet! But yeah, he did! Visit his blog to check it out!:D I linked him, under 'WoodlandsRing Sec'. I'll upload that drawing someday (: Damn sweet right?! And what's more, he drew that by memory! I feel like the luckiest girl ever! *&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;grinning like a retard&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Jinfu beeeee, don't be sad anymore!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well goodnight everyone! Maria has to get her beauty sleep already lah! (:&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling down lately, it's time to feel up! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm treasuring every single person now, for it might be too lil too late someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3173572784511634856?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3173572784511634856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3173572784511634856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3173572784511634856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3173572784511634856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-finally-learnt-to-love-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR7kOkYFjcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/F1OjXpLfU_g/s72-c/emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-550269569141344211</id><published>2008-11-15T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:07:10.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR5YeBFqRxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yFEvqG9AGao/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR5YeBFqRxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yFEvqG9AGao/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268745886781556498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; asked me to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; date to the senior prom. Holding a big banner, standing on the table right in the middle of the school canteen, there &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was. The noise level went down, down to zero. It was a total silence. It was so quiet, you could hear the water boiling from the noodle store. "MARIA!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;called out, scanning the crowd for me. At last, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; spotted me, sitting down at the end of the canteen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; looked right into my eyes, open up the banner and suddenly, whisperings started. There were "Awww...", "OMG!", "Ohhh" and "Ahhh" amongst them. I took my eyes away from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; beautiful face, and read the words on the banner. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MARIA, WOULD YOU GO TO THE SENIOR PROM WITH ME?♥&lt;/span&gt;" The words were big and clear, bolded in red. I stared at those words, unable to believe what I saw. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;opened his mouth, and asked "Maria...may I have the honour to take you to senior prom?" Slowly, I lifted my head and looked into &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;eyes. I was speechless. I tried to get the words "I'd love to!" out of my mouth, but no words came out. I was mesmerized by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; beauty, was very touched by the way &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; asked me to prom. "Boy! What are you doing?! You are supposed to be in class!" The voice of our school's Operation Manager thundered throughout the canteen. I was still tongue tied. I wanted to give &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; an answer. A positive answer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; looked at me, his pretty eyes filled with sadness. Slowly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; turned away, and headed back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; class. Everyone turned to look at me. I got up, ran after &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;and hugged &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; from behind. "Yes, I will! Yes, I'd love to! Yes, in every language!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; spun around, and gave me a kiss. Cheers and claps followed. Mrs Kok came out of her office to see what the commotion was all about. She was stupefied to see me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; arms. Even though it has "Two months detention" written all over us, I didn't care. I didn't give a damn to anything at all. What I only care about is, I'm going to the prom with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I threw my eyes open and looked around me. I heaved a sigh of dismay and slumped my shoulders. That was only a dream. A dream that will never come true. Those were just my fantasies, me in my own world. But be realistic, Maria. I doubt there'll even be prom in WoodlandsRing Secondary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;As I realized that some dreams may never come true, a tear escaped from my eyes, and rolled down my cheek. I want something very simple. Something most girls get to experience. An experience which is the most important day of a girl's life other than her wedding. And that is prom night. I wish upon a star, that my wish will come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Woodlands freaking Ring Secondary School have a prom?! Huh huh huh?!! WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;Okay chill Maria, chill. There might be prom by the time I'm in sec4. But still!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be my prom! And when it's my prom, I either go out with guys from my level or I ask a guy out. But if it isn't my prom, there might be a chance where I get asked out! And that'll be so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Imagine, the guy coming to my house to pick me up. He gets to meet my parents. I wonder how they'll react... Then he'll put on the most beautiful corsage in the world on my wrist. Then we'll be on our way to Raffles Hotel in his dad's car. We'll enter the ballroom hand in hand. All eyes will turn to look at us. It's as though we are making a grand entrance. Or maybe we really are :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about prom already. I'll shut up, I'll shut up :/ I bet you girls are dreaming of prom too :D Okay fineeeeeeee I shall shut up officially-with-signature now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet Daniel and then Sacha later. Separately, although at the same time and place-.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha sounds dumb I know. But the both of them asked me to meet them at the same time and place. Oh well, we're all going to Church for catechism class anyway. They can make friends (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh shuckkkkkkkkkkkks. Talking bout cat class, I haven't studied for my test today! :/&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, nevermind. I'm promoted to sec2 anyway :D I don't know why/how either.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I better start preparing to go out now, or I'll surely be late. My tardiness! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you people loads esp &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;JEN YEO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, did I mention that life is getting better? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-550269569141344211?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/550269569141344211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=550269569141344211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/550269569141344211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/550269569141344211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-then-he-asked-me-to-be-his-date-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR5YeBFqRxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yFEvqG9AGao/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2245810385312444614</id><published>2008-11-14T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:42:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gXfawBZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/iXguM7vPMjM/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gXfawBZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/iXguM7vPMjM/s200/heartbroken.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268473095780304274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gOrBFwzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/c4sBKDGNMws/s1600-h/cry.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gOrBFwzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/c4sBKDGNMws/s200/cry.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268472944275079986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gLRzVXaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/yv8qVtrFfko/s1600-h/confused.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gLRzVXaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/yv8qVtrFfko/s200/confused.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268472885966888354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gIjmyl_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/sTOOo7h-JVI/s1600-h/anger.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gIjmyl_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/sTOOo7h-JVI/s200/anger.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268472839206508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Somehow everything is screwed up, everything is in a mess. I know that someday, everything would somehow be alright and today will just be one of those bad days. I'd be smiling and laughing, feeling at ease, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Everything would be fine, the bad times of the past would just be 'experience'. How I yearn for that beautiful day to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Brokenhearted, sad, confused and angry. I want to cry it all out so that I'd feel much better. But here I am, emotionless. I'm sick of doing little things to make myself happy, to comfort others when they're down so that they can be happy. And no, it's not that I'm forced to be there for you. I want to. But is anybody here for me when I need them? Is anybody even trying to make me happy? No!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But why am I so bothered to make sure their life is going on smoothly? Why do I rush down to just be there during their bad times? It's their life, not mine right? Why do I even freaking care?! Why do I have to be like a counselor to them when no one even bothers bout me?! Why can't I just ignore them and let them solve their own problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself to open up my feelings, not to be a coward and hide them. And when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;thought/think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I like this particular someone, he has a girlfriend. Gosh, there's something  fucking seriously wrong with me. I don't know what's so difficult bout liking someone who likes me. I can't seem to understand myself. I wish that we make the decision on who to like, not our heart. Cuz the heart is dumb. The heart only follows feelings. It doesn't care who the person is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And when I want to find someone to talk to, I just look through my phone book and MSN contact list, wondering who could I talk to. I just look through over again and again and again. But there seem to be no one. I don't understand why when there are problems, people start looking for me and when I'm the one having a problem, there is no one. One good reason why life is unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yadayada, my life sucks so much it's not even sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2245810385312444614?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2245810385312444614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2245810385312444614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2245810385312444614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2245810385312444614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/somehow-everything-is-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SR1gXfawBZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/iXguM7vPMjM/s72-c/heartbroken.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4062341254810143320</id><published>2008-11-13T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:44:55.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people, I'm feeling screwed up and fucked up now D:&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going totally wrong suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;There were no signs, everything just...took a wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of all these, I need a break. Like, now till forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a I-don't-know-how-to-describe day.&lt;br /&gt;Followed mum to Civic Center, then went to Boots&amp;amp;Shoe to meet Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry for making you wait so long, so many unplanned stuffs at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to Somerset, walked to Cathay Cineleisure. Bought tickets for HSM3 at 4.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thanks alot for the treat!:D haha, who asked you to lose to me in the challenge?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PastaMania for our lunch. He had lasagna while I had Hawaiian Pizza :D&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, same, I have no idea how you cut the pizza-.- I gave up halfway and used my hand :/&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, then went to another mall to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;Time passed quickly man(: Went back to Cineleisure to buy popcorn and the show started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as ever, HSM3 was niceeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed back to Woodlands. Saw my cousin Joey at Yishun MRT station { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;the train terminated&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;Went to Royal Sporting House (I think) to buy shoe. Okay not me, but Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;Then bused back home(: We're not living together lah, we just live a bus stop away :]&lt;br /&gt;Was in a bad mood then, cuz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; was damn sarcastic, then buey tahan alr :/&lt;br /&gt;Reached home feeling damn sad lah. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To Daniel and I:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cheer up!:D I guess it's really fate man! I mean, we bad mood on the same night, and were always so nearby all these years. I'm so glad to get to know you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You've been such a fun bhb&amp;amp;lameass partner!:D Now, we need to pamper ourselves with pretty&amp;amp;handsome things!:D And talking bout handsome, that photo of you was really shuai!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures for today, cuz somebody was camera-shy. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I should call it a night(: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay lame-.- Goodnight playhumans! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4062341254810143320?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4062341254810143320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4062341254810143320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4062341254810143320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4062341254810143320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-people-im-feeling-screwed-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1217772755794807525</id><published>2008-11-12T21:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:39:18.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRrmJinPvzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6h5N-CHAxBo/s1600-h/DSC02729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRrmw2j9iaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PEiFGGcSWDA/s200/DSC02742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267776441117673890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRrmpGaULiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fq7poDNTxG0/s1600-h/DSC02707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRrmpGaULiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fq7poDNTxG0/s200/DSC02707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267776307933228578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to start this post. I've got no new and creative way of starting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall use the traditional "It was a bright sunny day..." sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bright and sunny Wednesday(:&lt;br /&gt;Met Sacha at Causeway Point at around 1.30pm. MRT-ed to Orchard :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lucky Plaza to walk around. Went to Takashimaya after that (:&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch (so called) at the foodcourt, then went to Cold Storage to buy sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, the both of us eats alot ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and around, the usual laughters and retardedness.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lucky Plaza again cuz Sacha wanted to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed back to Woodlands, via the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have-seat&lt;/span&gt; route { &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Orchard to Marina Bay to Woodlands&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought bubble tea from SweetTalk, then we said our goodbyes and parted *&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;emo emo&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Bused back home, reached around 8.30pm (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn the bubble tea I bought, makes me wanna vomit now.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever buy chocolate milk tea! Or any milk tea for that instance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another day to Orchard :]&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to Cathay Cineleisure with Daniel to watch HSM3! :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, travel all the way there just to catch a movie-.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, going to Causeway Points will be boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnnnnnnnnnn, can't wait for tmr! HSM3!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for today :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you my baby'dear Sacha Sison Monsalve! *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight you people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;REPLIES OF TAGGS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kywvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Haha, those bitches. What the hell-.- Screw them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't want my blog to rot lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;SACHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;OF COURSE you are important! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cynthia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;You are loved too!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Viviien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; thanks girl!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*kiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;loyloykooly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;thank you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;okay sure :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;passerrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;www.watch-movies.net (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;YUNKWANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHA BABY?! thanks for your tag! and haha, I know! Damn fun hor?! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pa0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;apparently..no  :D it wasn't scary [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1217772755794807525?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1217772755794807525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1217772755794807525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1217772755794807525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1217772755794807525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRrmJinPvzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/6h5N-CHAxBo/s72-c/DSC02729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-128225884417824139</id><published>2008-11-10T21:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:27:49.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg9oRAz_lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/61kGpv8NFfc/s1600-h/HSM3+Tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg9oRAz_lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/61kGpv8NFfc/s200/HSM3+Tee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267027526180666962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg9gkIjHTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/M1DiKEjoDFY/s1600-h/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg9gkIjHTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/M1DiKEjoDFY/s200/DSC02672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267027393874435378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-Pu9X1_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/CxX5WWUZ2ZA/s1600-h/chocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-Pu9X1_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/CxX5WWUZ2ZA/s320/chocolates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267028204234201074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-83-E6nI/AAAAAAAAAek/lgK7Qa3A-mk/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-m0l6d9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/oh8Ebml5bc8/s1600-h/DSC02692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-m0l6d9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/oh8Ebml5bc8/s200/DSC02692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267028600883410898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-foRimEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/p6Ssy9f-iaE/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg-foRimEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/p6Ssy9f-iaE/s200/DSC02677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267028477317650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Sacha and I went to Causeway Point to...walk :D&lt;br /&gt;Met Syarafina, Asyura and Sharleen dearies ♥&lt;br /&gt;Then Sacha and I went to library to borrow books, went to NTUC to buy food and to her house (:&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madagascar 2: Escape To Africa&lt;/span&gt; online :] It was funny and cuteeeeeeeeee! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 8pm. Whoosh, the retardation of both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training this morning. It was quite relaxed, I should say (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the salon near my house and had a haircut with Joyce ♥&lt;br /&gt;Spiked my hair more and thinned it and trimmed my fringe :]&lt;br /&gt;Went to Daniel's block to lend his basketball.&lt;br /&gt;Met Jonathan under my block and walked over to blk 27.&lt;br /&gt;Practiced shooting, then played a match between these 5 primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;Asked Daniel to come down and play/help us. Haha we were losing to them!&lt;br /&gt;Superman Daniel came to our rescue! He came, we won like crazy :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I was just exaggerating :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, Jonathan, Daniel and I just sat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there &lt;/span&gt;doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Played a damnnnnnnnn retarded and what-the-hell game of Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, then I tio kena-.- And Daniel said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Go to Malaysia and never come back&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, so I went to Malaysia -.- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shhhhh, I'm not gonna tell where I went! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Bought Coca Cola Zero for Daniel and Lays for Jonathan (and I).&lt;br /&gt;By the time we found a spot to sit on, it was already dark.&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and chatted. For a moment they were talking bout games -.- { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;boring! *yawns*&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked Jonathan to the bus stop and waited for the bus with him.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I walked back. He later SMSed me saying my face looked so red -.- HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 8.30pm. Bathed and shiokness from then to now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm so damn vain, taking so many photos of myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;But well, as they say, love yourself before you love others ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muackkkkkkkks!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-128225884417824139?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/128225884417824139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=128225884417824139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/128225884417824139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/128225884417824139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-sacha-and-i-went-to-causeway.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRg9oRAz_lI/AAAAAAAAAdk/61kGpv8NFfc/s72-c/HSM3+Tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1070306388100790774</id><published>2008-11-10T13:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:50:49.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What My Name -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MARIA SOCORRO TAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;small style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xxx xxxxx&lt;/small&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Means :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the classic “Type A” personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S/ I'm not crazy with these things but psst, this is really true! It's freaking me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1070306388100790774?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1070306388100790774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1070306388100790774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1070306388100790774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1070306388100790774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-my-name-maria-socorro-tan-xxx.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-5454414322409455424</id><published>2008-11-10T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:20:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your True Love Is A Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that was nothing, I was just being bored. Damn bored. Extremely bored. Okay you got the drift. Anyway, I don't know what's up with me and a Cancer being my true love.&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously. Pisces and Cancer are good together. I did that quiz above, without involving my horoscope, and the answer is still Cancer. Okay I don't know why I'm blabbering bout this, it's not important. Unimportant. So any of you hot lads out there is a Cancer? :D Okay shutup :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important, is Sacha. She is missing! No, not literally missing.&lt;br /&gt;I meant I couldn't reach her. Not literally reach her as well.&lt;br /&gt;I meant I couldn't contact her. Called her house, but it's not reachable.&lt;br /&gt;Onlined cuz I figured she would be too, but nope.&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to go to Novena Church and then Takashimaya!&lt;br /&gt;Sacha where the Earth/Heaven/Hell are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having egg and rice for my breakfast/lunch/brunch, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite delicious because I'm so so hungry! Didn't have dinner last night D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? This post is retarded. Well that's cuz I have nothing to post about!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! Unless you wanna know bout my plans for this week/month/holiday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if you don't wanna know, just skip this paragraph (:&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, my plan is sweet and simple :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Hair extension at Paya Lebar with Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dye hair (DIY) at &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MAYBE pierce lips with Shazrul at somewhere&lt;br /&gt;- Watch HSM3 again with Daniel on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;- Go kai kai/jalan jalan with friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;- Meet Jon (maybe on Friday) for my cheese fries :DD&lt;br /&gt;- Go I don't know where with Goodfriend Brandon&lt;br /&gt;- MEET UP WITH AOLIN DEARESTEST! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Job hunting with anybody who wants to find job&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping/Window shopping at Bugis Street!&lt;br /&gt;- Sentosa with Yu Yang and humans (still unplanned)&lt;br /&gt;- Train and train for netball (not that I want to, it's bo bian)&lt;br /&gt;- TRY to lose some weight and get more tanned&lt;br /&gt;- Read and read novels after novels, hopefully 20 novels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all, my sweet and simple holiday (:&lt;br /&gt;And ooooosh, I'm so excited for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Okay even though it's a million minutes away-.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay random random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, guess I should stop here. My holiday seems so sad because I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what to do?! I'm not born the daughter of Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;But hmmmmm, maybe I am his long lost daughter, Maria Gates :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay stupid. But nothing is impossible! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here, ladies and lads. I'm on my way help Nancy Drew solve her case [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-5454414322409455424?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/5454414322409455424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=5454414322409455424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5454414322409455424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5454414322409455424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-true-love-is-cancer-why-youll-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3757717421528275666</id><published>2008-11-09T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:55:39.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY EMMANUEL!♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;hope you have enjoyed your birthday and may all your wishes come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long day man! Haha okay maybe not, everyday is the same. Okay lame, but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Met Emmanuel this afternoon under my block and bus-ed to Causeway Point together (:&lt;br /&gt;Waited for his cousin - Zac korr korr - at Boots&amp;amp;Shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?! He treated us to PizzaHut. Okay not surprising he treating Emmanuel, because they're cousins and it's his birthday anyway. But we're like, strangers!&lt;br /&gt;And dumb me, don't know how to cut my pizza with fork and knife -.-&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel had to cut the pizza for me, HAHA! :/ I felt like a 3 year old kid!&lt;br /&gt;Ate till cannot finish the last plate, was so damn full!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks again Zac korr korr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to go find Daniel so that I can say 'hi' to him so that I can get my free ticket to watch High School Musical 3 :D Haha, I really can't get enough of that movie!&lt;br /&gt;And so yeah, he lost to me in that challenge :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, saw Jen, Natasha, Nadila and Farhanah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;happy 14th birthday, Jen!♥ loves and kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sacha, and walked around somemore :]&lt;br /&gt;Went to Metro to search for our ideal prom dress. But couldn't find one, cuz the dresses there...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I have way nicer ones at home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church. After that bought some snacks and talked&amp;amp;laughed our way back (:&lt;br /&gt;She went home and I walked to Causeway Point. { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;okay unnecessary information&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;Went up to 3rd level, saw Jon Kuku Peacock :D&lt;br /&gt;Went down to interchange, emo bus ride back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was all for today (:&lt;br /&gt;Had some heartening talk with Daniel, but alot of crapping before that, HAHA x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thanks alot for those..errrrm, like what you say, words of wisdom! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that should be all, I'm gonna take my dinner now (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I know it's too late, it's already 11:55pm :/&lt;br /&gt;But better late than never! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kuku Peacock MY CHEESEFRIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Goodnight, sweet valentine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3757717421528275666?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3757717421528275666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3757717421528275666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3757717421528275666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3757717421528275666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-18th-birthday-emmanuel-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4765968275722748487</id><published>2008-11-08T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:03:46.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't find the perfect word to describe today, but I guess it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out in the morning to meet xoxo, cuz he was feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;see, I'm such a nice friend! just send an SMS and I'll fly there (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him at Admiralty, and slacked at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;His story was very sad, but funny indirectly at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I laughed too loud :/ Haha paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Joyce after that, and we bus-ed to Chong Pang.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, thought that we're heading to Chong Pang. We took 965, thinking it'll go there.&lt;br /&gt;But when the bus traveled all the way to Khatib, then I realized we took the wrong bus.&lt;br /&gt;So yeap. We walked from the reservoir all the way to Khatib MRT station!&lt;br /&gt;Took 969 to Chong Pang. Went to buy my contact lens and have lunch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to head back down to Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;We took bus 858 in front of Chong Pang, the bus stop near McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized we were going towards Khatib again, but I wasn't too sure.&lt;br /&gt;Only when I saw the Yishun Sports Hall (or something like that) then I was sure!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Second time already! Alighted at the stop opposite Khatib MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Fed up already, so MRT-ed back to Woodlands. Met Jolene and Sherye there :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Joyce and I were about to go to Causeway Point, we were stopped by this lady.&lt;br /&gt;She is a teenager, around the age of 17? Something like that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah lian lai de!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asking us to buy this pen for $2, to give ex-convicts a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;Asking, at first. When we told her we have no money, she started persuading.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;persuading&lt;/span&gt; became &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORCING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But nah we still didn't buy that pen, cuz we had no money.&lt;br /&gt;She was yakking bout standing under the hot sun and shits, wanting us to buy the damn pen-.-&lt;br /&gt;But why should we be so humji and give in? Of course we still said no.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If you don't buy the pen I will not let you off. You cannot go unless you buy&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Something like that uh, her English sucked. So anyway, I kept saying no { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Joyce was quiet &lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Then she was on the line, saying something like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Knn she say she have no money then don't want to buy, cheebye&lt;/span&gt;" in Mandarin. And suddenly these 2 ultra wannabes came over.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wannabe because they look ah lian to cover their fugly faces, using piercings as main makeup&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;They were like seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORCING&lt;/span&gt; us to buy that damn pen. I mean what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Calling backups just because of a freaking pen which cost 2 freaking bucks? Step cool or humji?!&lt;br /&gt;And this girl, who is damn short, shorter than me even, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOUTED&lt;/span&gt; at me to buy the pen.&lt;br /&gt;So I just casually said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I told you, I have no money&lt;/span&gt;" Then she and her other friend said that if they checked my bag and found out that I have more than $2, they would take all the money away-.- HAHA, are they threatening me? Oh, I think they were just trying.&lt;br /&gt;I repeatedly have to tell them that I need the money for Church { &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was true, $10 admin fee&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;Either they were very dumb or fugging dumb, they didn't comprehend me.&lt;br /&gt;I was absolutely coherent, repeating that I have no money, the only money I have was for Church.&lt;br /&gt;Nabei, still said that I was contradicting myself by saying that I have no money, then saying I have money for Church. But of course they said it in a typical dumb ah lian version, going "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What you talking? Say no money, then say have money for Church, think I stupid?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, you ARE stupid. You are even more stupid to not realize that you are stupid -.-&lt;br /&gt;And one of girl was calling for more backups I think, complaining that I have money but for Church. One of them even suggested (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm putting it in a very nice way&lt;/span&gt;) that I pay the Church $8 and spend $2 on the pen. I was like, NO!&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Shorty: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Why don't you just ask other people? They have the money, and I don't. You are wasting your time asking me to buy the pen&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;She shouted back at me "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I WANT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; TO BUY THE PEN! CANNOT MEH?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she shouldn't be doing charity work like this, forcing people to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Then Shorty told her Weird Eye friend, and Weird Eye went all "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I where got force you?! I got touch you all meh?! I just psyco you!&lt;/span&gt;" in her annoying voice. Okay, what the hell? Is the word 'pysco' even used that way? I was holding my laughter cuz she sounded so stupid, reapeating "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I just pysco you only!&lt;/span&gt;" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Then their boss (Fat Black) came over, and I told her that they shouldn't be doing their work like this, by forcing us. She told them not to do that, or their boss will find out.&lt;br /&gt;Then Fat Black persuaded me nicely to buy the pen. I had no patience already then, and I was sick of repeating myself, so I just took out my consent form from Church, and pointed out that I have to pay an admin fare of $10. She just let Joyce and I leave after that.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? 30 fucking minutes was wasted just on that!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it was so obvious they purposely picked us, right?! Didn't they use their brain, and think? Instead of forcing us for 30 minutes, they could have asked other people.&lt;br /&gt;And they might even get a number of good responce! Dumbtits!&lt;br /&gt;I was fucking pissed with their fucking attitude so I called the police station and made a report.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they were... I don't know. Die? Get Killed? Get molested? Nah I think they'll love the last one. Hahaha! Okay not funny, because it's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to XCraft to re-peirce my nose, then bus-ed to Church.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was quite fun, because time passed really fast :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Causeway Point with Sacha and Joyce. Sacha went home and Joyce followed me (:&lt;br /&gt;Met mum and Noel. Joyce and I went to More Than Words to buy things.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was the one buying, HAHA ;D&lt;br /&gt;She went back to Church after that while mum, Noel and I bus-ed back home.&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home, dinnered, re-read Nancy Drew and now on com (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, what a day man! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4765968275722748487?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4765968275722748487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4765968275722748487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4765968275722748487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4765968275722748487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-find-perfect-word-to-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7044125703028922763</id><published>2008-11-07T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:02:25.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I'm attacked with quizzes, haha. Well the first quiz was requested by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anisa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rasyidah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Syarafina&lt;/span&gt; and some more others while the second was requested by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kexin&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so here goes! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The rules and regulations&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little know facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;1. I smell and hug my baby bolster and pillow to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;2. I eat ALOT, cuz I get hungry EASILY-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;3. I LOVE reading novels and I read them alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;4. I have to older step-brothers, one of them is already married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;5. My mum is a Filipina and my dad is a Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;6. I don't know how to play any musical instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;7. I'm a right-hander who does things like a left-hander, e.g. wear watch on a right hand, carry a shoulder bag on the left side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;8. I love watching Power Rangers, Power Rangers In Space is my favourite :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;9. I don't like action movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;10. I don't have a crush/like/love anyone at all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing is retarded, cuz it's not a game at all-.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tagging anyone, just do this thing if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for Kexin's quiz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Person who tag me is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kexin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;2.Your relationship with him/her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Friends, beloved gan-jie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;3. Five impression of him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cute, and she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she has done for u ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know, there are alot of things :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;5.The most memorable he/she had said to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When she told me that she wrote about a birthday present I gave her for her Chinese exam composition. P.S/ The present was like shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;6.If he/she become your lover,you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAHA-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;7.If he/she became your lover, thing he/she has to improve on would be ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;She is already perfect .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Saddened, heartbrokened D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;9.What is it that you want to tell him/her now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kexin I love you and I miss you and meet up soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;10.Your overall impression is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Of her you mean? Hmmm, easy! :D She rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;11.How do you think the people around you will feel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Elaborate the question, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;12.What do you love about yourself ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nothing ? Yeah nothing (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;13.What do you hate about yourself ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nothing&amp;amp;Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;14.The most ideal person you want to be ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Miley Cyrus! I want her voice , arrrrgh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.For people who love and care for you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Something. You asked me to say something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;16. People to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. Emmanuel (sabo you back)&lt;br /&gt;  2. Aolin&lt;br /&gt;  3. Anisa&lt;br /&gt;  4. Syarafina&lt;br /&gt;  5. Rasyidah&lt;br /&gt;  6. Safwan Daddy&lt;br /&gt;  7. Sacha&lt;br /&gt;  8. Farhan bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;  9. Jon Kuku Peacock&lt;br /&gt;  10. Paolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;17.Who is 6 having a relationship with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;18.Is 9 a male or female ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Are peacocks male or female?-.- Obviously male lah. Pea&lt;b&gt;COCK&lt;/b&gt; leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;19.If 8 and 10 together,would it be a good thing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAHAHA, gays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;20.What is 2 studying about ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Her eyes? HAHA. She isn't studying (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;21.When was the last time you have a chat with 3 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yesterday, on MSN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;22.What kind of music band does 8 like ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't even think he likes -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;23.Does 1 have any siblings ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;24.Will you woo 3 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sorry, I ain't a lesbian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;25.How about 7 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I repeat: Sorry, I ain't a lesbian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;26.Is 4 single ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yeap, waiting for her OOMA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;27.What is the surname of 5 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Does Malays even have surnames? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;28.What is the hobby of 10 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Drawing, reading, killing people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;29.Does 5 and 9 get along well ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;They don't even know each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;30.Where is 2 studying at ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;31.Talk about something for 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He is my mouse, HAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;32.Have you tried developing feeling for 8 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nah he is my bestfriend, now and forever :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;33.Where is 9 living ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Singapore, Admiralty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;34.What colour does 4 like ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Errrmmm...... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;35.Are 1 and 5 best friend ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;They don't even know each other, but if they do, perhaps (: Monkey and Mouse, HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;36.Does 6 have any pets ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How the hell would I know?-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;37.Is 7 the sexiest person in the world ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yeap! Wait, compared to Lindsay Lohan? Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;38.What is 10 doing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chatting with me on MSN, except I'm doing this quiz there fore not replying him. Sorry Pao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done with the quizzes. FINALLY! I'm sweating now, HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was crazy, I don't even wanna think about it. Was really tired and damn hungry,m couldn't stand it. I have zero energy left. Felt like fainting during the court game.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Opposite Coffeeshop to have brunch with Xin Hui and Syazana.&lt;br /&gt;Saw someone familiar by the corner of my eye. It was Yao Quan. Okay not important.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! When I looked at the person beside him, we both had a shocked!&lt;br /&gt;The guy and I "EH!" until so loud, point finger somemore, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was Roy Teng lah, know him quite long but first time see him-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point with Xin Hui to jalan jalan :D&lt;br /&gt;We ended up job hunting in the end. FAILED! D:&lt;br /&gt;Then met Paolo, cuz he INSISTED on treating me to lunch, HAHA! Weird!&lt;br /&gt;Paolo, his friend Jeff, Xin Hui and I bus-ed to Northpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Had McD for lunch, the three of us - Paolo, Jeff and I.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I know lah, I had my brunch { &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;rice, meat and tofu &lt;/span&gt;} then still had burger and fries.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO?! I was already hungry when XH and I arrived at Causeway Point after brunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo showed me the 2006 Yearbook :D It was DAMN CUTE I tell you, DAMN CUTEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;The cutest was Safwan Daddy, he was TINY!! And Paolo looked like a primary 3 kid!!&lt;br /&gt;Lymen and Raymond looked exactly the same. Bernie looked.....different. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;Gasper still had hair then, LOL. Damn cute lah the yearbook! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Paolo to explain his theory of the Pairs to Xin Hui.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I already know it, still laughed my eyes off. WAS DAMN FUNNY OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the shopping centre and walked around. Went job hunting again. BUT FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed back to Admiralty. Thought Paolo and Jeff were going back, in the end they followed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Xin Hui house after that. Was shocked to know that those two were really waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;We played 'Hide-and-Seek' with them, HAHA :D It was funnnnnnnnnn (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to Woodlands Mart to continue job hunting. Still failed!&lt;br /&gt;Then went to play 'Hide-and-Seek' again, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to XH's house, and when we came down, they weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that they were playing a prank on us. Searched for them, but to no avail. Really got me worried. And you know what? They went back in the end. &lt;i&gt;Sorryyyyyyyyy Pao!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no coins for bus. I mean, I totally didn't have money. So I walked all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, from Woodlands Circle block 764 all the way to Marsiling Road (near Woodlands Checkpoint) block 29. My legs hurt like shit I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing was my phone batt died on me, so I have no music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the end of my tiring day. I have sunburn already, what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;The sun nowadays is really very damn darn hot, anyone could get heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine us netballers, 3.5 hours under the sun! Ohmyjesusforgiveusoursins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use a back massage now, because OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;Well blog will be updated tomorrow, baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and thank you PaoloLarioza for the MARS bar again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sweeeeeeeeets&amp;amp;chocolateeeeeeees!♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7044125703028922763?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7044125703028922763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7044125703028922763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7044125703028922763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7044125703028922763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/suddenly-im-attacked-with-quizzes-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6418368784721347040</id><published>2008-11-06T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:39:18.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRLeJw7lT0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/eYOWu1LAXL8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRLeJw7lT0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/eYOWu1LAXL8/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265515173684531010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I stare up at the stars, I wonder just where you are, you feel a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said? Or something I never did? Or was I always in the way?&lt;br /&gt;Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just snap, and everything became different. Just a few days ago, we were laughing like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;How true when they say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Who knows what will happen next in life&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Because who knows things would turn out this way so soon? I really am lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I lost a friend? Or is this just the typical-friends-quarrel? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the first time I cried because of you. I chose to believe it's in a friend way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I promised myself and told others not to shed a tear for guys, because it's not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need a friend, somebody to be there, to talk to. Because it seems like everyone is leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I get jealous too easily, and I'm too selfish. Whatever it is, I hope everything will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish the tense atmosphere between us would loosen up. I believe you feel it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was like usual, except it wasn't that fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Coach was stressed up about considering whether we sec1 netballers should enter next year's North Zone Competition. I feel pressure upon us coming. Oh, greaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to enter the competition and even get into second round.&lt;br /&gt;I was more serious in trainings than ever, putting my 101% even in the drills.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my blurness wouldn't affect what Coach thinks of me: whether I'm trying my best or not. But I'm really really really trying my very best.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope by that one month, we could prove to Coach and the other teachers that we're cut to play for the North Zone next year. Jiayou to all of us! :D&lt;br /&gt;My target is to as good as the seniors. It's magical watching them play on court.&lt;br /&gt;Coach stressed that now we're better than them when they were in sec1. Which was last year.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe, really. You should see how good they are! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are hurting and I'm so looking forward to tomorrow's training. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to bear with the tortures for 2 months D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I chose netball as my CCA! Oh great, just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have my dinner now, goodnight people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I could turn back the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6418368784721347040?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6418368784721347040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6418368784721347040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6418368784721347040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6418368784721347040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stare-up-at-stars-i-wonder-just-where.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRLeJw7lT0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/eYOWu1LAXL8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7539151825620740198</id><published>2008-11-05T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:24:58.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOtCvyjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uBuol8TzfQ4/s1600-h/images5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOtCvyjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uBuol8TzfQ4/s200/images5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265086449005349426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOoBkoWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MzeoKJCdA5I/s1600-h/images1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOoBkoWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/MzeoKJCdA5I/s200/images1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265086447658246498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOVJdqFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O7VnJ5ZA_YM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOVJdqFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O7VnJ5ZA_YM/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265086442591070290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Zac Efron my baby love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like when nothing feels all right&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And somehow I blame him. Blamed him for making me end up like this. Blamed him for hurting me so much until I'm like this. Or is it just that I've become like this? I don't know. I longed for an answer. An answer to my prayer, to my dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I guess I shouldn't blame him. I should just accept the fact that I'm like this. I should just accept the fact that while I see happy couples together, I can only think "How I wish I were her".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I've met alot of good guys all these while. I've never met anyone so good before. But yeah, I've met a number. Any sane person would just accept their love, would treasure them, and learn to love them. I guess I'm insane. I'd be all cautious, wondering why are they so nice to me. I'd even want them to stop liking/loving me, to move on. And it's because I'm sure that it's too early. It's too early to love again, after him, even though it has been 6 months. 6 months. For alot, they might find someone new by 6 months. Even though I'm totally over him, I still feel crushed. I didn't dare like anyone else. Even though it has been 6 months. I don't know how long it'll last. A year or 2? Or maybe even eternity? To me, love life is not that important anymore. I live on school, music, movies and friends maybe. Cuz even my friends seem to have fade away. It was always only Emmanuel there. And I guess I'm used to being with him. He was such a good friend.wish he could be with me all day long. {&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; in love with him!&lt;/span&gt;} But I just realized that he has his own life out there too. So what can I do? Eat MARS till I'm heavier than Earth while crying? Of course not. And that's why I'm feeling so fucked up. Everything became a mess since him. So do I blame him or do I not? And what I'm afraid the most is hurting someone. He is so sweet and nice and all. I couldn't bear to be the 7th person to hurt him. No, I can't. And I'm trying not to. But I believe love can't be forced. And love can't be nurtured. I've tried, and failed, and perhaps gotten that person hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've got lots more to say. But some things are better off without being said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And to that someone, I don't know what's the perfect thing to say. Is it "I'm sorry"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I guess we both could only wait and see what the future brings us, yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around noon, and have been using the com since then.&lt;br /&gt;And oh it's very very very fun! Right. {&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was being sarcastic, if you realized&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess this will be my more-to-come typical boring Wednesday. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;And while people go "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love him/her I miss him/her so badly&lt;/span&gt;", I'll go "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So how does it feel like? I forgot that feeling. It has been like 6 months&lt;/span&gt;". Very fun, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I better get going before I start being a sarcastic bastard. Haha. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye people, I'm gonna play Super Mario now and do my Math homework later.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, you saw it right, Math Homework. And no I'm not being sarcastic this time, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I wanna scream it all out, then cry it all out. What a bloody life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7539151825620740198?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7539151825620740198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7539151825620740198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7539151825620740198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7539151825620740198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/zac-efron-my-baby-love-do-you-ever-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SRFYOtCvyjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/uBuol8TzfQ4/s72-c/images5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-8521896703190748963</id><published>2008-11-04T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:34:59.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NETBALL&lt;/span&gt; training today, was quite fun :D&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i stressed on netball cuz many peeps think I'm a volleyballer-.-&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;We did the usual first, then played this game in the field.&lt;br /&gt;And my team won! :D But Coach wanted the game to have some kind of penalty thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the instructions were not clear at first! Okay let me fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach: "I want each group to have a representative. The rest will spread yourselves around the soccer goalpost. The representative have to try to throw the ball in"&lt;br /&gt;My team's representative was Natasha, the other team's was Zhong Wei.&lt;br /&gt;Then Natasha aimed the top of the goalpost, cuz that was what we had to do previously in the game.&lt;br /&gt;When it was Zhong Wei's turn, it was obvious that she was about to aim there too.&lt;br /&gt;But Coach said "Remember throw the ball into the goalpost!" And she did it and scored!&lt;br /&gt;Coach treated them to ice Milo! Is that unfair or is that unfair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk again around Woodlands Ring after that.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I wonder wassup with Coach and her walk!&lt;br /&gt;When we returned, Paolo was like waiting at the pipe there.&lt;br /&gt;The he brought me to the canteen and guess what!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE GAVE ME 2 BARS OF MARS CHOCOLATE, RIGHT THERE IN THE CANTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;OMG I was like, damn blushing! I practically ran out.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there so many sec3 seniors!!!! OMG OMG OMG! :/&lt;br /&gt;Hey but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn sweet&lt;/span&gt; right?! Right right right?!&lt;br /&gt;He even asked the Stall 8 Uncle to refrigerate it for him/me!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I was smiling retardedly after that. I was speechless, you see!&lt;br /&gt;Did ladder after that, and I can't seem to do the swaying thing right.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's because I can't really move/sway my hips-.-&lt;br /&gt;My lower back HURTS alot then.&lt;br /&gt;Did a ten minute run, then we were released! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed to interchange with Zhong Wei (:&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Causeway Point with Roseanne and Ru Rong, then met Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched together at Banquet and then caught &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;High School Musical 3 ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking nice, I don't mind watching it all over again for 3 hundred times :D&lt;br /&gt;Troy Bolten/Zac Efron was so hot! So hot so hot so hot so hot so hot! :D&lt;br /&gt;I watched it once last week or so online, watched it just now, gonna watch with Emmanuel again.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure I'll cry at the exact same scene. The one where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't spoil it for those who have not watched (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha High School Musical 3 indeed is the best among the 3 :]&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;/LUFF/LURV/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEARTS&lt;/span&gt;/HARTS it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did I just say that already? Hmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo and Zharf were sleeping at the Bouquet, haha sorry guys! :/&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and around, and there damn funny and retarded, HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then Paolo sent me home, he explained why he calls the Indian "Pairs".&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was laughing till I had no energy!&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me something bout Buddha...LOL LOL LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Okay then we had Awkward Moment Number One Million and One at the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;And then you know what??! He did something so sweet and cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;But nah, I don't think I wanna tell you. Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm home now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me now post about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;This post is meant for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;, and everybody who is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;/the victim of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes! *Breathes in...and out...in...and out...in..and...*&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should start now. Sorry for the inconvenient delay yo! :/&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay I know it isn't funny, I'm just lame. Haha lame -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TREASURE YOUR DARLINGS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;dedicated to that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this lucky girlfriend called Claire. {&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It isn't her real name, identity to be confidential&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;And she has this boyfriend called Michael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;{&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It isn't his real name, identity to be confidential&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Michael were together for quite a long time, since last year.&lt;br /&gt;Michael loved Claire alot, he buys gifts and presents and treats to make her happy. Sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well one day, they broke up. Michael said that it was because he couldn't stand the way she treats him, checking him up on him and all. She does not allow him to talk to girls and all.&lt;br /&gt;But she, on the other hand, seems to be allowed to talk to guys.&lt;br /&gt;She hangs around guys and is very close with them. She was very close to this guy, so close that people who does not know Michael mistakes him for Michael. And I mean so close that they hold hands and blahblah and all. Michael of course was hurt. So he used flirting as his tool of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;He flirted with many girls. So their sweet relationship turned into something...ugly.&lt;br /&gt;After the breakup, they still hang around each other alot, like nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;And one fine day, they are finally back together again(: Well that's really good new yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;However...things seem to revert back to its old ways. Micheal flirting and all those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;So how is their relationship now? Seriously, I have not the slightest idea at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a message each for Claire and Michael (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Claire ;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You yourself have to be around guys less if you want Michael to be around girls less. It's like karma, you see. What comes around goes around. And, you have to trust Michael :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When he says that he changed, that he stopped flirting already, you have to believe him, to trust him. Trust is the most important thing in a relationship other than love. How are the both of you gonna be happy if you don't trust him? Well of course he MIGHT be lying, but do always instill the trust in him (: If you have evidence of him flirting, then consult him, have a talk and don't be harsh. And the evidence, it can't be an SMS/call to some girl. It has to be what the SMS is about (cause you can't find out what the call is about) He might just SMS a "Good morning" to some girl out there, but don't get pissed over it. Anger and jealousy are two different things. In this world, there are two genders. You can't expect him to only have guy friends. Try to put yourself in his shoes (: The key here is to trust. Trust him when he says "I love you". You will never know if he means it or not. But since he said it, it shows that he means it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Trust him, but be smart ;) Do keep an eye on him too!:D But take it lightly. He wouldn't want to be treated like a prisoner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Michael;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you already have a girlfriend, STOP FLIRTING! It takes two hands to clap, so the two parties in a relationship have to work together. You can't resort to doing silly things just because Claire went out with some other guy. Talk it out, solve the problem. You don't have to resort to flirting, making the problem even more bigger. You have to be faithful to her. I believe that every relationship has its ups and downs. Not all long-term relationships goes smoothly. We are humans, we make mistakes. Forgive and forget(: Well I believe I already had this talk with you(: You should know what to do, and what to not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Last long together, Claire and Michael!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmm so it ends here(: Was just doing a favour for Michael :D&lt;br /&gt;Blog'll be updated tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight Mars and Jupiter ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-8521896703190748963?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/8521896703190748963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=8521896703190748963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8521896703190748963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8521896703190748963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-netball-training-today-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7376938048424792497</id><published>2008-11-04T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:50:03.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought that I'll never kena this quiz. E M M A N U E L!!! *screams my head off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you eat alot of fast food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeah (: Not much nowadays though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have you kissed anyone in 2008?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yeap. My first kiss! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Errm. I can't remember/I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What did you last get upset about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is being jealous counted? If no, then I'm upset bout having to do house chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nope(: Wait, candies aren't chocolates right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What about in your 5th sent message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Added someone on MSN and Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It does not have to be a meal right? Cuz I ate donuts at Emmanuel's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Noel! (My baby brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. When ordering sushi, what do you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I haven't ordered any before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Who was the last person you sat next to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emmanuel, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sleeping! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you changed alot since summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There's no summer here in Singapore(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Where is the place you want to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anywhere with Emmanuel. I need somebody to talk to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JUST! A few minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What's your favourite song at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tongue Tied - Faber Drive ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. What were you doing at 11 last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Either using the com or on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Who's near you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know which ghost, but no human is near me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What were you doing at 5 am in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dreaming :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.What's bothering you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Having to do house chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Who was the last person to talk to you on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emmanuel! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Whose house did you go to last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emmanuel's!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Who honestly knows everything about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Aolin!:D and Emmanuel too, I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Who broken your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hmmmmm... Paolo, I think (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Are you friends with the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I guess you could say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Are there any parts of your body that hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Back!!! psst, I could do with a massage ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. In the supermarket, the first thing that gets your attention is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MARS bar :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. How cool do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not cool at all, cuz I'm hot ;) HAHAHA okay lame-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Drugs are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;medicine, duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Which one do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;define 'one', please (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Who was the first person to text you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Paolo! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was still asleep in the morning, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Who was your last missed call on your cellphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sacha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. What's the last mistake you made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cursing my mum? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sound of crickets -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emmanuel (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Who was the last person to call you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Emmanuel (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Is there anything you want to say to someone special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't even know if there's someone special :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The lucky 5 who have to do this quiz are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAOLO, NICHOLAS, SACHA, ARIANI, ANISA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7376938048424792497?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7376938048424792497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7376938048424792497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7376938048424792497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7376938048424792497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-thought-that-ill-never-kena-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3222610823232742982</id><published>2008-11-03T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:47:32.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes - or everytime - I don't understand why. Why I have to be the one doing everything while your 3 sons have to do nothing. Is it because of the fact that I'm the only daughter? Or is it because I'm the oldest? C'mon, the oldest of your son is already 11. ELEVEN! I remembered when I was 11, I had to do this and that. And now when he is 11, what does he have to do? Nothing! He spends his day out with his friends and all, while you will complain if I go out every fucking day. When I was only 8, I had to take care of the 2 boys, and cook for them.I willingly learnt how to cook rice, so that you could work in peace without worrying about not having any food at home. I would do the dishes after that, and sweep and clean the floor. My main motive was to see you smile when you reach home, to let you know that I'm a reliable daughter and older sister. I was only 8 then. And now, your second son is already what, 9. Can he do any shits? No. He like a retard, not knowing anything. All he does is play and play, and now his terrible results are out, you didn't even scold him. You just asked why was it so bad. And for me? You didn't even freaking congratulate me. I remembered when I was in primary 5, I was the 1st in class. I thought that you would be so proud. When I told you about it, all you said was "Oh, that means your classmates are not so smart". You underestimate me, thinking I'm some kind of stupid person who will always be last in class. But if any of your sons is the first in his class, I'm sure you're gonna hold a humongous party. You obviously don't appreciate me at all. These words, you say it once every year, I'll always remember: "I don't need you as my daughter. I already have 3 sons, it's enough. I don't have to take care of you, it's easier" You know, since you so wish I wasn't born, why not make your wish come true? Sell me away, or I can always run away from home by myself. I'll find ways to support myself. I don't need a mother anyway. I can live without you. I'd rather have no mother than have one who apparently treats me like shit, who only loves her sons. And the way you gossip about me to your friends, it's too much. It's not as if I don't understand Tagalog. I understand it perfectly. I understand what shits you're gossiping about. Okay I just know that you are so damn biased and unfair and you suck most of the times/sometimes. But I still love you because you are my mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1.30pm today. I know it's very late :/&lt;br /&gt;Com-ed for awhile, then went over to Emmanuel's.&lt;br /&gt;Sacha was already there. The trip there was dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;I almost slipped I don't know how many times, haha damn paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy peanut flavoured waffle at a bakery shop :D {&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;unnecessary information&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Went there to watch Wall-E. After Sacha went home, watched The Eye 10.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel walked me till &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;, and we separated to go to our houses (:&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 9pm. {&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;unnecessary information, again&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight chocolates ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3222610823232742982?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3222610823232742982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3222610823232742982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3222610823232742982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3222610823232742982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-or-everytime-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3838137074433847368</id><published>2008-11-02T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:43:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little warning, post ahead will be boring.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways here goes man! (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point, shopped for clothes and sports shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church and stayed there for 4 hours 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at a coffeeshop with Emmanuel. Thanks alot Moo for dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;He walked me home, laughters as usual, and now I am home, chatting via MSN.&lt;br /&gt;And eating MARS(: No not the one Pao gave, I can't bear to eat it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've been thinking alot about someone lately :/&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight bunnies &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3838137074433847368?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3838137074433847368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3838137074433847368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3838137074433847368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3838137074433847368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-little-warning-post-ahead-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6667535000927935036</id><published>2008-11-02T02:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:16:10.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It's already 2:38am now and I'm still not asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Kinda weird, I usually sleep at around 8pm this year :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Haha okay, weird body weird body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyway, chatted with Paolo Miguel Larioza via his tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Damn very so cool right?! First time doing such a smart thing :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well he can't use the com, so he accessed the Internet using his PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And we chatted via his tagboard. Did I mention that it was one of the smartest idea ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay so I pasted the conversation below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh it's nothing, just for memory's sake (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't trust saving it somewhere in my com, cuz it's bound to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I have no idea why the words are gigantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, the bigger the merrier. Okay what crap :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I guess I'm going off to bed now :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Goodnight sweet elephants (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And oh, Nicholas, sorry for that tagg x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Didn't mean anything, just refreshing last night's conversation :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S/ Conversation between Paolo and I starts from the bottom (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="560"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;table id="mt" class="hbtbl" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="580"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: goodnight &amp;amp; sweetdreams! HAHA, ppl will think we're crazy, having a convo here (: see yah soon! &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="579"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: Larioza you still there? or have you fallen asleep? i'm going to shut down my com alr, can sms if you still wanna chat(: thanks for accompanying me thru th night(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="578"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: grabbing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="577"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHA, im watching the second part &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; omg tat show is soooooo gay. esp when you keep grabbong Sichen's butt when you and him fought. HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="576"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah...time flies...cnt get enuff of dat cant u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="575"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: whoa. thats long!!! i feel like we just started chatting. time flies when you're having fun (: HAHA i'm watching BrokeNBack Mountain &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="574"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: If ur counting the sms time then its 7 hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="573"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: *high-5!* ARE YOU SERIOUS?! 4 hours?!?!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="572"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Church as well...then hopefully home...weve been chattin for 4 hours..hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="571"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hmmm..going to church again(: thats all (: friend wanna have lunch tgt, but see my mood first, haha &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="570"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Wats ur plans for tmr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="569"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHAHA &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; its 1.55am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="568"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Romeo wil take u to d moon and let u play among d stars.he'll let u see wat spring is like on Jupiter n MARS bars...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="567"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: singing like a retard (: Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="566"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Same here...its gonna be 2a.m soon...haha...wat r u doin besides chatin wiv me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="565"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHA! yeah th com's in my room (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="564"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Dead...i meant asleep of course.so u hav a com in ur own room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="563"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: yeah im all alone (: yeah they're all asleep &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/smile.gif" alt=":)" border="0" /&gt; how bout your parents &amp;amp; siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="562"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: I agree...so ur all alone there?parents all asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="561"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hahaha , being mean is good sometimes &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: I carry knives wiv me wherever i go darling,haha...of course i'll kill them..haha...so mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="559"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; Whoots, I'm protected!!! *jumps around in joy, neighbour complained, sat down* Okay that was lame-.- So i assume you'll kill them if they harm me? &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/smile.gif" alt=":)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="558"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: haha...those tings are nt real...nothing's gonna harm you,not while im around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="557"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: i cant see you! dont try to scare me! i watched The Coffin th other day, scared the living sh!t out of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="556"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: haha...dnt be afraid...im just right here "beside" u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="555"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHA THE LAST FACE WAS ABIT RETARDED!!! i meant to type " : x "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="554"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHA :] not sleepy yet? its already/only 1:24am. im bored. everyone is already asleep. im scared. watched too much horror movies lately &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/angry.gif" alt=":x" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="553"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: haha...u hav a point there i guess...haha...XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="552"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hmmmm...lemme see..this..that..this..that..and oh that too...too many yet i dont know what to answer (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="551"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: wat makes u tink i rock then?haha...pls elaborate.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="550"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHAHA!!! you're being too cruel to the innocent ones! Haha!(:&amp;amp; oh, i meant what i say too &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/smile.gif" alt=":)" border="0" /&gt; You rock &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="549"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Well,if she's pretty,smart and aint a whore...its simple...she's a demon..haha...but its true n i meant wat i say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="548"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: you rockkkkkkkkkkk! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="547"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: then what if they aint whores? haha(: thanks Miguel Larioza &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="546"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: But you ARE beautiful to me...hu givs a hoohah to them perfect gals if theyre just whores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="545"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: smart &amp;amp; pretty. arrrgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="544"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hmmm,sell it on ebay maybe?:D haha,nah. had too much coke and chocolate. wont be sleepy till 3am i guess(: Haha, and im too obsessed with being pretty &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/unsure.gif" alt=":/" border="0" /&gt; looking through pictures of perfect girls now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="543"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHA...i wonder wat theyre gona do to my pic...so,arent u sleepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="542"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay.....thats a cute thing to do!!:D haha okay i'd also do that if i were you x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="541"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Nope...im searchin for my face in google.hopefuly those hu tuk pic wiv me,uploaded them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="540"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 01:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: Maria's back!!! &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; not sleepy yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="539"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: take ur time,wudnt want u to go blind...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="538"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: OHHHHH, i see(: nah no worries, i guess only th both of us understands it &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; brb for a moment, gonna take out my contacts and wash my hands (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="537"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: 'that' refered to d non-english ting i said.if it was in english,nasty rumours tend to spread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="536"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: what is 'that' ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="535"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: For all u noe,ppl wud b readin dat n crazy ****ass strts to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="534"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hahaha , &amp;amp; im touched . =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="533"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0" /&gt; yeah i get it &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; LOL, so cool, private language &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="532"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: lying in bed,psp at hand n chatin wiv u...tinking of stuff...ikaw ang nasa isip ko..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="531"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: okay im feeling effing guilty right now. right. change topic. whatcha up to now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="530"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: You dont hav to...seriously...it was my fault...dont take it too hard on urself.it was neither u nor yitians fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="529"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: she enjoys being with you, i guess(: you're fun to hang ard with :] look im really sorry and dont tell me to not apologise. last night was such a mess and i didnt even realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="528"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: yeah...i noe...i just tot dat she'd be happier wiv d other guys...turns out im wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="527"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: i guess so. i dont know. i mean i dont even know her. just heard about her alot. and she edited her post. she said smth bout "selfish why he have to go with her" yestd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="526"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: yeah...u tink she was referin to me as d numb bastard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="525"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hmmm..well..glad that you thought i made it livelier... &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/smile.gif" alt=":)" border="0" /&gt; &amp;amp;Nope i didnt make ur night, God did &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="524"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Hahaha...yeah...okay if u understand dis follow it...pumunta ka sa blog ng babae na minahal ko noon...ok got it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="523"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: but but but , i still felt that i ruined it. i mean serious. i read yi tian's blog (after what michelle told me last night) &amp;amp;then i read alicia's(later i'll tell u why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="522"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: haha,was i attached? oh yeah &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/unsure.gif" alt=":/" border="0" /&gt; okay short term memory x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="521"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: You,made my night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="520"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: bull****..u dnt hav to apologise...u didnt ruin it,u made it livelier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="519"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: haha...but u were attached...didnt dare go near..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="518"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hey pao? im sorry for ruining halloween last night. seems like everyone has a prob with the seperating of peeps. i went blog hopping, &amp;amp; yeap, all (almost) said the same thing. well sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="517"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: wat time u havta go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="516"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: you did know me quite early &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; but you PRETENDED not to know me. hmph! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="515"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: yeah...wished i cud've turned back time...then,i could've known u earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="514"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHA!:D yeah its Nov2 (: why? sad that time flies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="513"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: sigh...its november 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="512"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: wen im wiv u,im miraculously awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="511"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: oh yeah , it was a week earlier (: not sleeppy yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="510"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: yay,midnite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="509"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Nov 08, 00:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Dont wrry,dat bird wasnt named after u...havent met u then remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="508"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: okay is disgusting, im still disgusted. yeah pity her too! &amp;amp;wassup with th bird called Mariyah? sounds like my name. yeah its almost midnight(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="507"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: It's almost midnite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="506"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: I pity the lady though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="505"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="504"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: eeeeewwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG EWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="503"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah,it is...i wanted to take a pic but i cudnt go near.so i took a pic from google instead.but the incident was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="502"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah,it is...i wanted to take a pic but i cudnt go near.so i took a pic from google instead.but the incident was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="501"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: im reading the post about a lady losing her finger. IS IT TRUE???????!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="500"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: i'll b sure to get u more Mars bar then...haha...wer r u in my blog now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="499"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: the chocolates are delicious, i think i ate all of mine alr &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/unsure.gif" alt=":/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="498"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHA yeah too much reading of your blog, i got the "being a jew" thing. HAHA! i would love to say that!! she accused me of losing her damn eyeliner-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="497"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: bein jewish?u almost sound like me...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="496"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: wat,she askin u to stop?wel say"PUTANG INA MO!"...dat wud be a bad thing though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="495"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: _|_ * she is being damn jewish!!! we quarelled just because of an eyeliner-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="494"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hahaha, okay just finished quarelling with my mum _|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="493"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: haha...wel,now u noe...i cnt believe ur readin my past sins...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="492"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: oh oh, i just saw th vid of u playing cancer!! well actually i alr saw it before (: didnt know u could play the piano!! &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="491"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: chattin wiv u via my psp via blog tagboard?haha elephant?ok so many tings i cnt remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="490"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: the painting of the elephant thing, haha &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt; ur blog is like a treasure hunt man!! so whatcha doing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="489"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: oops...haha...so wat other intrestin tings u found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="488"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: oh yeah.was it my sis b-day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="487"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: yeah her bday(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="486"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: oh yeah.was it my sis b-day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="485"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: haha im refreshing all over again too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="484"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: under sunday , june 22 (: yeah its fun!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="483"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: did i post one?lol...wen was it under?...this is fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="482"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: okay just saw ur family photo(: your dad looks cool! &amp;amp; ur bro and sis are so damn cuteeeeeeeeeeee!!!:D &amp;amp; you looked cute too &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="481"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: here i am presin refresh over n over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="480"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: well deal wiv it.haha.wel my past was funny was readin it awhile ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="479"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: was reading your past. cant believe your hair was center parting in sec 1. HAHA OMG!! &lt;img src="http://www5.cbox.ws/smilies/3/grin.gif" alt=":D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="478"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHA! this is so cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="477"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: ya im here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="476"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt2"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;PaO&lt;/b&gt;: ya im here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr id="475"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt"&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 Nov 08, 23:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;MARIA[;&lt;/b&gt;: hey pao ;D you there? okay this looks retarded, HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6667535000927935036?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6667535000927935036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6667535000927935036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6667535000927935036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6667535000927935036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-nov-08-0132-maria-goodnight.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1329531108222329131</id><published>2008-11-01T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:41:46.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been snacking on Tootsie Rolls like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking of last night. It was magical (:&lt;br /&gt;I just read Paolo's blog, and I was smiling all the way, laughing out loud and almost crying at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;Damn hilarious the part where Gary bought his Fish and Chips! :D&lt;br /&gt;And it was so touching and sweet :) Pao rocks the ass out of me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church just now. Attended mass with Emmanuel, and then dinner.&lt;br /&gt;He walked me till somewhere near Causeway Point, then I went to interchange to bus home.&lt;br /&gt;I took the same bus as my catechism teacher, Teacher Monica.&lt;br /&gt;She happens to live near me and her son is Daniel from Woodlands Ring Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;Which is my school, by the way. Okay okay I'm bored and there's nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm blogging bout such unnecessary stuffs :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go get more Tootsie Rolls. And oh, they did gave out MARS bar last night!&lt;br /&gt;My brother #1/#2/#3 got them. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk _|_&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, I'd rather Pao gave it to me :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of MARS, I can't bear to eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; MARS.&lt;br /&gt;Oh holy duck I'm crapping, once again. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shushhhhhh I can't seem to stop blogging. Tootsie Rolls! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Did I mention that I saw alot of hot American dudes last night?!&lt;br /&gt;Well I did. And no I did not go gugugaga over them. Naaaaahhh &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy being a little jealous x] Or maybe very jealous. Double x]&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ( x] x] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight angels of halloween (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;those two words were the sweetest thing I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1329531108222329131?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1329531108222329131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1329531108222329131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1329531108222329131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1329531108222329131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-been-snacking-on-tootsie-rolls.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1816118916345540518</id><published>2008-10-31T23:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:20:21.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQs0ojTngoI/AAAAAAAAAck/pUFFVyIXQ2A/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQs0ojTngoI/AAAAAAAAAck/pUFFVyIXQ2A/s200/DSC02639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263358460789490306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQs0asli29I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4hDsI9jy_V8/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQs0asli29I/AAAAAAAAAcc/4hDsI9jy_V8/s200/DSC02632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263358222762433490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQszgjWYAdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GeW9ZAXSek4/s1600-h/DSC02636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQszgjWYAdI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GeW9ZAXSek4/s200/DSC02636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263357223850475986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQsy657APJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CCBsh_ipjFI/s1600-h/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQsy657APJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CCBsh_ipjFI/s200/DSC02635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263356577074658450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQsxxe23nQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sd7u0xY-hF8/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQsxxe23nQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sd7u0xY-hF8/s200/DSC02634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355315679108354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQsxih1ndcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CC-GJ5Yzxgo/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQsxih1ndcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CC-GJ5Yzxgo/s200/DSC02633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355058781124034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! :D May the ghosts and ghouls be with you tonight (:&lt;br /&gt;Went Trick or Treating just now :D&lt;br /&gt;And it's obvious that the person who asked me out was Paolo Miguel Larioza.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm in love with his name, it's soooooo Tagalog-y &amp;amp; Spanish-y :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left house dressed and hair done, went over to Sacha's to make up.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi-ed with Iqa over to Anisa's house. Haha I know it's a lil retarded cuz their houses are near.&lt;br /&gt;They started Trick or Treating from Anisa's place, I walked&amp;amp;ran to American School to meet Paolo.&lt;br /&gt;Was with Paolo, Aziz and...Gary (if I'm not wrong). Haha laughters! :D&lt;br /&gt;Paolo was damn popular, always surrounded with chics wanting to have a photo with him.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was talking to him and suddenly he was pulled away by a bunch of American chics-.-&lt;br /&gt;That guy, must have been feeling happy till he's flying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking the shits out of us, we went to Al-Ameen to........eat/drink/sit/slack.&lt;br /&gt;And OMG but you know what?! Guess guess guess guess guess!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget it I'm gonna tell you anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;First for background info only: I kept whining bout having no MARS bars.&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me. Yeap, there was no MARS bar! Was look forward to it! D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay then when we went to Al-Ameen, Paolo said that he wanted to wash I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;When he came back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Paolo: So did you get anything you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *Looks through treats..* Yeah, there are some I like (: But there's no MARS bar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Paolo: There is, over here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeap!:D He didn't wash whatever that was, he went to get me a MARS bar! :D&lt;br /&gt;That was so damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet&lt;/span&gt; right?!&lt;br /&gt;You better agree, because it really is! :D That really made my night (:&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling like an idiot then, really joyious, over the moon and universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed back to interchange. We didn't know how to like officailly end the night.&lt;br /&gt;The four of us were awkwardly standing there, haha.&lt;br /&gt;So the night ended with Paolo checking something on my ear. Retarded, I know :]&lt;br /&gt;Went up to get a can of coke, went down again to interchange.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home, reached home at around 10pm (:&lt;br /&gt;Have been using com since then till now, 1 November 2008 1:18am (the clock is still ticking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get my makeup and my half red hair off. Not the hair, I meant the colour (:&lt;br /&gt;I had a happy happy happy happy memorable night :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Pao for the chocolate, I was really touched I could've melt I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I did, I don't know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight &amp;amp; sweetdreams, bunnies ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1816118916345540518?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1816118916345540518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1816118916345540518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1816118916345540518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1816118916345540518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-d-may-ghosts-and-ghouls.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQs0ojTngoI/AAAAAAAAAck/pUFFVyIXQ2A/s72-c/DSC02639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6700758111468587409</id><published>2008-10-31T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:05:55.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to watch The Coffin with Emmanuel.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time ever I watched a horror movie in theaters.&lt;br /&gt;That movie scared the shit out of me man!&lt;br /&gt;Countless of shocks I had. Okay maybe not so many as I practically covered my face all the way.&lt;br /&gt;But overall it is nice, except it is a little bit confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel walked me home and then home sweet home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today/Tonight is halloween and I am so excited :D&lt;br /&gt;I already bought the red hair spray from The Bluez.&lt;br /&gt;It is really a piece of shit cuz it is bloody lousy and expensive -.-&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I already bought them D:&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind (: HAH I'm sure I'll have hell of a great time tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;Many photos to be uploaded tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dye my hair one of these days, and then extend it.&lt;br /&gt;I want the extension to be hot pink in colour [;&lt;br /&gt;But! I realized that I have to go to school for netball trainings D:&lt;br /&gt;So I can only extend it during the last few weeks of December.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crapppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I seriously hate netball trainings. It is so in the way -.-&lt;br /&gt;I want my contact lens for the month to be in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;I think Coach wouldn't care, but Ms Gan and Ms DinaLee would.&lt;br /&gt;Ah crapppppppppppppppp once again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a little bit stupid. I should stop blogging before I post more dumb sounding stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get my ear cartilage pierced! Does anyone know where to get it pierced using needles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6700758111468587409?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6700758111468587409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6700758111468587409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6700758111468587409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6700758111468587409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-went-to-watch-coffin-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-248106974966162159</id><published>2008-10-31T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:00:45.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;humji kia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who has no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; name and used my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I did mentioned that no spamming is allowed, under Disclaimer.&lt;br /&gt;This can be easily inferred that your purpose of coming to my chio blog is to spam me.&lt;br /&gt;If you even bothered to click Disclaimer, these two words with an exclaimation mark - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SPAMMING!&lt;/span&gt; - is capitalized and even bolded.&lt;br /&gt;And moving on. My dear, it's POR&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; star, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; POR&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; star.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there is no such word as porm in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;So either you meant prom, or porn. I'm just being so kind as to point out your error :)&lt;br /&gt;And oh, let me just tell you now that your English is atrocious! You practically have no command of the English language. I mean, come on. Are is spelt as  A-R-E, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A-R-R.&lt;br /&gt;And if you were meaning to type the word bitch, it's B-I-T-C-H, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; byotch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not showing off or anything, I'm just pointing out your errors so that you can hopefully pass your English (:&lt;br /&gt;So again moving on. My dear spammer, everyone looks like a porn star!&lt;br /&gt;And I mean EVERYONE. Porn stars have eyes, nose, mouth, ears and all, just like all human beings.&lt;br /&gt;So you are indirectly &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(but actually quite directly, if the person is smart)&lt;/span&gt; saying that YOU yourself are a porn star (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thanks so much for admitting that in public. FYI, alot of people reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And you yourself capitalized the word LOOK LIKE. So yeap, everyone does look like a pron star.&lt;br /&gt;And moving on, to the last point. I, am not a flirt (:&lt;br /&gt;Please, know the definition of flirt before using it, yeah? :]&lt;br /&gt;Let me be oh-so kind-hearted once again to tell you the definition of flirt, so you do not have to dig up for your dictionary. Or maybe you don't even have one. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cald-hword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://dictionary.cambridge.org/define.asp?dict=CALD&amp;amp;key=29710&amp;amp;ph=on" class="small"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="def-classification"&gt;verb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="def-grammar"&gt;[I]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="cald-definition"&gt;to behave as if sexually attracted to someone, although not seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="cald-example"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="cald-word"&gt;Flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="def-classification"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="def-grammar"&gt;[C]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="cald-definition"&gt;someone who behaves as if they are sexually attracted to a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="cald-example"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, the definition of flirt. And by flirting, it involves touching them physically too.&lt;br /&gt;So no, I do talk to my guy friends but I don't touch them physically at all.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I blow kisses or wink, yada yada all those crap. So no, I'm not a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;If you even think that I am, means you're telling me I'm popular around guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't help it if I am. They're the ones who befriended me and all. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm just a junior in my school. I don't know the Secondary 2, 3, 4, 5 well/at all.&lt;br /&gt;So how did I ended up knowing many of them? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt;, befriended me (:&lt;br /&gt;Both races, Chinese or Malay. So it shows that I'm not those typical schoolgirl ah lian/princess who knows guys of her own race only. Nope :D&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm so sorry if you are some piece of garbage whom no one notices at all.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I'm not some fucking piece of shit, cuz if I even am, I would have been flushed down the toilet bowl long ago. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, all those guys you mentioned - my ex, to be exact - all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASKED ME&lt;/span&gt; for stead.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't ask guys for stead. And if you don't know what exactly happened in my love life, then don't go around pouring those untrue facts because you are just disgracing yourself and embarrassing yourself!&lt;br /&gt;And no, they did not break with me. I shall not tell you how we ended up breaking up in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that they asked me for stead. So its dumb to say that I flirted with them -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you realized, you are actually quite stupid. And oh, you are very jealous of me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shhhhhhhhh. Don't try to deny it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-248106974966162159?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/248106974966162159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=248106974966162159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/248106974966162159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/248106974966162159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-that-humji-kia-who-has-no-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-948363779532953026</id><published>2008-10-30T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:08:42.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello readers, I just had my lunch and I think I'm already full (:&lt;br /&gt;Was so damn happy, rejoicing even, that I gotten to eat rice and Taiwan sausages.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so happy that I get to sit down and relax now. HAHA :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not mentally challenged. Maybe I am, but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I just sound like I am. Cuz I am. So I'm not mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand myself here but, you get the drift (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for training just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun :D Okay maybe fun/very fun :D&lt;br /&gt;We did the usual, and then played basketball. But using netball rules.&lt;br /&gt;Zhong Wei was in my team and yes, we won thanks to her ;D&lt;br /&gt;She is such a professional basketball player!&lt;br /&gt;Coach brought us out of school and we went for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Jogged the last I don't know how many metres back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Approxiamtely 500m)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmed down and we were relaeased, yeah babeh! :D&lt;br /&gt;So yes my legs had a really tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoosh I'm so excited for tomorrow! It's halloween! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe there's nothing to be so excited about since I go there every year since I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I have a day-ate, I have a day-ate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*twirls around and around and around and fall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe there's nothing so exciting bout having a date.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yearned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(LOL drama)&lt;/span&gt; for someone to ask me out on halloween night! :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I already have my costume and stuffs all ready. Ehhhhh wait. No I haven't! D;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dressing as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;, Singapore's version&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop yakking and blabbering now :]&lt;br /&gt;Gonna eat somemore ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Classmates`1E4&lt;/span&gt; : The class outing to Wild Wild Wet would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST PROBABLY&lt;/span&gt; be on &lt;u&gt;5th November 2008&lt;/u&gt;. Details will be given out after further discussion. Basketballers, you all will be having training on that day from 3pm to 6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-948363779532953026?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/948363779532953026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=948363779532953026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/948363779532953026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/948363779532953026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-readers-i-just-had-my-lunch-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3134942056200586791</id><published>2008-10-29T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:36:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHvPNK84I/AAAAAAAAAb0/XFHIWJAzj5M/s1600-h/DSC02613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHvPNK84I/AAAAAAAAAb0/XFHIWJAzj5M/s200/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816516420334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHoQTtbHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/kMlWfYwuxCU/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHoQTtbHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/kMlWfYwuxCU/s200/DSC02616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816396457110642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHhZqYf6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/C9TDTpc7hkY/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHhZqYf6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/C9TDTpc7hkY/s200/DSC02629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262816278709043106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't any other special day, neither was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school this morning for Robotics, as I was forced to.&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy and glad to see classmates again :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to McD for lunch with classmates after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet Emmanuel. Blah and blah, we went to library.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at like 7.20pm. Was really sleepy. He walked me home (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's the end of my really boring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3134942056200586791?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3134942056200586791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3134942056200586791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3134942056200586791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3134942056200586791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-isnt-any-other-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQlHvPNK84I/AAAAAAAAAb0/XFHIWJAzj5M/s72-c/DSC02613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6210927091693390660</id><published>2008-10-28T10:32:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:29:38.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQaIjd1GO8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/gxKIPO3wAjA/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQaGNJXPHkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E4TyWUNr3-8/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQaGNJXPHkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E4TyWUNr3-8/s200/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040775038803522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQaLGju3wwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YqCzZnZh060/s1600-h/DSC02576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQaLGju3wwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YqCzZnZh060/s200/DSC02576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262046159416312578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photograph tells a thousand words (:&lt;br /&gt;From those pictures, it's obvious that I had a fun filled day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank class 1E4(2008) Perseverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2008 in Woodlands Ring Secondary School was such a wonderful year because of you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All of our subject teachers recognized our class spirit and bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We stand up for each other, and never once was there a conflict which splits the class into half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No, we were always closely bonded together, like a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was the first time I felt so together as a class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Even though there are some figures we dislike, we are still strong together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;All those cheers we give each other, all those encouragements shows our strong support for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When one of us are down, the rest of us will cheer him/her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I hereby thank all of you 1E4 figures :D And I love you all very much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(End of dramatic speech, haha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday rocks the shit out of asses :D&lt;br /&gt;It was such a bloody fun day! (:&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Yestd was 1E4's class outing at East Coast Park ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with classmates outside Boots &amp;amp; Shoe at around 9.45am.&lt;br /&gt;I was early :D But so many others was even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;And I was so happy cuz I bought a nose stud and it went into my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, simply meaning my piercing isn't closed yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those classmates who wanted to go to the outing arrived,&lt;br /&gt;went to interchange and waited for bus 966.&lt;br /&gt;The journey was freaking long man! And I thought Emmanuel's MP3 was spoiled :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the beach there, found a spot.&lt;br /&gt;Dumped our things there. Some went swimming, some changed.&lt;br /&gt;Matthio and I walked over to the bicycle&amp;amp;rollerblades rental and rented a rollerblade each.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I don't know how to blade that well-.- Was such a noob bigtime!&lt;br /&gt;We bladed back to our place. Matthio was so nice to help me :D&lt;br /&gt;I held onto his hands and tried to master some skills.&lt;br /&gt;The result? I fell on my butt twice-.-&lt;br /&gt;The first time was I don't know why but I suddenly fell,&lt;br /&gt;and the second time was I want step pro like Matthio, bladed till fall :x&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh, when returning the rollerblades, Farhan helped me too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming when we reached our place.&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun lor! And Su Fei was so hot topless. Matthio too.&lt;br /&gt;But Run Fa, HAHA. Flabby stomach :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, swam swam swam, drank alot of sea water-.-&lt;br /&gt;And then once, was so fascinated with the different types of sand on the ocean floor till ventured a little bit far out.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe it wasn't that far, but it was high tide, and I drank like 1 litre of sea water? Eww.&lt;br /&gt;Was splashing like crazy liddat. No I wasnt drowning. I was laughing-.- Laugh till almost drown.&lt;br /&gt;Run Fa like korr korr liddat, held out his hands and pulled me to the shallow end.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know he could be so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time!:D Ate like crazy like that :/&lt;br /&gt;I see every food also very amazed, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to bury Run Fa! That was fun lor!&lt;br /&gt;Matthio shaped his cock till damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Then I help him do one side of his breast, Sacha and Sheela did the another.&lt;br /&gt;His breast was like, size DD? HAHAHAHA:D&lt;br /&gt;Then he laughed so much till everything cracked D: Didn't have any shape anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There are photos above (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it rained after that. But we still enjoyed ourselves though :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Oh, credit goes to Sheela for her canvas! Our bags stayed dry because of that.&lt;br /&gt;And credit also goes to &lt;i&gt;I forgot who&lt;/i&gt; for the sheet to cover the food :D&lt;br /&gt;Alison and I camped with the food :D Haha, we were obviously eating!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I really did eat alot x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played in the sea, Twister and sometimes just chatted (:&lt;br /&gt;The rain didn't spoil the outing :]&lt;br /&gt;Sacha and I went out and lay on the sand, with an umbrella to protect our face from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;She kept ranting about how she wishes she had a boyfriend then.&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped, and we all went swimming again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[skip skip skip skip skip skip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left East Coast Park at around 7.30pm plus plus with other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed back to Woodlands(: Regina suggested catching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;But Farhan was already broke and Rasyidah can't.&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday, here the 1E4s come!:D&lt;br /&gt;Went to McDonald's for dinner. Met Emmanuel and he walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a freaking tiring day, I walked till my leg muscles hurts D:&lt;br /&gt;But there was no regrets, I enjoyed my day alot :D&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have a class outing Number 2 to the movies,&lt;br /&gt;and Number 3 to Wild Wild Wet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Classmates!: We'll be having class outing #2 this Wednesday, 29th Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;after the robotics thing. We'll be going to Cathay Causeway Point to catch a movie. Ticket will be $6 each. Movie will be decided on the day itself. Do come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love 1E4 and 1E4 rocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6210927091693390660?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6210927091693390660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6210927091693390660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6210927091693390660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6210927091693390660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/photograph-tells-thousand-words-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SQaIjd1GO8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/gxKIPO3wAjA/s72-c/DSC02602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-2885900291830561363</id><published>2008-10-26T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:25:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the phone with Emmanuel now :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church for mass just now(:&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel and I went to Causeway Point after that.&lt;br /&gt;I went to XCraft to pierce my nose,&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to LJS and he dinnered.&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked me home :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sheng Siong later to buy watermelon and rice-.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha, for the class party tmr lah, I not so maid-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to put the bloody stick into my nose.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody piercing seemed already closed, like WTF?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm addicted to the word bloody, I bloody don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough crapping already :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, aliens and the stars (okay random) &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-2885900291830561363?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/2885900291830561363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=2885900291830561363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2885900291830561363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/2885900291830561363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-phone-with-emmanuel-now-d-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3495662996654316347</id><published>2008-10-26T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:55:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Cuz everytime that I try I get tongue tied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, random. That's part of the lyrics of my blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOG SONG: TONGUE TIED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; FABER DRIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, the song is very nice :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay bhb, complimenting my taste of songs.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to agree the song rocks. I feel in love just listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough about that song.&lt;br /&gt;But I love it, I'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm trying to forget that I'm addicted to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough bout that song. Okay Maria, SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday skipped catechism class again. I sinned, gaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Emmanuel at Horizon, ate the exact same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;We went to library slacked after that. Time passed, called Sacha and met up with her.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us - Sacha, Emmanuel and I - dinnered at McD.&lt;br /&gt;Okay apparently only us ladies dinnered. Cheeseburger!:D&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Church after that. Sacha was paranoid about being late.&lt;br /&gt;But she still walk so slow. Haha, funny girl.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to be like a mother and drag those two babies to Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this It thing. It turned out to be a Eucharistic for Youths.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite cool actually. Okay very cool, compared to the normal Eucharistic.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like City Harvest, only more romantic and way lesser people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended at 10pm, but we still had to rearrange the tables and chairs-.-&lt;br /&gt;Went toilet to freshen up and off we - Sacha, Pearl, Iris and I - go :D&lt;br /&gt;Waited for 912 towards Causeway Point. Bid farewell there (LOL drama).&lt;br /&gt;Well Sacha alighted a stop before though. I don't know why I must mention it. HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;913-ed with Pearl. We were conferencing with a friend (censored name).&lt;br /&gt;I know it is retarded, cuz we are just beside each other-.-&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Emmanuel, he walked (or I should say dragged) me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;Am doing pedicure now. Ah shit so excited for tomorrow's class outing!&lt;br /&gt;But there'll be so little food! Very little variety!&lt;br /&gt;Farhan sure don't know how to hold a good party. Good party has delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;And nice games. But I'm sure the game ICs will do a great job :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Princess Diaries yesterday, FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;And the guy who acted Michael was...OMG. Damn hot!&lt;br /&gt;So tata peeps, gonna watch The Princess Diaries 2 now :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope my brothers haven't eaten all the Lays!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3495662996654316347?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3495662996654316347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3495662996654316347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3495662996654316347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3495662996654316347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuz-everytime-that-i-try-i-get-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1701739865732615604</id><published>2008-10-24T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:22:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I didn't went to watch HSM3 in the end cuz seats were full.&lt;br /&gt;Watched HSM2, Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen and Keith online.&lt;br /&gt;Keith is a movie starring JESSE MCCARTNEY♥ which is not out in theaters yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's a romance drama. And seriously, it's nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;And I so too fell in love with that Jesse McCartney, as Keith.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really quite get the story and the ending.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that Keith died in the end. It was a sad one D:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Jesse McCartney so rocks lah!&lt;br /&gt;Mouse was saying something bout a movie starring Jesse, Martin Johnson and Joe Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if that ever came out, even if it's an action film or a lame movie, I'd watch it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie will never be lame since those lovable hotties are starred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Martin Johnson is singing Thunder right now, and he is asking me up on stage.&lt;br /&gt;And OH MY GOD!!! He is going to kiss me on the lips right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*stops blogging for 1...2....3...24 hours*&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, I'm back :D&lt;br /&gt;Martin Johnson sang the line "Your eyes are the brightest of all the colours, I don't wanna ever love another, you'll always be my thunder" looking into my eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh........I think I'm going to faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria wake up! Wake up wake up wake up wake up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, false alarm. Those fantasy so did not happened D:&lt;br /&gt;But hey, everyone can dream, right?!&lt;br /&gt;And my fantasy last time of holding Lin Xu's hand came true right?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let me state first, that that fantasy was ages ago, when we did not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw him the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, the dream bout Martin Johnson might come true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should shut up, I'm blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;With love,♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1701739865732615604?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1701739865732615604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1701739865732615604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1701739865732615604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1701739865732615604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-so-i-didnt-went-to-watch-hsm3-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6677789561681202262</id><published>2008-10-24T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:15:42.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAM RESULTS&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;68.5&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;56&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;     | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;                  | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt; | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;65&lt;/span&gt;      | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;               | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;64.5&lt;/span&gt;     | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;69&lt;/span&gt;      | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;         | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;77.5&lt;/span&gt;     | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;75&lt;/span&gt; |      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;               | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;57.5&lt;/span&gt;     | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;66&lt;/span&gt; |      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;          | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;89.1&lt;/span&gt;     | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;81&lt;/span&gt;      | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;D &amp;amp; T&lt;/span&gt;                  | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;63.5&lt;/span&gt;     | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;69&lt;/span&gt; |      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Visual Arts&lt;/span&gt;         | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;54        &lt;/span&gt;| &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;      | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; |                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;          | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;        | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;CE&lt;/span&gt;                          | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;          | &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;       | &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S/ First column - &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;         Second column - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SA2 marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;         Third column - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Overall marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;         Fourth column - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 617/900&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 68.6&lt;br /&gt;Conduct: Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class position: 6/40&lt;br /&gt;Level position: 18/160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Maria is a steady worker who takes pride in her work. She has&lt;br /&gt;                     a sweet disposition and a gentle temperament. It has been a pleasant&lt;br /&gt;                     experience teaching her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6677789561681202262?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6677789561681202262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6677789561681202262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6677789561681202262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6677789561681202262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-results-english-68.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6984174378770174913</id><published>2008-10-24T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:44:53.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to watch Max Payne with Brandon, his treat.&lt;br /&gt;Not that sure what the movie was about, cuz I was kinda sleeping :/&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show that the move really is very boring and I'm very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;It is an action film, so not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know why I'm even advertising that movie-.-&lt;br /&gt;Will be watching High School Musical 3 later with Classmates plus Syakira.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm the only Chinese/Non-Malay -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then they all will so racist speak in Malay. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. I can learn Malay without going to classes (:&lt;br /&gt;They very better make the movie worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm already freaking broke-.- Hah.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind also, Farhan will be paying 50% :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaahh I'm craving for sweet popcorn now.&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah peeps, I need a job. Any lobang, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Classmates, class outing venue is changed to East Coast Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Should you have any queries, feel free to contact me or Rasyidah :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so damn cold now. And I'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically crapping only, HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Will be blogging more sense later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6984174378770174913?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6984174378770174913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6984174378770174913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6984174378770174913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6984174378770174913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-went-to-watch-max-payne-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-1737068173628896914</id><published>2008-10-22T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:27:20.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SP8iyKSZWTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QqOzqKbfYl4/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SP8iyKSZWTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QqOzqKbfYl4/s200/DSC02562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259961134942345522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SP8iiyY2iVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qfYdGcBJHYU/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SP8iiyY2iVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qfYdGcBJHYU/s200/DSC02561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259960870828935506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo is of a spider which crawled up my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel step man, took it off and then he screamed-.-&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we were at his house, or else so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Where got guy scared of a tiny spider?! It was damn tiny lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second photo was of a dead bird. Rest in Peace, friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, except I was fugging sleepy -.-&lt;br /&gt;Received a medal cuz my team won the Netball World Championship :D&lt;br /&gt;When receiving it from Mrs Kok, she was like :&lt;br /&gt;"Well done! I remembered you from yesterday!" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Still pat my shoulder somemore-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went class, had Science lesson :D&lt;br /&gt;It was the funnest Science lesson of the year! Mr Oh so rocked, we laughed like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh he better be 2-4's Science teacher next year! He's the bestest!:D&lt;br /&gt;When we greeted him, he said: "Okay class, lets greet each other. It's the last time we are greeting each other this year"&lt;br /&gt;Then tears started to appear, threatening to spill. I'm gonna miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussed bout the class outing after that.&lt;br /&gt;Saddened that Ms Shidah won't be able to come D:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Those basketballers, all "see first see first".&lt;br /&gt;Had the concert after that, then released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around in school, then waited for bus with Asyra, Zena, Syarafina and Fathin.&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, was yakking with Safwan Daddy and Shazrul.&lt;br /&gt;Gaah I'm so gonna miss them, especially Daddy!&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;He is so damn cute okay?! Not the looks, but something else, I dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the sec3s, congrats to Paolo!:D Top in English sey!(:&lt;br /&gt;Yahyah, gonna miss him ALOT too D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Emmanuel at Boots &amp;amp; Shoe. He was so late!&lt;br /&gt;I waited till I slept standing!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Horizon. Slacked there, after that went to have lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;Walked to his house after that. I was so sleepy that I slept while walking-.-&lt;br /&gt;It IS possible, people!:D&lt;br /&gt;Then the spider incident happened, LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch The Grudge on his laptop after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this part where this ghost suddenly appeared.&lt;br /&gt;WALAN, GUESS WHAT WAS EMMANUEL'S REACTION!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay dont need to guess, I shall tell you ;D&lt;br /&gt;He, Emmanuel Soh aka Mouse, step man only!&lt;br /&gt;That part ah, he screamed into my ear then FLEW to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making this up, he seriously FLEW.&lt;br /&gt;I got so shocked because of his screaming that I screamed abit-.-&lt;br /&gt;Not because of the ghost lor! Walan, so funny lor. Laughed like shit after that:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Final Destination after that(:&lt;br /&gt;His lappy today like buey song us. The videos all took so long to load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home after that, reached at about 7.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nowadays standared that time'll reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my back hurts seriously now, shall stop blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allimoo&lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-1737068173628896914?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/1737068173628896914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=1737068173628896914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1737068173628896914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/1737068173628896914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-photo-is-of-spider-which-crawled.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SP8iyKSZWTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QqOzqKbfYl4/s72-c/DSC02562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6837743017295560418</id><published>2008-10-21T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:28:24.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was late for school today. Since it's a Tuesday, supposed to be in by 8.05am.&lt;br /&gt;But I reached at around...8.20am? But the good thing was I'm not alone :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay. But I was still super busted though.&lt;br /&gt;But but but, I do not have to do school service! ;D&lt;br /&gt;And so anyways .................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rumi said that my culottes was too short -.-&lt;br /&gt;He asked this councilor to check whether I folded, but no I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;She asked whether I altered, I said yes, and she so happily said that I altered-.-&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! What's wrong with her man?! I mean, she was DAMN HAPPY leh!&lt;br /&gt;I tio sent to Mrs Kok. She see me like see ghost liddat-.-&lt;br /&gt;Her standard line: Tsk tsk tsk, look at this girl! So messy!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! So I had to perfect my whole attire, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;Walan, she damn buey song till she called Ms Shidah down to GO and asked her to call my parents-.-&lt;br /&gt;I mean c'mon lah, my parents dont give a freaking shit(:&lt;br /&gt;So I had to retie my hair which I spent 40 mins tying-.- WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;Had to buy nail clippers and socks somemore. Waste my money.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The nail clipper damn lousy lor! GO got nail clipper, damn stingy, dont wanna lend me.&lt;br /&gt;Got held back for almost 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;And oh yah! Ms Shidah didn't call my parents in the end!:D Whoots she rock! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was damn boring after that.&lt;br /&gt;I gotten my English Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;Section A - 20/30&lt;br /&gt;Section B - 19/30&lt;br /&gt;Total -  39/60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! For Math, I had the greatest improvement! More than 25 marks improved!:D&lt;br /&gt;But too bad I didn't went to school yestd, so didn't get my prize D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was crazy. After the usual, we did this The T thing.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I have no idea on what it was. I was so damn confused lor!&lt;br /&gt;Standing there like an idiot liddat. Till now, I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Then the lightning alert went off, so had to go indoors.&lt;br /&gt;Did sprinting, jumping, passes and crunches.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died during the crunches -.-&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I went all the way up, cuz some peeps only up their head.&lt;br /&gt;NOT FAIR LOR! Made me always have the least number of crunches done-.-&lt;br /&gt;Had a 10 mins run after that. Shit, I can't imagine what holiday trainings will be like! D:&lt;br /&gt;Now seriously have no interst in netball anymore. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to kopitiam opposite school to have dinner, then met Emmanuel at Admiralty(:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot again for sending me to blk 15, Mouse!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and confused and I dont know what now.&lt;br /&gt;Blog'll be updated tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights &amp;amp; With, love &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6837743017295560418?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6837743017295560418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6837743017295560418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6837743017295560418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6837743017295560418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-late-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-5953675157871718842</id><published>2008-10-20T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:59:48.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went gym with Emmanuel, then went to his house after that.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shutter (Thai version) on laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Mouse, make me watch that show! Fugging scary leh!&lt;br /&gt;But but but, he funny, step man only :D&lt;br /&gt;Keep on hiding behind my back during the scary parts-.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so cute also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-ed after that, was abit creepy uh D:&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with Kuku Peacock Jonathan now (:&lt;br /&gt;Gonna prepare for school soon :D&lt;br /&gt;Love yawh peeps&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, love&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-5953675157871718842?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/5953675157871718842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=5953675157871718842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5953675157871718842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5953675157871718842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-gym-with-emmanuel-then-went-to-his.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6096620910235278255</id><published>2008-10-20T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:41:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SHE: I am calling from Woodlands Ring Secondary. Are you Maria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ME: Yes *act-sick voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SHE: Why are you not in school today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ME: I got stomachache *voice almost in a whisper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SHE: Oh! Stomachache ah?! Your parents know you at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ME: Yes, yes, they are also at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SHE: Okay, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hahahaha. Obviously I skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;Mouse told me to tell the person that I'm at a friend's funeral-.-&lt;br /&gt;2 stupid reasons I didn't go school today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't wanna wake up so early cuz I'll be alone and there'll be ghost.&lt;br /&gt;2) I haven't finish my 2 homeworks-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the first reason seemed dumb.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Last night after Church, Emmanuel and I went to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;He walked me home, on the way he was telling me many ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;And we even walked pass a haunted building.&lt;br /&gt;And I mean it seriously, the building IS haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was super super super freaked that I even have to hold on to Mouse for support-.-&lt;br /&gt;That is how freaked I was! The stories really creepy. We even passed a funeral sia!&lt;br /&gt;Reached my block, chatted with him on the phone even though he is just there.&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to pei me in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, I forgot what I did.&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to sleep, chatted with my mum bout the ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;She always make me feel safe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so yah, I do not have to go into details bout me sleeping :]&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later will be going gym (:&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm very very hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna continue on Romantic Princess again :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you peeps&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, love&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6096620910235278255?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6096620910235278255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6096620910235278255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6096620910235278255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6096620910235278255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-i-am-calling-from-woodlands-ring.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-7129677395293467561</id><published>2008-10-18T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:58:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPnb3fGSc1I/AAAAAAAAATY/K7m5tv1oQww/s1600-h/DSC02536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPnb3fGSc1I/AAAAAAAAATY/K7m5tv1oQww/s200/DSC02536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258475786218926930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPnbEdoJfrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MKYpjQ_aik4/s1600-h/DSC02539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPnbEdoJfrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MKYpjQ_aik4/s200/DSC02539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258474909650747058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPna9SemtQI/AAAAAAAAATI/y_gzF9L0v0w/s1600-h/DSC02537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPna9SemtQI/AAAAAAAAATI/y_gzF9L0v0w/s200/DSC02537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258474786398844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a million more photos, but no way I'm gonna upload them.&lt;br /&gt;I look so crappy, like shit! Everytime not ready for camera-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Catechism class today.&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel and I walked Sacha home after that.&lt;br /&gt;After walking the Baby home, went to KFC for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny lor, laugh till so fast full.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to go into details uh :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to outside Civic there slack.&lt;br /&gt;KFC was too cold. Was shivering like cow.&lt;br /&gt;Mouse told me many ghost stories, scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know there were ghost in Church! Like, OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met his friend while I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn scared in the lift man.&lt;br /&gt;Kept staring at the buttons-.-&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mouse was on the line :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Romantic Princess (gong zhu xiao mei) on YouTube now (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice man that show. Well, of course nice!:D&lt;br /&gt;Cuz got Wu Zun/Wu Chun mah! *grins like an idiot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, happy night people!&lt;br /&gt;With, love &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-7129677395293467561?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/7129677395293467561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=7129677395293467561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7129677395293467561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/7129677395293467561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-million-more-photos-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPnb3fGSc1I/AAAAAAAAATY/K7m5tv1oQww/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-5183337692304170062</id><published>2008-10-17T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:58:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired to go into any details, so this post shall be short(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Dearestest Aolin yestd, went to many places.&lt;br /&gt;She came over to my house after that.&lt;br /&gt;Chit chatted with my mum(:&lt;br /&gt;The three of us used to chat like that, I miss it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training today, damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Will be gyming and swimming tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get into school team!&lt;br /&gt;I bout the Veet just now, really can work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, will be sleeping soon :D&lt;br /&gt;Will be having quite a day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, all :D&lt;br /&gt;With, love&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-5183337692304170062?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/5183337692304170062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=5183337692304170062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5183337692304170062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5183337692304170062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-tired-to-go-into-any-details-so-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4570843296479877161</id><published>2008-10-15T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:55:53.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know whats up with me, I just know I'm always sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep even when I'm standing up-.-&lt;br /&gt;And my body hurts from yesterday's training! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Causeway Point to pei Dahling Jane buy Jay Chou's new album.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't buy in the end, cuz it wasn't in stores yet-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then they advertise till so what liddat! Bluff us only!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Emmanuel's house after that. His father thought I was in polytechnic!!!&lt;br /&gt;We watched many movies (:&lt;br /&gt;The first one we watched was Mirrors. It's a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad uh, cuz it's ang moh one. Ang mo's horror movies ain't scary.&lt;br /&gt;And and and, there's this boy, damn CUTEEEEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He acted in Eagle Eye too, as the little boy who plays the trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;He is so hot man, too bad he's so damn freaking young-.-&lt;br /&gt;Like, maybe 10 years old?&lt;br /&gt;And ah ah, on America's Got Talent, there's this boy who looks abit like Trumpet Boy,&lt;br /&gt;But........hmmmm, I guess cuter :D&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he is 10. 10!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched many other movies after that, went home around 7.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was dark, and I was abit paranoid :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy now, gonna sleep soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I forgotten I had homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like, whatthefuck. Exams are already OMG, for Lee Kwan Yew's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be meeting Aolin, go Chong Pang then gym :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm really so tired, I'll stop here (:&lt;br /&gt;Good night, people! *blows kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4570843296479877161?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4570843296479877161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4570843296479877161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4570843296479877161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4570843296479877161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-know-whats-up-with-me-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3275435767620629467</id><published>2008-10-14T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:13:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was so boring that even playing chess could be fun.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to see our Science and English Paper1 because of this assembly.&lt;br /&gt;It was so freaking boring and lame. Pathetic desperate assembly.&lt;br /&gt;It was about bus. Safety upon taking a bus. Need 1 hour somemore leh!&lt;br /&gt;Walan, my precious time! I was just sitting down there, either sleeping or reading my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had gotten back my Math paper. AT LAST!&lt;br /&gt;And you know what????????!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED WITH FLYING COLOURS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper1 = 38/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper2 = 34/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total = 72/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grade = A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?! Cuz I can't!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon, I'm the student who always fails or just passed Math.&lt;br /&gt;I failed my SA1 (not overall). I can't believe I've gotten an A2!&lt;br /&gt;Guess all my studying paid off, eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had netball training today (:&lt;br /&gt;Coach made us do sit ups till I have like, 10 million pacs now.&lt;br /&gt;I might be exaggerating, but seriously, my stomach hurts!&lt;br /&gt;She also made us do jumping.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped till my hair was in a total mess and my bra strap came off-.-&lt;br /&gt;Did sprinting after that, and then ball work.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh it was tiring. It has been centuries since I last worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to coffeeshop after that with Netballers, ate french fries ;D&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed home after that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope tmr will be a better day!:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go watch TV now :]&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm deprived of TV, cuz I totally dunno whats going on-.-&lt;br /&gt;I only got to know what was going on through the radio.&lt;br /&gt;And no, not that my parents don't allow me to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike watching the TV. I know it sounds retarded.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna watch TV now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, love ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3275435767620629467?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3275435767620629467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3275435767620629467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3275435767620629467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3275435767620629467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-was-so-boring-that-even-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-3178841494684739608</id><published>2008-10-13T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:26:48.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today came and went. Short and sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, cuz had chocolate to eat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks, Zena honeybunny, for the chocolate!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chinese first lesson. Went through our exam scripts.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what??!!&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED MY CHINESE! :D&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought I would have failed!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I anyhow did the paper.&lt;br /&gt;What a relief man! :D&lt;br /&gt;I scored 39 for each paper.&lt;br /&gt;Both of it is out of 70.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I passed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, met Emmanuel Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at Horizon Foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like watching Housebunny, so we watched (:&lt;br /&gt;We were just in time for the movie. Phewwww!&lt;br /&gt;He bumped into his friend there, so Friend helped me pay $1.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, "It's your lucky day," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was hilarious and sad too (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that show was really not suitable for kids.&lt;br /&gt;Got one part, she like did &lt;small&gt;blowjob&lt;/small&gt; for the police officer-.-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, funny lah the movie!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I already just mentioned that? *blush blush*&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh! The songs played rocked!!&lt;br /&gt;There was Shake It, Take A Bow, That's Not My Name, Girlfriend and...&lt;br /&gt;THE GREAT ESCAPE!!!:D And I think that was the longest among them all :D&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly went hyper, screaming screaming and hitting Emmanuel (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, sorry lah Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mouse walked me home(:&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, opened fridge x]&lt;br /&gt;Hungry lah, didn't eat for the whole day leh!&lt;br /&gt;And thirsty too ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be having netball again D:&lt;br /&gt;Excited lah, but I'm not ready for torture!&lt;br /&gt;Haish haish haish, bo bian! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'll end here :]&lt;br /&gt;With, love♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I FEEL LIKE A HEROINE CUZ YOU'RE MY HERO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-3178841494684739608?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/3178841494684739608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=3178841494684739608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3178841494684739608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/3178841494684739608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-today-came-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-5616632416470486092</id><published>2008-10-12T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:37:28.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH9V473LnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ASQTmupjNwk/s1600-h/DSC02488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH9V473LnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ASQTmupjNwk/s200/DSC02488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256260792620625522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH2qKASpvI/AAAAAAAAASw/3Lqd0lAPWVk/s1600-h/DSC02486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH2qKASpvI/AAAAAAAAASw/3Lqd0lAPWVk/s200/DSC02486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256253444218595058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH2anXGNXI/AAAAAAAAASo/t1ENQs3vCbY/s1600-h/DSC02485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH2anXGNXI/AAAAAAAAASo/t1ENQs3vCbY/s200/DSC02485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256253177220969842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I look damn retarded, especially at the first photo-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my nerd specs! :D&lt;br /&gt;From Power 9 at Causeway Point just now.&lt;br /&gt;Its expensive, considering it's just for fun. $9.90 leh!&lt;br /&gt;One-third of my allowance gone liao D:&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind lah. I'm happy can liao :D&lt;br /&gt;LOLS, pampering my own self -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda excited for it, cuz results will be out! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmssssss........&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing for me to post about now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, gonna have my dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my people! *sheds tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, love ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-5616632416470486092?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/5616632416470486092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=5616632416470486092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5616632416470486092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/5616632416470486092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaaaaahhh-had-one-more-photo-to-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPH9V473LnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ASQTmupjNwk/s72-c/DSC02488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6931943546022864094</id><published>2008-10-12T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:08:24.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPGbQ3sIpKI/AAAAAAAAASg/eAwqif80PIs/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPGbQ3sIpKI/AAAAAAAAASg/eAwqif80PIs/s200/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256152954247357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPGbJLTdd4I/AAAAAAAAASY/Dr3djwVr9-k/s1600-h/M%26MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPGbJLTdd4I/AAAAAAAAASY/Dr3djwVr9-k/s200/M%26MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256152822073620354" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Maria's property!&amp;hearts; You'll always be my Thunder, baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this guy, people. Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fugging saving and going to Boys Like Girls' concert!&lt;br /&gt;Rumours says that they'll be coming next year.&lt;br /&gt;And they better freaking advertise their concert!&lt;br /&gt;Or the same thing with the NikeHumanRace thingy will happen.&lt;br /&gt;You know what happened? I didn't know they were having a concert, I didn't go.&lt;br /&gt;I was so damnnnnnnnn heartbroken D:&lt;br /&gt;And so yah, I'm saving for BLG concert!&lt;br /&gt;And saving to customize a Martin Johnson tee for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I guess I'll have to work my ass off next year.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully this year too. Any job for a thirteen year old?&lt;br /&gt;I need it, I need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;I'd most probably be buying Singfest tickets next year.&lt;br /&gt;Well, considering who the performers will be.&lt;br /&gt;This year's rocked! I didn't go, though D;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, there wasn't BLG or Martin anyways :D&lt;br /&gt;But there was Simple Plan D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, ticket for BLG's concert plus Singfest.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it's alot of money down there!! I guess no new clothes, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm crapping bout all these here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to post about anyway. Oh, I love Martin Johnson!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I better go now, or I'll be late for Church.&lt;br /&gt;Martin Johnson, Martin Johnson and Martin Johnson!♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6931943546022864094?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6931943546022864094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6931943546022864094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6931943546022864094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6931943546022864094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-martin-johnson-marias-property-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPGbQ3sIpKI/AAAAAAAAASg/eAwqif80PIs/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-882910635180928590</id><published>2008-10-11T22:22:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:09:02.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC209RGUBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2v93Mu7-vdY/s1600-h/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC209RGUBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2v93Mu7-vdY/s200/DSC02461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255901786057101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC7XcqLz9I/AAAAAAAAASE/mYWgxwaDZzY/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC7XcqLz9I/AAAAAAAAASE/mYWgxwaDZzY/s200/DSC02454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255906776645881810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC6YH4Q-LI/AAAAAAAAAR0/atmxm40FYaU/s1600-h/DSC02465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC6YH4Q-LI/AAAAAAAAAR0/atmxm40FYaU/s200/DSC02465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255905688736037042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC27iFgp3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xPhc-lYm-Cc/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC27iFgp3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xPhc-lYm-Cc/s200/DSC02482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255901899019822962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the photos, you can tell I had quite a day today(:&lt;br /&gt;I went out at 11am plus and arrived home only 9.30pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I had lots of funnnnnnnnnnnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jolene Deareh this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sembawang Park.&lt;br /&gt;Was playing with the sand then suddenly rain-.-&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to play with the swing de los!&lt;br /&gt;Walan stupid rainnnnnnnnnnn !*points middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haha if you realized, I start my sentence with Ws&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took shelter at the bus stop, picnic-ed there eating chips.&lt;br /&gt;A bus arrived, so we boarded it.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us in silence, concentrating with our own books in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds geeky, but it ain't. Books are more interesting than television programmes.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went to Sun Plaza. Had some sort of lunch in McDs (McDonalds).&lt;br /&gt;Went to arcade after that. Played the Dance Dance Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;I had that game when I was freakinnnn young, I used to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe cuz it was a mat with colours-.-&lt;br /&gt;2 colours, pink and blue, to be exact. Haha, I anyhow played :x&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was trying to say that I didnt really ever played that thing before.&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow stepped on the thing. But at last, finally, I got how to play it.&lt;br /&gt;Next time gonna spend big bucks on it man, its funnnnnnnnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go after that, cuz had catechism class-.-&lt;br /&gt;Was late for 4 mins, but who cares. I walked all the way there from Causeway leh!&lt;br /&gt;Leg was freaking pain, was sweating cats and dogs D;&lt;br /&gt;Class was quite fun, so yah.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Causeway Point with Joyce to window shop.&lt;br /&gt;Watched her have her dinner, cuz I had no money with me.&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN A FREAKING SINGLE CENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TimeZone to meet Nabil Korrkorr.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us just walked around and around.&lt;br /&gt;Joyce had to go back to church, so Nabil and I waited for Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;Then the three of us went to TimeZone, played with Air Hockey. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Korr's treat!:D Pearl and I went window shopping after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Lin Xu, and then with Lymen all the while.&lt;br /&gt;Funnyyyyyyyy, he liddat jiu made friends with Pearl-.-&lt;br /&gt;That dumb guy, SMS during exam-.-&lt;br /&gt;So tmr will be meeting Pearl for I dunno what,&lt;br /&gt;And Lymen'll be tagging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, my day(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now :(&lt;br /&gt;I only brought $2 with me.&lt;br /&gt;$2!!!!!!!!! For almost the whole day out leh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, gonna have my dinner now (:&lt;br /&gt;With, love♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-882910635180928590?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/882910635180928590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=882910635180928590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/882910635180928590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/882910635180928590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-photos-you-can-tell-i-had-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SPC209RGUBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/2v93Mu7-vdY/s72-c/DSC02461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-733051516121736150</id><published>2008-10-10T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:02:39.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO9tZPvhdDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NXm2PlMgMSM/s1600-h/DSC02279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO9tZPvhdDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NXm2PlMgMSM/s200/DSC02279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255539570654671922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my baby brother Noel(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not exactly baby, he's already 4.&lt;br /&gt;But he's the youngest, the baby in my family.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE HOR??????????!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mouse today to have lunch and catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Eagle Eye. Not bad uh the movie. But damn confusing.&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking him what was happening-.-&lt;br /&gt;I think he got irritated cuz I distracted him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, paiseh lah Mouse x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that, at around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, finally I know how to wear the contact lens-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I better go have my late dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, everyone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With, love ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-733051516121736150?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/733051516121736150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=733051516121736150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/733051516121736150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/733051516121736150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-was-my-baby-brother-noel-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO9tZPvhdDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NXm2PlMgMSM/s72-c/DSC02279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-99596572040655180</id><published>2008-10-09T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:43:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gillian dear ; my voice actually naturally low(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just that when I speak out loud, it's not so low.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's why when I sing high note, it don't sound low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had Math2, it was like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't even understand the graph question, so 7 marks fly D;&lt;br /&gt;7 only hor, not 8!:D Cuz I did 1 of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, not bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to KFC. Then meet Lin Xu.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sembawang, watched Painted Skin.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chong Pang after that to buy my contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;Journey to home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO3QavpXKmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G8i82xQWKwk/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO3QavpXKmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G8i82xQWKwk/s200/DSC02441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255085498096364130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO3QW4JR15I/AAAAAAAAAQM/IbRy9cSZJF4/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO3QW4JR15I/AAAAAAAAAQM/IbRy9cSZJF4/s200/DSC02442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255085431658239890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy damn cute lor, like 2 or 3 years old only, hair like gangster(:&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I'm not in a good mood now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-99596572040655180?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/99596572040655180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=99596572040655180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/99596572040655180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/99596572040655180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/gillian-dear-my-voice-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SO3QavpXKmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G8i82xQWKwk/s72-c/DSC02441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6049126324480329492</id><published>2008-10-08T13:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:12:40.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Science was average, but I'm so gonna flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I only studied Changing Matters, and the two chapters bout heat.&lt;br /&gt;Studied till I was so damn pro at it. But I didn't study the others-.-&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaahhh, what to do what to do, also over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me rate the papers my style&amp;amp;way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths1 ; It was easy! But guess what! I forgotten formula for trapezium,&lt;br /&gt;so my I dunno how many marks fly away! Wasted and saddened! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography ; Not bad not bad (: I find it manageable, except I suck at explaining things-.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Retarded thing! There's this question about rain gauge.&lt;br /&gt;They asked "Mrs Tan asked Siew Ling to place the rain gauge in an open area. However, she placed it under a frangipani tree. Why is it unsuitable?"&lt;br /&gt;You know what the first thought that came into my head was?&lt;br /&gt;Well, forget about guessing. My first thought was "It's unsuitable because pontianaks will take it."&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't get it, frangipani trees are those trees where the pontianaks come from.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can't believe I had sucha retarded thought! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History ; Could've been manageable, but I didn't freaking study D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art ; I'm so gonna flunk, I anyhow coloured the train tracks!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I didn't do my prep work properly!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After papers just now, went to foodcourt with Sheela, Farhan and Raziq.&lt;br /&gt;I bought U-Mian. You know what you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;On one of the vegetables, there was a caterpillar on it-.-&lt;br /&gt;And nah I didn't freak out. I'm not those kind of girls.&lt;br /&gt;And luckily I discovered it after I'm done eating.&lt;br /&gt;Or unluckily, I don't know, whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxUxvcPu4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qMM8uIqHGvA/s1600-h/DSC02376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxUxvcPu4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qMM8uIqHGvA/s200/DSC02376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254668078759787394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to post about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just upload many many pictures ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOyHUpunH9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_3ix5weSI44/s1600-h/F%26R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOyHUpunH9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_3ix5weSI44/s200/F%26R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254723654103015378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rasyidah &amp; Farhan, my BELOVEDS&amp;hearts;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxVWCmn4MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3YvHtFfMUi8/s1600-h/i+hate+studying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxVWCmn4MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3YvHtFfMUi8/s200/i+hate+studying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254668702378877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fugly girl on the right is me (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxVoGWMF-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/g2k9aiEuTY8/s1600-h/DSC02304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxVoGWMF-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/g2k9aiEuTY8/s200/DSC02304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254669012621334498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drawings drawings(: Read the picture :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxWR5W-1uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ys10VCqGt9E/s1600-h/ArianiRemix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxWR5W-1uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ys10VCqGt9E/s200/ArianiRemix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254669730689504994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is cute :D Well of course, she's my baby&lt;/i&gt;♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxWqwGg4-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/21726M_Rats/s1600-h/DSC02305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxWqwGg4-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/21726M_Rats/s200/DSC02305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254670157701243874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Paolo, my Kuya :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxW2gtJ5hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DGm3w8Pon0Y/s1600-h/NN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxW2gtJ5hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DGm3w8Pon0Y/s200/NN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254670359726777874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is Nicholas N, my lameass partner ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxXb5vy5HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/m4Ns3CQifzI/s1600-h/DSC02303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxXb5vy5HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/m4Ns3CQifzI/s200/DSC02303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254671002103899250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; TADA! This is Lin Xu :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have more photos, but I have no time to decorate-edit them.&lt;br /&gt;Uploading plain pictures just like that.......hmmmmmmmm no(:&lt;br /&gt;Looks unglamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, till here&lt;br /&gt;With ♥ ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6049126324480329492?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6049126324480329492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6049126324480329492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6049126324480329492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6049126324480329492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-science-was-average-but-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJHZmjQ6uHQ/SOxUxvcPu4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/qMM8uIqHGvA/s72-c/DSC02376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-8921823891564496971</id><published>2008-10-08T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:00:56.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized my previous two post doesn't make sense. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;To An on: Haha, I already have a life-.- How would I be alive now without a life?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't your teachers taught you? Think before you speak. Dumbtit fugger-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are almost over. Will be having my Science papers later.&lt;br /&gt;Had History and Art yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't freaking study for History at all. At all!! I'm so gonna flunk.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday met up with Paolo, he helped me with my art.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT!!!:D Really can't stop thanking him.&lt;br /&gt;I would have failed!! But I could draw a not retarded looking teddy bear already (:&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Dahling Jane for printing the prep work (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, on Monday funny de lor.&lt;br /&gt;So many Woodlands Ring-ians were there too.&lt;br /&gt;Lymen and Michelle joined Paolo, his friend and I.&lt;br /&gt;Then Lymen kena insulted by Paolo like shit.&lt;br /&gt;But freaking hilarious lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to my Science.&lt;br /&gt;Now revising on radiation blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Last paper will be tmr, Maths 2.&lt;br /&gt;Will be updating then (:&lt;br /&gt;Got alot of photos to upload ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here&lt;br /&gt;With &amp;hearts; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ Everyone, jiayou jiayou!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-8921823891564496971?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/8921823891564496971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=8921823891564496971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8921823891564496971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/8921823891564496971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-realized-my-previous-two-post-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-4392948285745731398</id><published>2008-10-05T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:25:43.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I had a moodswing plus emotional breakdown last night.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my beloved queen sized bed, I slept till so shiok.&lt;br /&gt;The outcome? It's a sunny yellow banana day for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on the phone with Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;For 1 hour 50 mins already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was supposed to study?&lt;br /&gt;Plan always backfired one! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll end here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lin Xu; you said you'll wait for me to say "I love you" deep from my heart...&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The day will come (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-4392948285745731398?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/4392948285745731398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=4392948285745731398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4392948285745731398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/4392948285745731398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-had-moodswing-plus-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-6266961838441470238</id><published>2008-10-04T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:41:12.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walao, what happened to my plans to study?!&lt;br /&gt;What happened?! Huh huh huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you what happened:&lt;br /&gt;I just came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Catechism class just now, wasn't paying attention (usual).&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting away with Joyce about piercings.&lt;br /&gt;And she is so nice! She gave me this handphone thingy!:D&lt;br /&gt;After that went for mass with Emmanuel Soh, my dear Mouse (:&lt;br /&gt;Walan, keep on making me laugh in church-.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He keep on saying that I'm small! Grrrrrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOUSE! So what if I'm 13 and you're 18?! I'm not small!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have dinner with him after that at Al-Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;Cow larh, made me wait for so long. So very long you know?!&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, we were pointing out those spelling errors.&lt;br /&gt;So funny lor, Ice Blended became Ais Blended. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he went to play soccer while I went home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go dinner with Joyce at LJS, her treat!&lt;br /&gt;But she halfway met her mum D;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, not that I spend alot of time with Dear Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time, laugh till pekcek :D&lt;br /&gt;During mass he told me :&lt;br /&gt;"Your hand so small, I thought I wasn't holding it during the Our Father part."&lt;br /&gt;WALAN! Make me laugh till can't breathe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've discovered, that LIN XU AND I ARE NOT STEADS.&lt;br /&gt;It's something like a pretend only.&lt;br /&gt;He said cuz I don't LOVE him, so he won't ask The Question.&lt;br /&gt;My mind now is in a turmoil. Fucked up larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fly me away to the times when life was so carefree&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've numbed out from love since Brian and I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;My heart got the message that I should not love any guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn bloody frustrated right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to talk to, but it seems there's no one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;When did my life become such a loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I giving a damn bout all these anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't bear to admit to myself that I do not LOVE anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a big big big hug, people.&lt;br /&gt;I need some laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Mouse alert, Mouse alert!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I remembered! My Dear Mouse smelt like sweat when we hugged!&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Okay I'm so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep and clear off the clouds of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;With, Love &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damian ; it's like we're suddenly not friends anymore. I miss you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4177704721009822840-6266961838441470238?l=littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/feeds/6266961838441470238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4177704721009822840&amp;postID=6266961838441470238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6266961838441470238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4177704721009822840/posts/default/6266961838441470238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiatch-maria.blogspot.com/2008/10/walao-what-happened-to-my-plans-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MariaSocorro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04804898883973723352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgE51Qn3wbo/TriGIIkv3MI/AAAAAAAABiw/8078pWHQdZk/s220/IMG_1250.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177704721009822840.post-738047926895790730</id><published>2008-10-04T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:53:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Believe me, but I woke up at 5.30am to study Mathematics :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself, cuz I finally understand all those shits I didn't use to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud of me?! I finally know how to do significant figures!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Finally, I know the difference between solving, expanding, simplifying and factorizing!&lt;br /&gt;So I can do my algebra! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I can eat a full watermelon (:&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta do is to know how to do the rise and run thing from Line Graph.&lt;br /&gt;And fugging understand the Number Patterns, and do notes, and study Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm ready for Monday's paper!!:D&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get it done by today, so I'll spend tomorrow doing History.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Monday after exam I have a meeting/date/day/time/whatever with Kuya Paolo;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he is gonna teach me how to draw toys! (:&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so gonna get A2 again for Art! Cuz his drawing is so nice! &amp;amp; I'm gonna draw like him!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow I can so fugging kill my brother right NOW.&lt;br /&gt;He fugging wanna use the com and don't let me use it.&lt;br /&gt;But he fugging can't use the com cuz my mum don't let him.&lt;br /&gt;And he fugging hit me, so I hit him back, but harder.&lt;br /&gt;He's so fugging not gonna use the com once my exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm so fugging gonna use the com.&lt;br /&gt;I so fugging need to give my blog and Friendster a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that was just an &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. I forgot the word :x&lt;br /&gt;Interception? Interv
