<?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-35255294</id><updated>2011-08-16T04:03:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosce te ipsum</title><subtitle type='html'>Memory is an abstract painting. It doesn't present things as they are but rather as they feel.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-8478584059167557708</id><published>2007-07-24T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:38:03.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm getting sick of people judging me by the way I look, the way I talk, or anything physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't fucking know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may THINK you know me, but really. Have you EVER talked to me? I'm not even talking about a deep, intellectual and meaningful conversation. I'm talking about SPEAKING to me. I don't think you're allowed to judge a person if you have never said 8062 words to. Heck, these bunch of people have never said ONE WORD to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous how PEOPLE (yes, there's more than 1. Actually 75.) are jumping to conclusions and making verdicts about me over nothing more than just word of mouth, appearance and the people I'm with. So, I'm not the best role model. NEVER SAID I WAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, you already think I'm a rebel when I've done NOTHING wrong besides talk a lot. Yea, I talk. I LOVE TO TALK. But hey, I was thinking ..why not live up to your expectations? I wouldn't want to shatter your miserable little dreams, now would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'yeah. I heard about the verdict. About what's going to happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find it ridiculous and you people need to lighten up and/or get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. We'll see what happens after the tests are over.&lt;br /&gt;You judge me.&lt;br /&gt;I judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say anymore. Wouldn't want you kids to have shit about me, now would I? (just in case you bunch of ..[   ] have no life but to check on a kid's blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-8478584059167557708?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8478584059167557708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=8478584059167557708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8478584059167557708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8478584059167557708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/07/steamed.html' title='Steamed.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-2050134277506827615</id><published>2007-06-14T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:32:47.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTWORK!</title><content type='html'>The picture speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;Carlwin = Loser.&lt;br /&gt;Marie = Winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew mostly on the right side 'cause Carlwin was sitting on my left.&lt;br /&gt;We had to draw on the same piece of paper simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;Point is.&lt;br /&gt;I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on image for a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/8832/workofartrzdsb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/8832/workofartrzdsb3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-2050134277506827615?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/2050134277506827615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=2050134277506827615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/2050134277506827615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/2050134277506827615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/06/artwork.html' title='ARTWORK!'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-240011148381850108</id><published>2007-06-10T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:30:48.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post.</title><content type='html'>Whoa. I seriously need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since something pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL FIND IRKING THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT, SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, just look at some pics, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmwZDuXBtQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sR-sZNwJOGs/s1600-h/mariefaizwordrz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmwZDuXBtQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sR-sZNwJOGs/s320/mariefaizwordrz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074458431914620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-240011148381850108?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/240011148381850108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=240011148381850108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/240011148381850108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/240011148381850108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture-post.html' title='Picture post.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmwZDuXBtQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sR-sZNwJOGs/s72-c/mariefaizwordrz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-1217367612716864415</id><published>2007-06-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:37:09.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm HOMEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting tired of KL.&lt;br /&gt;Too much walking.&lt;br /&gt;Rude, arrogant people.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, didn't take too many pictures. Too busy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did meet up with good 'ol Sheng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLeXBtCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WjPqgcB2sOA/s1600-h/b1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLeXBtCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WjPqgcB2sOA/s320/b1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072603688942548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLeXBtDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EGiagB2D1ic/s1600-h/b2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLeXBtDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EGiagB2D1ic/s320/b2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072603688942548018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Transformers. Whatever the hell that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLuXBtEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DdFFdaD28rc/s1600-h/b3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLuXBtEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DdFFdaD28rc/s320/b3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072603693237515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLuXBtFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HruyWV5x26g/s1600-h/b4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLuXBtFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HruyWV5x26g/s320/b4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072603693237515346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and I got tired of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1uXBtJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/olf89S_8mBU/s1600-h/b8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1uXBtJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/olf89S_8mBU/s320/b8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604414792021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaaan was ice-skating tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1OXBtHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LkQkO1wZOGI/s1600-h/b6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1OXBtHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LkQkO1wZOGI/s320/b6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604406202086514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eat, eat, eat! FOOOOOOOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1OXBtII/AAAAAAAAAIE/4Ja5KqE7ahA/s1600-h/b7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1OXBtII/AAAAAAAAAIE/4Ja5KqE7ahA/s320/b7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604406202086530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I make this face ..a lot. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1uXBtKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NA3QO5fPIGA/s1600-h/b9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWC1uXBtKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NA3QO5fPIGA/s320/b9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604414792021154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Influenced by all the Arab ninjas in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, turning into 1 myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can ya gimme a .."Haaaaaaaaaaiiiiyaaakkk!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Wilson but he was in a hurry with his CHINESE friend ..so I couldn't get a picture :P Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take pics of the clothes I got from KL, soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-1217367612716864415?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/1217367612716864415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=1217367612716864415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1217367612716864415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1217367612716864415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-homeeeeeee-thank-god.html' title='Back from KL'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RmWCLeXBtCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WjPqgcB2sOA/s72-c/b1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-3881084270542925088</id><published>2007-05-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:03:41.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faiz' b/day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Spent the whole day with Faiz &amp; Carlwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Started off our day at 8am ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUsI03wQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Vgex8wYWKWM/s1600-h/May29th+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUsI03wQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Vgex8wYWKWM/s320/May29th+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020397772554498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..with cake as breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUtI03wRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f7jjw016ZE4/s1600-h/May29th+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUtI03wRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f7jjw016ZE4/s320/May29th+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020414952423698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! And a nice cuppa' milk!&lt;br /&gt;'course it was already there when I arrived. Half filled with an insect inside of it and a half eaten cake by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUt403wSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7ndxZuVM0Us/s1600-h/May29th+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUt403wSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7ndxZuVM0Us/s320/May29th+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020427837325602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa4I03wVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fnhlkNp89nc/s1600-h/May29th+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa4I03wVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fnhlkNp89nc/s320/May29th+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070027201000751442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was being ignored. They were just playing with Faiz's XBOX thingy majigg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxbwI03waI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o7lXVBHbqsY/s1600-h/MEPLAYINGXBOX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxbwI03waI/AAAAAAAAAHM/o7lXVBHbqsY/s320/MEPLAYINGXBOX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070028163073425826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..heh. I got a little hooked, myself.&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa5I03wWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M8k-Rnlb5U8/s1600-h/May29th+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa5I03wWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M8k-Rnlb5U8/s320/May29th+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070027218180620642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE TRIED TO STEAL THE CONTROLLER AWAY FROM ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUuo03wTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lARYEBkCjfY/s1600-h/May29th+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUuo03wTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lARYEBkCjfY/s320/May29th+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020440722227506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BIRTHDAY BOY AND ONE OF HIS MANY KITTIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa7I03wZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b_LpMf1i0vo/s1600-h/May29th+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa7I03wZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b_LpMf1i0vo/s320/May29th+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070027252540359058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.."I'm on the way, I'm on the way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUvY03wUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BlS3g-dUozI/s1600-h/May29th+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUvY03wUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BlS3g-dUozI/s320/May29th+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020453607129410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa5o03wXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g30CabcooWw/s1600-h/May29th+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa5o03wXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/g30CabcooWw/s320/May29th+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070027226770555250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa6o03wYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IYa2odd4m9g/s1600-h/May29th+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rlxa6o03wYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/IYa2odd4m9g/s320/May29th+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070027243950424450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to CP afterwards to play some pool.&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch at BK.&lt;br /&gt;..and we ended up in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSLo03wLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eo_O70nr02o/s1600-h/May29th+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSLo03wLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Eo_O70nr02o/s320/May29th+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070017640403550386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSMY03wMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/726lu_kTeKE/s1600-h/May29th+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSMY03wMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/726lu_kTeKE/s320/May29th+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070017653288452290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSNI03wNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L08jE9qBvuU/s1600-h/May29th+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSNI03wNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/L08jE9qBvuU/s320/May29th+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070017666173354194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSN403wOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yDxf7rq83lE/s1600-h/May29th+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSN403wOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yDxf7rq83lE/s320/May29th+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070017679058256098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSO403wPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bWELQLIATRk/s1600-h/May29th+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxSO403wPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bWELQLIATRk/s320/May29th+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070017696238125298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;We were tired.&lt;br /&gt;This is how we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie afterwards, though. :D&lt;br /&gt;And did our stunt with the escalators. Took a movie but I'm too lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-3881084270542925088?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/3881084270542925088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=3881084270542925088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/3881084270542925088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/3881084270542925088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/faiz-bday.html' title='Faiz&apos; b/day.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlxUsI03wQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Vgex8wYWKWM/s72-c/May29th+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-1163884747681270396</id><published>2007-05-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:50:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FREAKS STRIKE BACCCCKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmISo03wHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K6-DFnGcaoU/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmISo03wHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K6-DFnGcaoU/s320/roshi+b%27day+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069232709360402546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmITY03wII/AAAAAAAAAE8/YzViFhUM_bg/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmITY03wII/AAAAAAAAAE8/YzViFhUM_bg/s320/roshi+b%27day+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069232722245304450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmIVY03wJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zgUYQyEswTQ/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmIVY03wJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zgUYQyEswTQ/s320/roshi+b%27day+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069232756605042834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lame, much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGwI03wCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oZY-TUPGb8Y/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGwI03wCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oZY-TUPGb8Y/s320/roshi+b%27day+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069231017143287842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STALKERS taking pictures of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmLio03wKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MJLNXQM3Nrw/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmLio03wKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MJLNXQM3Nrw/s320/roshi+b%27day+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069236282773192866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doin' some yoga outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGxI03wEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WJBqCngeziU/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGxI03wEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WJBqCngeziU/s320/roshi+b%27day+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069231034323157058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're the shit.&lt;br /&gt;Jananii the Sri Lankan ; Marie &amp; Nadiah the mixed kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGxY03wFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wsJBk0iCXtM/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGxY03wFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/wsJBk0iCXtM/s320/roshi+b%27day+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069231038618124370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGx403wGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fLDfvX8HVoM/s1600-h/roshi+b%27day+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmGx403wGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fLDfvX8HVoM/s320/roshi+b%27day+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069231047208058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-1163884747681270396?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/1163884747681270396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=1163884747681270396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1163884747681270396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1163884747681270396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/party.html' title='Party.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlmISo03wHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K6-DFnGcaoU/s72-c/roshi+b%27day+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-785050484704008798</id><published>2007-05-23T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:17:44.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Midterms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[Edit:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One week left.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;[Edit end]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's papers were seriously balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had 2 hours to study for both history paper. I spent a whole hour bitching about history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't even remember the things I said. It was all such a blur. It came from the heart. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not going to bitch about it on my blog 'cause it's a sensitive topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Although, I will say ..YOU'RE ALL GOING TO FUCKING DIE AND GO TO HELL. 'cause Jesus or Gabriel's going to send me an e-mail to kill all the protestants. AND you can't fucking charge me. Y'know why? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cause God sent me. That's right. I'm a messenger of God, therefore I'm righteous etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELL NO. I can't be lying. I mean, c'mon. Why would I want to lie about getting a message from God at hmm, say 40 years old. Nobody was around to see me go in a trance (if I wanted more attention, I would've just faked a seizure, maybe?) I'm still young. I'm not having a mid-life crisis. My wife isn't aging and dying either. NONO, my uncle's still young and well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't have to come up with this elaborate lie/bullshit about how I'm going to start a revelation JUST to make my life more interesting. I LOVE BUSINESS. I'm not going to throw it all away, 'cause I'm this uber generous person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also, since I can't get laid ..I'll just pretend I'm God or someone relatively close to being the alpha and omega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MEH FUCK THAT. Fuck you and your beliefs. I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m open when it comes to religion, but c'mon. Don't force feed it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I have killing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm getting that e-mail from God, soon. The sooner, the better. I need to put an end to all this ridiculous crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In closing, I think I bitch too much. Or at least TALK too much in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whaddya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlQl3o03v0I/AAAAAAAAACc/vsmX1uL1rG4/s1600-h/353145146l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlQl3o03v0I/AAAAAAAAACc/vsmX1uL1rG4/s320/353145146l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067717118480858946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with a mind boggling picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAYCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mariefrances`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-785050484704008798?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/785050484704008798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=785050484704008798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/785050484704008798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/785050484704008798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/history-midterms.html' title='History Midterms.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RlQl3o03v0I/AAAAAAAAACc/vsmX1uL1rG4/s72-c/353145146l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-5331848464565456069</id><published>2007-05-19T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:48:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIE&amp;JESSE VIDEOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Took looooooaaddss for videos today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm waiting for Jesse to come online so she can send them to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As we wait, let's enjoy some I have on the computer that I've already uploaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent Movie I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqZAGL0w_yY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqZAGL0w_yY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marie Gomes &amp;amp; Jesse Lee - Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIeSZtaGhHY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIeSZtaGhHY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was fucking exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFVzF2Dxbrk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFVzF2Dxbrk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scary Movie I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gzg_po6pvwQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gzg_po6pvwQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the couch ..supposedly ..dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scary Movie II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZulNGGcwmyw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZulNGGcwmyw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being followed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4OdiJpGyCQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4OdiJpGyCQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-5331848464565456069?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/5331848464565456069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=5331848464565456069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/5331848464565456069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/5331848464565456069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/marie-videos_7656.html' title='MARIE&amp;JESSE VIDEOS!'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-8932029565538869406</id><published>2007-05-19T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:59:41.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad influence&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wild child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rebel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MEAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;C'mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get the fuck out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mhm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;=) Nevuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, you and I know I'm mean. C'mon. We both know you're gay too but, c'mon. Stop stating the obvious, will 'ya? If you're gonna cry and whine about it, tell it to someone who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-8932029565538869406?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8932029565538869406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=8932029565538869406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8932029565538869406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8932029565538869406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-nice.html' title='I&apos;m nice.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-5552691412779296292</id><published>2007-05-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:46:42.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkxqcI03vzI/AAAAAAAAACU/5ms_IYKM0KA/s1600-h/koko+and+petee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkxqcI03vzI/AAAAAAAAACU/5ms_IYKM0KA/s320/koko+and+petee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065540712523087666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;John's home in 14 hours :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, he's the dude in the beanie/snowcap.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the airport right after school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe. I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mariefrances`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-5552691412779296292?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/5552691412779296292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=5552691412779296292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/5552691412779296292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/5552691412779296292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/johns-home-in-14-hours-d-yes-hes-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkxqcI03vzI/AAAAAAAAACU/5ms_IYKM0KA/s72-c/koko+and+petee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-4246670176563309721</id><published>2007-05-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:53:16.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnnie Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The latest addition to the liquor family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkiFnbASMUI/AAAAAAAAACE/iJUcmf6Uy0Q/s1600-h/jwalker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkiFnbASMUI/AAAAAAAAACE/iJUcmf6Uy0Q/s320/jwalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064444693288464706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkiFnrASMVI/AAAAAAAAACM/RDIfps8AZbk/s1600-h/jwalker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkiFnrASMVI/AAAAAAAAACM/RDIfps8AZbk/s320/jwalker2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064444697583432018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should be studying. What the hell am I doing taking pictures of whiskey? Meh. Beats reading biology. I couldn't give two shits if that one guy or that other fat one says I have to learn about the reproductive system. You're just messing up the joy of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where's the fun in knowing that you're made through meiosis/mitosis. Who cares about how many diploid cells you need to produce an embryo. Not me. Not now, at least. Maybe when I wanna have kids ..laaaaater on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We want to have sex without knowing the full details. We're ignorant like that. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-4246670176563309721?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/4246670176563309721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=4246670176563309721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/4246670176563309721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/4246670176563309721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/johnnie-walker.html' title='Johnnie Walker'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkiFnbASMUI/AAAAAAAAACE/iJUcmf6Uy0Q/s72-c/jwalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-7034983918116347261</id><published>2007-05-13T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T01:05:19.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Edit; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jesselton texts me and tells me she got a new puppy and wants my help naming it. I ringed and said "BLAAAAANKET". But she turned my suggestion down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Sam wanted to name it "Isabella". What the fuck? Who names a puppy, "Isabella"? That's just gay. "Here Isabella, come on girl. COME HERE ISA-BELL-LAA."&lt;br /&gt;Who're you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse just called me. She's not naming her pup "Jesus" either. LOL. :(&lt;br /&gt;'cause she mentioned it to her aunt and her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aunt's like, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HOW COULD YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I thought "Jesus" or "Mudda Mary" would be kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkdFB7ASMTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yf1oBsB6oCI/s1600-h/LEGS+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkdFB7ASMTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yf1oBsB6oCI/s320/LEGS+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064092205322481970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ Edit; end ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally slipped my mind that today was Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I made it up to my mother and took her out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka2hbASMOI/AAAAAAAAABU/hDifiyLZB4M/s1600-h/ontehway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka2hbASMOI/AAAAAAAAABU/hDifiyLZB4M/s320/ontehway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063935516325589218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mummy &amp; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka2xLASMQI/AAAAAAAAABk/cAm2GQW0Pkk/s1600-h/mmakan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka2xLASMQI/AAAAAAAAABk/cAm2GQW0Pkk/s320/mmakan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063935786908528898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka2xLASMRI/AAAAAAAAABs/1I8MxMRWsl0/s1600-h/muffin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka2xLASMRI/AAAAAAAAABs/1I8MxMRWsl0/s320/muffin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063935786908528914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;They're delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my mum to Veda Blue after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed ourselves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka10bASMMI/AAAAAAAAABE/XzHlZDs8THU/s1600-h/kkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka10bASMMI/AAAAAAAAABE/XzHlZDs8THU/s320/kkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063934743231475906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka10rASMNI/AAAAAAAAABM/-0XM0taMrQg/s1600-h/kkkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka10rASMNI/AAAAAAAAABM/-0XM0taMrQg/s320/kkkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063934747526443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka3rrASMSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nGBnTFAICFA/s1600-h/kkkkkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/Rka3rrASMSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nGBnTFAICFA/s320/kkkkkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063936791930876194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapped some pictures while mummy was driving.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures didn't come out too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-7034983918116347261?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/7034983918116347261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=7034983918116347261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/7034983918116347261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/7034983918116347261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkdFB7ASMTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yf1oBsB6oCI/s72-c/LEGS+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-1296134904732010861</id><published>2007-05-09T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:16:32.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate girls.</title><content type='html'>Soo, maybe "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;" is such a strong word. Alright, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dislike with passion&lt;/span&gt;. Better? 'kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear one of your girlfriends go off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking about their relationship problems&lt;/span&gt;? Nobody wants to hear your bullshit about how your boyfriend is ignoring you for no reason. There has to be a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He doesn't like you.&lt;br /&gt;2. You fucked up but won't admit it. So, instead you go on about how he's the bad guy yaadaa, yaadaa, yaadaa.&lt;br /&gt;3. You didn't ask him yet.&lt;br /&gt;4. You're just too dumb to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a strong dislike towards girls who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talk about their relationship problems with a boy ..who doesn't even acknowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; their existance. &lt;/span&gt;These people, need to die. What "relationship"!? There is NO relationship! He doesn't like you, get over it. Don't turn it into a 4 year obsession and expect the rest of us to listen to you go on and on and ON. Stop it. You're just embarrassing yourself. You're making yourself look like a stalker. It's minute and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chances are, he'll try to avoid you/dislike you even more. It doesn't bring any good to ANYONE at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next point. Girls who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't take the advice I give them &lt;/span&gt;and come back to me the next week with, "Oh my God! I can't believe how things aren't working out. I can't believe how [insert some sort of melodramatic situation only girls can think of]" Y'know why things are turning out the way it is? It's because you didn't take my advice! I told you that'll happen, but NOO. Nope. You're too good for my advice. All I have to say is, IN YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, you're probably thinking, "Wow. That Marie girl is some bitch. People turn to her for some kind comfort but she's all up in your face about it". Personally, I don't give a damn. However, I'd like to point out that I do offer such comfort. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure you come to me with a real problem&lt;/span&gt;. Comprende? 'kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddddd moving on to something much more obvious. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossiping.&lt;/span&gt; Ah yes, the all-time favourite pass time of girl. There really isn't much to say about this 'cause it's pretty obvious what girls do. So, here's my middle finger. Go choke on your own saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls who dislike other girls and expect you to stop talking to the disliked girl&lt;/span&gt;. Say there's these two girls ..Dipshit and Turdface. So, Dipshit's got some issues with Turdface. And as a friend of Dipshit, you're automatically obligated to hate Turdface. That's bullshit. 'kay? 'kay. Just because you've got issues with some girl and choose to badmouth her to me ..it doesn't mean that I'm just going to stop talking to her, entirely. In fact, everything you tell me probably won't effect mine and Turdface's relationship. I'll still be friends with her, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to tell her the things that's been said about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you don't like a girl why tell her your secrets? I don't get it. Girls who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complain to me about ___* telling everyone their secret.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not going to listen to you. You can fall down a flight of stairs for all I care. You asked for it. Why would you do that in the first place? REALLY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. Just because I'm conveying my utmost dislike towards a certain type of girls, it doesn't mean I'm talking about you. Similar to my previous rant on "Scene Kids", I'm not targetting ONE person. It's the whole bunch of you that piss me off. I'm not saying that EVERY girl's the same either, just this particular group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also leads to my next point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ls take things too personally&lt;/span&gt;. You make a joke about how they look, what they wear, how they speak ..and BAAM! You're in for a rough day about how you hurt their feelings and all that other crap. Come the fuck on. It was just a joke. Get over yourself and stop getting upset over the pettiest things. You just want to find an excuse to get mad so your life doesn't get lame and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know why your life is so lame and boring? It's 'cause you prefer to shop around for clothes (although I have to say I love shopping) and compare yourself with every girl. DAMNIT! What has the world come to!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in Malaysia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls tend to be more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;narrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-minded &lt;/span&gt;then most. They can't seem to accept the fact that their boyfriend watched porn of jacks off. This, I find ridiculously funny. Personally, I think it's what boys do. Boys will be boys. Let them be. But I have come across a few girls who are like, "Oh my God. I found out ___* is watching porn. I think I need to break up with him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. It ends here. I'd like to go on but ..naaa. Time to read "GayJarah". Blah. I hate history, don't you? Especially Chapter 4 onwards. I mean, I respect that you have your own religion and whatnot but c'mon! DON'T CRAM UP MY HISTORY BOOK WITH INFORMATION I DON'T NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see anything about the Jews killing Jesus in our history book. So, why am I learning about your stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture of the day ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a640.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/2/l_49eec06265573456dfa6a2e6ff3efaa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a640.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/2/l_49eec06265573456dfa6a2e6ff3efaa7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dolls are pimp, doods. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the larger dolls I got as presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky (Fish) - Roger.&lt;br /&gt;Dino - John.&lt;br /&gt;Hushy (H. Puppy) - Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;Dolly (Bear/Dog?) -  Pete.&lt;br /&gt;(Pink Bear) - Carlwin.&lt;br /&gt;Pooh - Mum.&lt;br /&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/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkHrvrASMGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C8FlrNTQudI/s1600-h/DSC07042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkHrvrASMGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C8FlrNTQudI/s320/DSC07042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062586660371443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I make a pretty good emo. Whaddya think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Definitely need a new hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I need that tan back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkIBV7ASMII/AAAAAAAAAAk/j2UIhM1607U/s1600-h/marieMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkIBV7ASMII/AAAAAAAAAAk/j2UIhM1607U/s320/marieMO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062610407245623426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkIBV7ASMHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l4P3ofdNSOI/s1600-h/mariemarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkIBV7ASMHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l4P3ofdNSOI/s320/mariemarie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062610407245623410" border="0" /&gt;Vanity, much? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-1296134904732010861?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1296134904732010861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1296134904732010861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-girls.html' title='I hate girls.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RkHrvrASMGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C8FlrNTQudI/s72-c/DSC07042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-7645586259012256118</id><published>2007-05-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:54:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog. My freedom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about whatever I want to blog 'cause I have the freedom to blog as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freedom of Speech&lt;/span&gt;". And I'm ready to accept any sort of consequences that may come my way. This is my way of expressing myself and what I go through. So, I may share my experiences and life, as I see it. What's becoming of the society, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ..was quite interesting to say the least. First, we made rockets during physics' class. Pretty cool how some of us had our rockets flying up in the air and some of them exploded in some's faces. They had it coming. Or shall I say, we. Nosy, good-for-nothing-know-it-alls just have to mess around with the rockets and BAAAAM! It's in our faces ..ethanol all over our uniforms ..etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENOUGH OF THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as many of you know ..I fell out of a friendship a couple of years back with _______*. (Name shall not be mentioned to avoid any sort of embarrassment whatsoever). I got tired of all the lies created to make me look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows not to mess with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Marie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cross the line, you have to expect to see a very angry person coming right at you.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes seeing me mad. I can be waaay nasty.&lt;br /&gt;And please, when you've said something ..TAKE RESPONSIBILITY. Don't try to fuckin' deny it like some ass-clown. Especially when I'm confronting you about it, don't ask your mother to talk to me 'cause you can't hold your tears in. 'cause you're too "HURT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's pretty saddening how * decided to tell their mother lies just so * doesn't look bad. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's my life. Aren't I allowed to choose who I want to be friends with?&lt;br /&gt;If I don't want to be your friend, get over it. I don't have to be friends with you 'cause your mom "would like to see us friends again".&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not how I roll, k?&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;My rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk to whoever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't like you, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand it's part of growing up". If you want your son/daughter to grow up, maybe you shouldn't be talking to me. Maybe you should be letting your child express his/her own feelings and let them deal with their own problems. Stop spoiling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, I don't like talking to doting mothers. There's something about them that just ..frustrates me. How they think that their involvement in their child's teenage years will help the child to grow. GIVE ME A BREAK. Let your child learn on her own terms. He/She will have to grow up sometime and you spoon-feeding him/her (so to speak) all the way doesn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It BUILDS character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(I love my mother because she lets me experience life and learn from my mistakes in my own terms. Even though she knows I'm bound to fall flat on my face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You should probably know this isn't my first time encountering mothers who didn't like me. Mothers who didn't like the way I was treating their beloved kids. I have that special quality to make their kid's life a living hell. Probably 'cause I don't pretend to like someone when I don't. I don't do hypocrisy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm too tired to go on. Basketball is exhausting. You'll probably hear rumours about this, naturally. I mean, I was in the tutor's house when all this bullshit happened, afterall. Lotsa other girls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Drama-causing girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesse, Carlwin &amp;amp; Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-7645586259012256118?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/7645586259012256118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=7645586259012256118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/7645586259012256118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/7645586259012256118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-my-blog.html' title='My blog. My freedom.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-1222583827463455190</id><published>2007-05-06T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:15:45.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day.</title><content type='html'>Pete left this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see him 'till I go down to KL in June.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 'till he comes home in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching gears for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about running away.&lt;br /&gt;..or moving out, at least.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to take anymore bullshit from ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-1222583827463455190?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/1222583827463455190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=1222583827463455190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1222583827463455190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/1222583827463455190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad day.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-8086488386195813617</id><published>2007-05-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:01:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse falls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here we are, kids. Jesse falls, again. Playing basketball ..ballet style. Silly child. Silly, silly child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love my best friend, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6sVd4QlxbY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z6sVd4QlxbY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Edit; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends who's got blogs and has visited my page;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Please give me the link your blog so I can put you on my Links column.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you're already on it, don't be a dumbass and post me the link.&lt;br /&gt;I already have it.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell would I want it again?&lt;br /&gt;Get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Pay more attention.&lt;br /&gt;You ignorant bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mariefrances.`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-8086488386195813617?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8086488386195813617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=8086488386195813617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8086488386195813617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8086488386195813617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-all-my-friends-whos-got-blogs-and.html' title='Jesse falls.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-8091778514035438681</id><published>2007-05-05T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:49:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene kids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Edit : ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Pete came home last Saturday and he bought me a pair of aviators. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RjwLCrASMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPbV7T3Z8_g/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RjwLCrASMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPbV7T3Z8_g/s320/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060932221789155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalat shaaaaaades :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a216.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/52/l_4dd85f7f5f3049a2367c2c37988a4c3f.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a216.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/52/l_4dd85f7f5f3049a2367c2c37988a4c3f.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       here i am ..being random :)&lt;br /&gt;           with too much free time      &lt;br /&gt;                on my hands, apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Edit : end ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another thing that's been getting under my skin lately. Someone should've seen this one coming, already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Scene kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Call it scene-ism or whatever it is, IT has become the latest trend, lately. To the average mind, it's the fact that they listen to obscure music and wear clothes that fit well, pants that are too tight (and you wonder why they're acting "emo" all day. I mean, if I had pants that grabbed my nuts all day, I'd start feeling a little depressed myself), neither is the fact they wear eye liner or their questionable sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before I start off, I'd like to point out that I am not targeting a specific individual in this rant.&lt;/span&gt; Therefore, if you read this blog and start thinking .."Hm. Is she talking about? That bitch. I'll kill her with one of my razorblades I have in my drawer". You're wrong. I'm just basing my observations on a few people I've seen following this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;latest trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, take a deep breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scene kids suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:) The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nono, but really.  It's time for my actual "argument" to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Where does these scene kids shop? First theres the whole band t-shirt thing going on. Okay, that's alright. You like to wear accessive plastic jewelry that hangs all over your neck, around your arm and over your head. Alright, you go over the top on accessories, that's still acceptable. But what kind of half-wit ass clown would wear a Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, PowerPuffGirls' undersized t-shirt just because the other scene kids are wearing it? Give me a break! Oh yeah, 'cause bringing back 2nd Grade is the "in" thing now. Uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;STOP IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Stop wearing your ridiculous plastic jewelry and tight pants with a shirt you got from Grandma 15 years ago. You're just making an all time legend like Mickey Mouse look bad. So, stop it. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Annnnnd, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; If there's one thing I hate more than you is the fact you have this ability to constantly fuck up a band I actually like listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scene kids. Yeah, apparently they think they're the most attractive looking person on earth. Badmouth their looks and tell the the truth about how their nose is crooked, they have a fat lip, their hips are too big ..and they'll think you're jealous. Yes. Jealous. And then start this whole drama bullshit about how you were talking shit about him/her because you told them the truth. Y'know what? GET OVER YOURSELF. Sure, you've got the looks on camera ..but c'mon. Nobody's seen you without your make up on and we know you're good at photoshop. I mean, it's pretty obvious. Just stop embarrassing yourself, already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The jet-black hair with bangs that cover half your face. Often clipped with one of those shiny little things.  Also, the bleached/dyed/highlighted hair. You couldn't just go for regular colours, could you? You just haaaaaaad to have that pink hairdo with blue spiky hair. What is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's time for a reevaluation of one's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're any of the above, I suggest you stay away from me. Because I will find someone to dedicate their life to eradicating you scene kids. I'd do it myself, but I'm bogged down with exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, 'till next time. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-8091778514035438681?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8091778514035438681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8091778514035438681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/scene-kids.html' title='Scene kids.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SLpQZD0f2js/RjwLCrASMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rPbV7T3Z8_g/s72-c/Picture+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-8917099709782593342</id><published>2007-05-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:38:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off.</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaay too many things at home that's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;Nag, nag, nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if anyone pisses me off tonight or tomorrow in school, I'm going to make sure you come close enough to me so I can wave my sharp stationaries in the air wildly and hopefully put your eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35255294-8917099709782593342?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/8917099709782593342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=8917099709782593342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8917099709782593342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/8917099709782593342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-3865959866281634859</id><published>2007-05-02T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:00:54.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whoaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I posted my last ..post? Haha. Crazy. I'd check the date and do the math and everything, but to be honest ..I can't be fucked. I'm a lazy kid with nothing better to do than to start yet another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my blogs seem actually last. Xanga one didn't even last one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first post after a half a year break off blogging, I've decided to share with you my thoughts on ..smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. Not just your average smokers who puff around all day ..but the kinda smokers that are all like, "I've been trying to quit for 10 years now". Y'know. That kind. The kind that says they've been trying to quit for a week, starts smoking after 3 days and then take it out on the rest of us, NON-smokers just because they didn't take a smoke that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, like it's not bad enough that we have to deal with second-hand smoking which kills us faster than it does you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they got hooked to nicotine 38468168 years ago, all of the sudden I've got to be all supportive and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made damn sure that I didn't get myself addicted to that crap and just because you made a poor judgment back then, I'm supposed to take all this ridiculous crap from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT THINK SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind. You're either a smoker or you're not. If you want to smoke, then smoke your damn brains out. If you want to quit smoking, then QUIT SMOKING! Don't keep making up excuses for not quitting. For all those ex-smokers who actually did quit, hats off to you guys. I like you 'cause you have the determination and will power to strive for what's best. KUDOS, to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to the other group of quitters, here's a big F U in the A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and GOODNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:excuse the bad english. it's 2am and i'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&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/35255294-3865959866281634859?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/3865959866281634859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=3865959866281634859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/3865959866281634859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/3865959866281634859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2007/05/smokers.html' title='Smokers'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-115995869988287431</id><published>2006-10-04T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:44:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My body.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;My body. Your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My thoughts lately have focused on something quite important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-acceptance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Both men and women have to work on self-acceptance, no doubt.  However, it seems to me that it is harder for a woman to accept herself than it is for a man - especially during our teenage years where we have people judging by looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One reason is evident in the conscious or unconscious discrimination against girls in our society.  The other reason may be that in her life as a person, the girl is more related to her body than the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Our physical being is more complicated than that of a boy.  For him, the sexual experience is simple and more straightforward.  His function in procreation is certainly less complicated than the event of conception for us.  The experience of menstrual cycle, birth, and breastfeeding remain foreign to a man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Therefore, self-acceptance for a me is to a greater degree physical self-acceptance. What we have to accept weighs heavier. Men/boys have to understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is a well-known fact today that spiritual conflicts can affect a person physically.  But we have not yet drawn the opposite conclusion, namely, that physical conflicts can hinder and disturb our spiritual life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, let's get naked and bring on the sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&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/35255294-115995869988287431?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/115995869988287431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=115995869988287431&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/115995869988287431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/115995869988287431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-body.html' title='My body.'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35255294.post-115955075718564236</id><published>2006-09-30T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:50:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dread is undefinable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you know what you're afraid of, if you can define it - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it loses power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the unknown that climbs up your back and attaches itself there, humming ominously like a dangerous electrical current.  A robbery and its sense of violation can crank that up to a rattling volume. Guilt plays into your emotional receptors too.  It heightens all your responses ; making you hypersensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had the fleeting sense that everything happens for a reason. I found the people that mean the most to me in the last couple of weeks. I realise how much I need them ; especially after everything that's happened. Now things are falling back into place. Coincidence? Or was it a karmic equalizer, God's way of balancing pain and pleasure ; grief and happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I often ponder on what the purpose of life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But before I go into that, I want to know what YOU think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Purpose Driven Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;' by Rick Warren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It focuses on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5 purposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we're put on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enlighten me and tell me what you think of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariefrances`&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/35255294-115955075718564236?l=mariefrances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/feeds/115955075718564236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35255294&amp;postID=115955075718564236&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/115955075718564236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35255294/posts/default/115955075718564236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariefrances.blogspot.com/2006/09/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>mariefrances</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15603748706089794695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://a353.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/8/l_dc05f3c6164fe22c4453499cb3a16b10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
