<?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-11287191</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:09.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the mannequin bodied-s!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-115288362119835024</id><published>2006-07-14T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:27:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is to see whether im a rich kid/goth/skateboarder/nerd/emo/ghetto gangsta/scene or hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RICH KID]&lt;br /&gt;[  ] You've gone to a tanning salon.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You watch The OC and/or Laguna Beach/TheHills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own something designer.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You take your cellphone everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own an iPod and/or an MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;Total x's:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GOTH]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Red or black is` one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thoughts about death.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear chains.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love/ like Hot Topic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn black lipstick&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your hair is dark.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You dislike preps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have/Want piercings in unusual *wantplaces?(tongue, bellybutton,etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Total x's:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SKATERBOARDER]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear plaid&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love/like Converse&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think you're different.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate MTV.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have moshed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have/had/want blue, pink,red,purple,or green hair or hihglightes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love skater girls/boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate pink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate rich kids sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Total x's:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NERD]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love computers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear glasses/supposed to&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love reading.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are in band.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't care what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a curfew.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always do yourhomework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never cut school.&lt;br /&gt;Total x's: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EMO]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're depressed sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have black-rimmed glasses.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You comb your hair in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like emo music&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate being called emo&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep a journal/diary.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have written a sad poem.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have had/have a sad MySpace layout.&lt;br /&gt;Total x's:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GHETTO/GANGSTA]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like rap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are in a gang&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear Tag.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You say "nigga" frequently.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear rubberbands in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You swear a lot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you have had a freestyling contest.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have said "fo shizzle".&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a nigga&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have worn Converse with the tongueflippedout.&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love mtv&lt;br /&gt;Total x's: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SCENE/HARDCORE]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear a bandana.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love Pokemon, the Ninja Turtles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never walk anywhere willingly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear/have worn slip-on Vans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love/like Norma Jean&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear band tees.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People have called you a freak and meantit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to "hardcore" dance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your hair has been dyed in more than onecolor.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You will kill if called a satanist&lt;br /&gt;Total x's: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: Rich kid.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-115288362119835024?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/115288362119835024/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=115288362119835024' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115288362119835024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115288362119835024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-to-see-whether-im-rich.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-115165943336523396</id><published>2006-06-30T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:30:15.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooo freaking pissed! XYZ?&lt;*&amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;Am not going onto friendster anymore. Right,I realize that it's not like anyone actually cares so shut up. But I just do not get why I'm feeling so inferior to her. Just because she's super confident and is self-actualized? F. Just because she actually bothers to flood everyone with testimonials and message everyone and stuff. F. Don't she forget that she got to know him throught &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the mannequin bodied-s!!&lt;br /&gt;And how dare she to comment on my body. Bitch. She be glad that she doesn't have problems like me. And think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Which 12 year old reads nutritional labels?&lt;br /&gt;That's scary huh. What is this world coming to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-115165943336523396?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/115165943336523396/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=115165943336523396' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115165943336523396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115165943336523396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-soooo-freaking-pissed-xyz-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-115122907718840783</id><published>2006-06-25T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:54:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, as usual. I've yet to complete my very many sets of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAY HOMEWORK. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Darn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition to that, I've got an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULCER!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Right. Too much information huh. Thanks alot, yummy cheese crackers ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hahaha, my holiday homework is really funny. All my Biology essays are dated June 25TH 2006 and are scribbled. But I really don't want to be yelled at the way Fire Bird gets yelled at. I don't even get into trouble that much! Well, except maybe in Sec1 and 2 and that time in promary 3 when Mrs Serena Lee scolded me because I didn't bring my recorder. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you're thinking 'blah blah blah, whatever'.&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;Buh-byeee!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still cannot not do this! Mary-kate is just so pree-eety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/9a0a68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/nl3f36-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya'll ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/780167058gl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/z19102540.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/copy-mary-kate.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AGREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But then. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/runthrough1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this hair style/colour/extensions suit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/mk5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares,  she's still great to me! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-115122907718840783?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/115122907718840783/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=115122907718840783' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115122907718840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115122907718840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/06/alright-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-115098729364130901</id><published>2006-06-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:41:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wherever You Will Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all Then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own If I could, then I would,I'll go wherever you will goWay up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go And maybe, I'll find out A way to make it back someday To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all Then I hope there's someone out therewho can bring me back to you Run away with my heart Run away with my hope Run away with my loveI know now, just quite how My life and love might still go on In your heart, in your mind, I'll stay with you for all the time If I could turn back time I'll go wherever you will go If I could make you mine I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is old but whatever! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there's so many things in life that I have but I don't treasure and I keep focusing on what I don't have. I, am, in actual fact, really blessed. I love my family and my friends. And Tinny.&lt;br /&gt;Although I will never forgive myself for all the things that I've done to hurt myself or embarrassed myself, I realize that I, still, should be considerate towards the people who really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I love Tinny.&lt;br /&gt;I love Bliss whenshe's notannoyingmeandcallingmefat.&lt;br /&gt;I love WEIXUANLYNETTECHERMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I still hate my body and nothing can change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-115098729364130901?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/115098729364130901/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link 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got this song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;BLUE OCTOBER&lt;br /&gt;"Hate Me"&lt;br /&gt;(If you're sleeping are you dreaming&lt;br /&gt;If your dreaming are you dreaming of me?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you actually did this.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hi Justin, this is your mother, and it's 2:33 on Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I was just calling to see how you ware doing.&lt;br /&gt;You sounded real uptight last night.&lt;br /&gt;It made me a little nervous, and a l... and... well... it made me nervous, it sounded like you were nervous, too.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make sure you were really OK,&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to see if you were checking in on your medication.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you, and...&lt;br /&gt;Take care hunny&lt;br /&gt;I know you're under a lot of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye?&lt;br /&gt;I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head&lt;br /&gt;They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home&lt;br /&gt;There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain&lt;br /&gt;An ounce of peace is all I want for you.&lt;br /&gt;Will you never call again?&lt;br /&gt;And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?&lt;br /&gt;And will you never try to reach me?&lt;br /&gt;It is I that wanted space&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again&lt;br /&gt;In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate&lt;br /&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take&lt;br /&gt;So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you&lt;br /&gt;And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave&lt;br /&gt;Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made&lt;br /&gt;And like a baby boy I never was a man&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And then I fell down yelling take it go away!?&lt;br /&gt;Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;And then she whispered how can you do this to me??&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ways hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;If you're sleeping, are you dreaming,if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you actually did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, check this out! &lt;a href="http://www.theweepies.com/"&gt;http://www.theweepies.com/&lt;/a&gt; ;D The weepies!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-115089200831762454?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/115089200831762454/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' 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going to be so fucking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; tommorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not joking/lying. Check this out &lt;em&gt;mannnsxxx&lt;/em&gt;! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;B: Medium Coke&lt;br /&gt;L: Rice, green curry with chicken, some oily veg, superrrrr chillied soup with mushrooms and blah&lt;br /&gt;S1: Mango yoghurt, hot dog bun, 2 red bean buns, chocolate waffles and a cheese sandwich&lt;br /&gt;D: Prawn shuijiao ramen, 1 piece of scallop, 1 oil soaked brocolli and overly sugared pot of chrysanthemun tea&lt;br /&gt;s2: Blueberry waffle and soy bean milk with pearls and blueberry yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There. For the people who happen to be here to read. I'm an official cow mansssxxxxx! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm trying to eat properly and normally. But this is not working out. I'll be obese in like 2 days. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make myself VOMIT but of course I'll never do it. I'll probably tear up my oesophagus with all my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm feeling pissed because my whole day just sucks? Messed it up by myself because I overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No morning weigh-in. No green tea. No banana. No morning walk. No usual session with my lovely cucumber body scrub. ARGHHH! I bet I smelt like shit. Poor cabbie, poor Miss Loke (Oral examiner), poor Candice and Nicole who were stuck with me till the exam! And poor my darlings who had to have lunch with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lunch with my besties was good. I really needed to catchup with them! And I freaking love them to bits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha!! Got to go, something here is too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-115072432084815994?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/115072432084815994/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=115072432084815994' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115072432084815994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/115072432084815994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-going-to-be-so-fucking-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114938518021189045</id><published>2006-06-04T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:49:55.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I really, really am.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. I hate having this kind of things happening. I really, really, miss you, miss talking to you, laughing with you and everything. I really treat you as one of the bestest people that I know. I used to think that you thought of me in that way to. But now, I'm not sure anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114938518021189045?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114938518021189045/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114938518021189045' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114938518021189045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114938518021189045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114924204956303599</id><published>2006-06-02T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:33:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DAY (will be in a list)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left for school with dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early. 8am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Harbor Front. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tazo Green tea, sushi and bananas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem homework till 10am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geog tutorial + lecture with Mrs Low.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wet rice cultivation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Seah gave birth to a girl on the 1ST.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chem at 1:30pm with Miss Phee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dismissed early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Harbor Front, again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teddy Geiger's cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mel C is pretty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know wth is going on between you and me but you obviously don't want to acknowledge that there's a problem and obviously hate me now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screw you for that. I didn't do anything but----&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this DOES NOT IMPLY that I hate you anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Stay away from me. You're causing trouble between me and her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pineapple tarts! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework. Tons of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 years later, at the most, the PCD girls will say that they were anorexic/bulimic/BED/CED, et cetra back then and they're managers were giving them pressure to be thin. Want to bet????? Like the Spice girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lala, la.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aubrey from Making the band is so hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114924204956303599?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114924204956303599/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114924204956303599' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114924204956303599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114924204956303599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-day-will-be-in-listleft-for-school.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114889498930384147</id><published>2006-05-29T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:30:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prediction for the month:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For June 2006:&lt;br /&gt;June starts off with a bang. You pit yourself against a rather authoritarian type or have trouble adapting to a corporate culture or system. It all seems so tedious and dumb, particularly on the 1st; but for your own good, make nice and try to adapt and accept another?s rules. On the 3rd, you realize that a venture or set of plans may require a little more cashola than you?d reckoned. It won?t help to argue, even if you can document that you?ve been hoodwinked by an unsavory character. Just keep telling yourself, ?When in Rome?.? Learning to peacefully coexist is easier on your nerves than allowing every stupid inconvenience to throw you into spasms. The 4th-7th strongly suggests that, even if you?ve gotten off on the wrong foot with someone, you can make things better if you?re willing to scarf down some humble pie. Just do it. If you?re able to kiss and make up, things look spectacular on the 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th. You?re able to make sense out of another?s oblique comments and see a situation through his or her eyes. The 15th and 16th set the stage for a secret flirtation that you may or may not act upon. You?ll certainly think about it, which may account for the mischief in your eyes. You very wisely use admirable restraint on the 18th, even though there is so much you could say. You understand another?s character, level of interest and ability to fully comprehend your position. Armed with knowledge, you know exactly what to say and what to hush up about. On the 19th, Uranus goes retro until November 20th, giving you lots of time to rethink how you want to interface with the world. Some of you may consider changing your status personally and/or professionally. Others may revamp aspects of their appearance. You have plenty of time to think this over and ultimately may decide that it?s best to stay put. On the 21st, the Sun scoots into Cancer, emphasizing your balance sheet. You?re more aware of money coming in and going out, but stop short of feeling obsessive or unduly worried. Although certain unavoidable bills must be paid, you?re buoyed by Venus entering your sign on the 23rd. Venus has a marvelous habit of reminding you how adorable, important and multi-talented you are. Everything feels possible, thanks to sweet-tempered Venus. Some of you find rich foods or sinfully delicious sweets even more irresistible than usual, which, of course, may lead to a little extra poundage. But each extra pound symbolizes a whole bunch of great times. You wind up the month with a feeling of confidence and optimism about your short and long-term future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Horoscope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For May 29:&lt;br /&gt;People who know you well already realize that there are always 14 sides to every story you?re involved in. Venus?s entrance into your secretive, mischievous 12th house raises your mystery factor and attracts a fresh crop of admirers. Of course, some of what you?ve been up to won?t be revealed until the end of the month. Until then, you?ll be the object of curiosity and desire for friends and strangers alike. No matter how cheerful and friendly you appear to the general public, the really fabulous stuff occurs behind the scenes. You?ll have a great time today, Gem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114889498930384147?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114889498930384147/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114889498930384147' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114889498930384147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114889498930384147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114880310175821386</id><published>2006-05-28T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T16:20:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7040/242/1600/fwf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 7px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px" height="304" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7040/242/320/fwf.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, enough of Chinese for the next hour. I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="8" width="300" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#0033ff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#0066ff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#0099ff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle" width="30"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" bgcolor="#000000" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table height="15" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#00ccff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#0066ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0066ff; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quizmeme.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/poohpersonality/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="175" src="http://www.quizmeme.com/poohpersonality/kanga.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="304" align="center" bgcolor="#51336d"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="middle"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" bgcolor="#333333" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="35" alt="Quiz Me" hspace="0" src="http://www.quizmeme.com/djname/quizme.gif" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#6fa6b2;"&gt;Beatriz Ng spins tunes as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#77cad0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DJ Spunky Artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #c0abef; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quizmeme.com/djname/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.quizmeme.com/djname/quiz.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/pointless/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz" src="http://www.quizmeme.com/pointless/results/52.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was stressed, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amy Lee's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/Amy20qeen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/fwf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/9327.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She's confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/5622.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She has black hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/3616.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She's not afraid to express herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;She doesn't eat 'low fat' food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/5475.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I did mention that I needed a break, right? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyway, Jess this is your request. Something like a dare for 16 year olds. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jess:Tell everyone what is the one thing that you do. A habit. You do it because you are just plain lazy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beatriz: Don't be silly la. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jess: Tell.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beatriz: After eating instand noodles from the packet I dump the remains (noodle and soup and blah) into the toilet bowl.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jess: YUCK!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beatriz: Well you don't shampoo when you run out of shampoo. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114880310175821386?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114880310175821386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114880310175821386' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114880310175821386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114880310175821386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleah-enough-of-chinese-for-next-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114767492753492678</id><published>2006-05-15T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:35:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what really &lt;em&gt;annoys &lt;/em&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;No, not inconsiderate people or MacDonald's. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it when people use the phrase "to die for". Like, Oh my, that body is "to die for" OR, That top is "to die for" OR, I've got legs that are "to die for". Fuck you la. Do you even know what that really means and how many people crave and desire to have the thing that they'll die for?? Do you even think of what "to die for" really means? Like, you give up everything, including what you think you cannot live without just to reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;"To die for" mean that you will not reconsider hurting yourself to reach your goal, even if it means that your health will be affected in the process and you may actually &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And those fuckers who keep using this phrase without knowledge of it's true meaning and implications, why don't you just stop to think if you really mean it. Why do you use it? Because you read it off the caption of someone's picture on friendster? Or are you just following (blindly) what the girls on the OC or Laguna Beach say? Well, those are extremely silly reasons. I do not apologise if you used the phrase because you 'started it' or do not mean it in the way that I've mentioned. That phrase is just so overused and misused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114767492753492678?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114767492753492678/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114767492753492678' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114767492753492678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114767492753492678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-what-really-annoys-me-no-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114759411422473174</id><published>2006-05-14T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:08:34.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The First Questions you will find on any Boring Survey:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:: Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Age:: 15. Will be 16 soon.&lt;br /&gt;Race:: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Gender:: Girlll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normal?Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define Normal using approximately ten words: Conforming to the behaviors of the majority of people. *wants a tenth word but can't come up with it&lt;br /&gt;Would you frame someone else if your friend committed murder?: Depends on which friend, who they killed, and why they killed them. But probably not.&lt;br /&gt;When is killing just?: Never, really.&lt;br /&gt;What do you like most about yourself?: I'm an independent and stubborn little snitch who goes after what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;What was or is your favorite subject in school?: That's hard, actually. I want to be a math dork, but I really prefer my other classes&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do for a career?: No idea. I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;Do you support the war in Iraq?: I'm not even touching that one. No.&lt;br /&gt;Are you religious?: Let's put it this way, I believe that God exists.&lt;br /&gt;Do you read, watch or listen to the news often?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Is older always wiser?: Sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;Is George W. Bush a good president?: ...Again, not touching it. No.&lt;br /&gt;If not, does he deserve to be assassinated?: Haha no. That goes back to the whole killing is never justified thing. Maybe impeached, though? That would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a fuck about the rainforest, right?: Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to marry your favorite celebrity?: Probably won't even meet him in person!&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were a celebrity?: Woah no.&lt;br /&gt;Is body structure a good indicator of personality?: Nothing can really be a good indicator of personality all the time, even how a person acts. Everything's fluid when it comes to that, subject to how you're going to interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;Is choice of clothing a good indicator of personality?: See aboveee.&lt;br /&gt;Is choice of friends a good indicator of personality?: See above above.&lt;br /&gt;Are more and more technological advances good for mankind?: Definitely, as long as they're not abused. Which, unfortunately, they probably always will be. But progress is good, generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  You::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell the guy he's a jerk and sit down next to the lone classmate: If I'm feeling bold. If I'm not, I'm angry but I don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose he tells you in private that he really was gay?: I'd be even more upset with the popular guy for being a jerk. If I'd have known before, I would have stood up for him no matter how I was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Between male and female, which is the weaker gender?: Umm you're talking to a flaming feminist, haha. Neither.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma or predestiny?: Karma, yes. Predestiny? Not really. There are some things that can't be prevented, but I think we've got control of most of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Are you vegetarian?: Involuntarily so, haha. I love rebellious colons!&lt;br /&gt; Do you get along with your family?: Yeah, for the most part. I love them all to death, and I'm so lucky to have one that's not screwed up in some way. I mean, we have our arguments, but we always come out of it okay.&lt;br /&gt;When you discover that you are angry, what do you do to calm yourself?: breathe&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad, what do you do to make yourself feel better?: Breathe and drink water&lt;br /&gt;Do you need a significant other in your life?: It's nice, certainly, but not nessecary. I'm picky.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever truly loved?: And lost, but that's life.&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay for you to show weakness?: Only to a certain few people.&lt;br /&gt; Is revenge always the answer when you are wronged?: Never, really. Forgive and forget. I just like to ignore conflicts, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Is revenge ever the answer?: See above, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone like an open book to you?: That's like my hobby!&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep your mouth shut in public for fear of sounding stupid?: Haha, I'm going to sound stupid to someone somewhere no matter what I say, so no. But that fails alot. I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;Does your IQ mean much?: Not really&lt;br /&gt;I grant you three wishes: ...world peace? I don't know. I think we're all doing okay as we are. Our struggles define us, I wouldn't want to take them away. Yet Another Overused Way of Questioning Due to Utter Lack of Originality Passiveness or aggression?: Both have their place. Clinginess or detachment?: I'm clingy, but I wish I was detached.&lt;br /&gt;Flattery or honesty?: Tactful honesty.&lt;br /&gt;Passion or reason?: Passion over reason, but reason is still important.&lt;br /&gt;Liberal or conservative?: Flaming liberal, haha.&lt;br /&gt;To listen or to talk?: Each in turn. I'm horrible at making conversation, though.&lt;br /&gt;To discriminate or to be hurt?: I'd rather be hurt than discriminate against someone, but neither would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;Friends or lovers?: Both!&lt;br /&gt;Chicks over dicks?:Urh, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Money or fame?: Money! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Power or freedom?: Freedom. Power. BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;Pain or numbness?: I prefer being happy, thanks very much.&lt;br /&gt;Night or day?: Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Manson or Justin Timberlake?: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;Pink or Evanescence?: Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;Nine Inch Nails or Blink 182?: Nine Inch Nails.&lt;br /&gt;Bowling for Soup or Tool?:Bowling for soup&lt;br /&gt;Kittie or Britney Spears?: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ani or Madonna?: I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;Malice Mizer or F4?: Neither&lt;br /&gt;Escargot or no?: What??&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom?: Both, please?&lt;br /&gt;United States or Canada?: I like both.&lt;br /&gt;Felines or canines?: Woof.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's Angels or Kill Bill?: Charlie's Angels!&lt;br /&gt;Chicago or The Hours?: Both!&lt;br /&gt;The Lords of the Rings or The Matrices?: TLOTR!&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?: Summer &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo or Scary Movie 3?: Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;Newsweek or Playboy?: Newsweek.&lt;br /&gt;Renee Zellweger or Angelina Jolie?: Renee. Had enough of Ang.&lt;br /&gt;Buy CD or burn CD?: Buy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114759411422473174?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114759411422473174/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114759411422473174' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114759411422473174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114759411422473174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-questions-you-will-find-on-any.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114744055760641246</id><published>2006-05-12T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:29:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lala, dee! Wasted my Friday. But at least I got enough sleep last night. Got up at like 9 and went to walk Tinny for like 20 minutes because I was too lazy to walk up and just sat by the pool while she did her stuff. And I was such a irresposible citizen, I didn't pick up after my dog. Then I came home and ate like the entire pack of grapes (I swear. Mom will kill me, better go replace it tomms) and had 2 apples and like half the carton of orange juice for breakfast and then I ate like 3 packets of hello panda biscuits. Oh goodness, &lt;em&gt;yummy&lt;/em&gt;!!! All the hydrogenated Vegetable oil that will clog my arteries but I do not care. I deserve a nice breakfast and we were out of bread so I could not make my cheese sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat around like such a lazy girl until mom asked me if I have homework and I pretended to do it when I was really reading Fedora's book!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for lunch at Rail mall. My, I'm such a pig but I don't care. And we got back and I had tea and I continued with her book until now.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't do well for Physics on Monday, I know that I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee, off to tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114744055760641246?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114744055760641246/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114744055760641246' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114744055760641246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114744055760641246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/05/lala-dee-wasted-my-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114632442987867470</id><published>2006-04-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:27:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be the first of May tomorrow! I can't believe that I'll be sixteen soon. And I definitely feel that I've grown alot during the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my self esteem problem isn't improving I feel like I'm more sensitive and more aware. I don't feel smarter or prettier but, who cares! But I do feel more expressive and confident in a sense. Like, I no longer care if the shoes I wear look weird of if the bag I carry looks so chinese ( I'm talking about my green one with dragons. I'm chinese anyway, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have to work on my self esteem stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I plan to get over 'it' in this new year. I realise that although he's such a hottie and is so super likeable because he's so clever, has such hot arms and tan and neck and is decent (ARGH!), I cannnot be into him. And although I want to scream when I see his friendster profile, I can be into him. And although he's like Ryan Cabrera and Stephen, I, cannot be into him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 is going to be so fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114632442987867470?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114632442987867470/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114632442987867470' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114632442987867470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114632442987867470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-be-first-of-may-tomorrow-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114536694715059597</id><published>2006-04-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:29:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last entry for awhile. Thanks, *, you made me realise how what I do indirectly affects others.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a relief to those who hate me/ what I talk about. You won't hear my meaningless complains anymore because I've bought a diary! So, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114536694715059597?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114536694715059597/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114536694715059597' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114536694715059597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114536694715059597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-last-entry-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114510881303373814</id><published>2006-04-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:12:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am fully aware that my feelings may not be of any significance to anyone. But, I feel really guilty because of this whole E thing. I need to vent my frustrations or I'll feel uncomfortable. Maybe this is not the right place. I should just go buy a diary. But then again what if my mummy sees it. Darn it, man. I feel so pissed. This is just a fucking human right. Go eat mashmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn! Why is it like I just seem to not be able to&lt;em&gt; get it&lt;/em&gt;. Why is it so difficult. And this is not about E. First I appeared to be fierce and then I don't know what. What is it now?? To me, I'm the most approachable (yeah, I hear gagging) that I've been in 4 years. Does that even make sense. And what happens. You don't even want to look at me. Yeah, man. I know that I'm FUCKING UGLY. I'm the most deformed person around, man. Hey, do you know that my right wrist is smaller than my left? And my left calf is larger than my right? And on days that I don't get enough rest, my left eye is bigger than my right? And 1 of my brows is higher and thicker than the other. Man, I'm pretty sure 1 of my boobs is larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who finds me annoying, go away. I may spread this madness to you. I think I should start a private blog for crazy people like me. We should get together. HAHAHA,HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be going to recess from next week onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seriously don't mean to be so rude and annoying. I just feel so lost and I miss being myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tell me, honestly, what would you do if you were me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114510881303373814?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114510881303373814/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114510881303373814' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114510881303373814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114510881303373814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-fully-aware-that-my-feelings-may.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114467859525148385</id><published>2006-04-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:36:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gemini Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GEMINI - THE TWINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to get around Miss Social Butterﬂy. In fact, if you could, you' d be in two places at once offering your intellect and intuition to two captivated audiences. But not for long. You don't like hanging around so whatever you do, don’t stick with a desk job. The world is at your feet. Fly to it Gemini girl and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want you usually get, and this month is no exception. Get on the phone and connect with whoever you choose. They' ll be available and you' ll be desirable! Get moving. Go shopping. Give love. It' s going to be a great month for both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You' re in the mood to take on the world, Gemini. But the world thinks it's ready to take you on right back. You'll have to work out a compromise. If someone's taken a dislike to you, try to work around any ill feeling and get on their good side. You can set your plans in motion though you might have to get on the move to do so. Think about what you want. Discuss your ideas with someone you trust. Do the things you know you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike it when I read that I'm supposed to be sociable and confident. My prediction for this week sounds more like my life though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I understnad that this is not relevant, but, if , in pigs, the allele for black hair is dominant to the allele for red hair. Two black-haired pigs mated on a number of occasions, and of their first eleven offspring, eight had black and three had red hair. What's the chance of a twelfth piglet having black hair????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, honestly, do not care what colour hair pigs get. I think pink pigs look the best. Ha, but unfortunately, I'll have to find interest in that because,the question is from my Biology ten year series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, darn. I need sleep. I've got weird wrist sizes. My left wrist is larger. Like anyone cares. I want orange juice and chocolate pocky sticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114467859525148385?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114467859525148385/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114467859525148385' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114467859525148385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114467859525148385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/04/gemini-skin-gemini-twins-you-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114415920957369875</id><published>2006-04-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:00:09.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This may not be important to the people who read my blog but  it is to me. That day after talking to Weixuan I realised how silly I am to do all these to myself. And if I do feel weak and confuse, I realise, I should just write about it in my diary rather than take it out on myself. (Because I'm such a lazy girl and all, I always end up feeling worse. . . . I'LL SHUT IT!) I'm just really happy that we talked and I seriously feel a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;WEIXUAN, DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU?????????????? I'll really DIE without you, YOU KNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Of course I love my Lyn and C, too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, unfortunately, just as I'm feeling better, I'm sick. I'm down with a fever and the flu and I've got a sore throat. My sore throat is darn annoying. I keep feeling the temptation to sooth it with ICE and my mom's like giving me a hard time for it because she thinks that that will only make it worse. Oh well. And I must be crazy because I drink coke with this bad throat. Heh! But, it feels really cool and fizzy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just found out something. The girls from Katong Convent actually sent ,us, the students of CHIJ St Theresa's Convent this letter requesting that we support Teresa from that singing contest by texting whatever numbers. But guess what. And this is really typical of stc. We were&lt;br /&gt;only informed today. After school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I know I sound like a dinosau, but whatever! I feel so happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's coming back next Thursday! ;)&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;I need to study, I want to, but I can't. Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114415920957369875?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114415920957369875/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114415920957369875' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114415920957369875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114415920957369875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/04/heyhey-this-may-not-be-important-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114143960731554933</id><published>2006-03-04T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:09:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"6 Feet Under"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just left me six feet under ground&lt;br /&gt;I`m burning at the sight of the light&lt;br /&gt;I`m down here six feet under buried alive, with one open eye&lt;br /&gt;Every time you come around you leave me broken&lt;br /&gt;What have I done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;You're tearing me apart now, without a word spoken&lt;br /&gt;You've gone far to long&lt;br /&gt;Now why you stroke me down?&lt;br /&gt;You gave me no sign&lt;br /&gt;Now why you let me drown?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Every time you come around you leave me burning&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing but scars&lt;br /&gt;You`re tearing me apart now,&lt;br /&gt;But I`m not learning&lt;br /&gt;Still who you are&lt;br /&gt;Now why you stroke me down?&lt;br /&gt;You gave me no sign Now why you let me drown?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of completes me right now. I know it isn't even about *** but it does make sense. Scars are like my stretchmarks and my hair issue. And the line "everytime you come around you leave me broken" is extremely true. Like, everytime I set a new goal for myself I end up doing more harm to myself. And I inflict more scars upon myself. And being burried alive with an open eye kind of applies as I know what I'm doing and it's not like I was like intoxicated and 'in a blur' and all that nonsense because I know exactly what harm I'm doing to myself. Yeah, I see it everyday in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself feel like I made things difficult for myself. And I made me hate myself. Or made myself hate me. And I don't know what I can do to help myself. I don't remember myself feeling so ashamed and embarrassed of the way I look. Of the way I dress, of my hair (that is, by the way, still FALLING OUT), of the way I speak, of the words that I choose to use, of my stupid remarks and opinions and of the way I behave around others. I don't remember feeling so INFERIOR to everyone. And I don't understand why I cry every night because I feel like such a loser but I don't do anything to solve my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as I feel so mad at myself, I feel like slapping that FUGLY WORM. Why can't she just leave me alone and stop wanting to be a part of my life? I dislike her. Her F legs make me want to sit on them so they'll break. I'm sure they will because I'm so heavy. I want to rip her hair out and stomp on her boobs. I'm sure that I'll kill her by doing so because she's practically emiciated and I'm mobidly obese. And I don't care if someone sees this post. Noone will. Noone comes here, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I probably won't succeed at murdering her. I'll probably just cause some serious injury because when I feel my fats wobble as I jump and I'll just break down and cry. See, I'm such a fat and dumb loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even deserve to be fat. I am such a considerate person and I am sensitive to other's feelings. I don't mock others and laugh at those who others consider to be 'loners'.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you ,FUGLY WORM, tell me that you do normal things like eat ICE-CREAM and "CHOK-KLETES". Stop boasting about your fucking high metabolic rate because I don't want to hear about how you succeed in everything and how everything comes oh-so naturally to you. I just want to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to waste away, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bliss, I'm sorry I made you worry about me last night. But you'll never understand how I feel because you've never been fat like me. Don't worry, I won't die. I'll just end up like Nancy. But if I die, you can have my Tamagotchi. And all my Seventeen ( USA, Thai, Singapore &amp; China), my ELLE girl (UK &amp;amp; USA) and all my clothes. But, please, throw away my journals. You can have the carton Diet coke that's under the bed. And Pocky. I'll also give you the right to have all my cash. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114143960731554933?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114143960731554933/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114143960731554933' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114143960731554933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114143960731554933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/03/6-feet-under-you-just-left-me-six-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-114112497268589130</id><published>2006-02-28T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:09:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway, did you guys see Pink's music video "Stupid Girls"....she makes fun of Jessica Simpson, Lindsay Lohan, Mary-Kate/Nicole Richie (I can't tell who...), tanning, AND bulimia....she goes into this bathroom stall (and I think she's pretending to be Paris Hilton?) and she goes "Omg, you guys...I totally had more than 300 calories today, that was so not sexy" and there's a girl next to her that's using a toothbrush to purge into the sink and then Pink's like "Good one, can I borrow that?", uses the toothbrush to purge, and then while she's purging she says "I wanna be skinny!" Then when they show Pink on the treadmill, her pants come off, and it says "Say No to Food" on her ass. Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.dumbvideos.com/stupidgirls-pink." target="_blank"&gt;http://www.dumbvideos.com/stupidgirls-pink.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's kind of funny!!!!! But it's also really bitchy at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-114112497268589130?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/114112497268589130/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=114112497268589130' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114112497268589130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/114112497268589130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/02/anyway-did-you-guys-see-pinks-music.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113669967079898019</id><published>2006-01-08T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:31:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange facts you may not know about bummies. Bunnies/rabbits are wonderful animals, but they're a lol stranger than you know. . .</title><content type='html'>★ bunnies aren't rodents. they're lagomorphs.&lt;br /&gt;★ bunnies are crepuscular: not diurnal nor nocturnal, they are most active around dusk or dawn&lt;br /&gt;★ bunnies have three sets of eyelids&lt;br /&gt;★ bunnies cannot vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahha! After like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I back!!!! Haha, I think this is like my third entry for 2006. That's a record. But then again, not like anyone notices/gives a freak/ cares if I update.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm at Samsung at Plaza Singapura now. Bliss screwed her new mobile and now she's bugging me to hurry and finish up this entry because she wants to use this computer and, also, because it's the only one working, haha! And it's getting really amusing to hear the whines. Oww--she just whacked me. And now she's giving me The Finger. Yuck, I can smell her cheese-y breath from her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, school has been ultimately tiring. It's only February and I've got EYE RINGS+EYE BAGS. And last Wednesday I was so tired that I couldn't go to school. Oh, I had great 'recovery', though. Lunch at Din Tai Fung. Plum juice, ramen, siao long bao and sesame buns!I just hope I'll have sufficient energy for CA week.&lt;br /&gt;OKay, I guess it's not all that bad. I'm really looking forward to the EFL week. And the High5 bunglow thing (although I don't really know what it's about because I've not checked my e-mail) and joining daddy (again) in Bk. :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better get going. We still have to go and return my library books and go to forum to get Betty and Veronica barbies!!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, The Veronicas ROCK! I think Lisa and Jess are so HOT! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113669967079898019?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113669967079898019/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113669967079898019' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113669967079898019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113669967079898019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/01/strange-facts-you-may-not-know-about.html' title='Strange facts you may not know about bummies. Bunnies/rabbits are wonderful animals, but they&apos;re a lol stranger than you know. . .'/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113645681735022835</id><published>2006-01-05T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:26:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7040/242/1600/leangirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7040/242/320/leangirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---- I FOUND THIS.&lt;br /&gt;It's so mean! These girls don't look this ugly (of course they don't. What's makeup for???!) and I, honestly, think that Nicole looks better now. And what's with Jessica's droopy boobs??! And, why can't the public leave them alone? Of course unless these girls go around causing trouble for others. Personally, I feel that those who comment and criticise their weight loss are just plain jealous. It's an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough said! I'm going to eat a sandwich! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113645681735022835?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113645681735022835/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113645681735022835' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113645681735022835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113645681735022835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113592840141295330</id><published>2005-12-30T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:40:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been absent from my blog for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;Last session of language class today! After THREE WHOLE WEEKS! Haha, although I escaped to BangKok half way though. All the late nights and early mornings and deprivation of sleep has left me feeling tired and my eyes small with dark rings. I need my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;And school's starting soon! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;darn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;darn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;darn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARN&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so not looking forward.&lt;br /&gt;a) Banding?&lt;br /&gt;b) New form teacher?&lt;br /&gt;c) MISTER SNG IS LEAVING!! Who's my new Geography teacher??????&lt;br /&gt;d) I'll have to wake up even &lt;em&gt;earlier&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;e) PE&lt;br /&gt;f) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Dreaded O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEFGHIJK-----!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113592840141295330?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113592840141295330/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113592840141295330' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113592840141295330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113592840141295330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-absent-from-my-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113553188184178111</id><published>2005-12-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:31:21.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic Christmas! Although I spent a large part of this holiday flying to and back from Bangkok, I think it was really worth it. I completely miss my dad and we had such a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really simple day. Probably one of the most simple Christmas spent but I think it's one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;We woke up late. Went for a walk at this park. Then we came back. Bliss and I made breakfast. And it was all good. We did not mess up at all. Then they went to take a nap. I could not sleep. And we woke up and hang around abit, talked alot and ate mangoes. Hehe. And we went for a good dinner. Ooh! I loveloveLOVE giant prawns and fish and hokkien noodles and pineapple! The Giant prawn fruit salad was great! ;-) And we cabbed around more. To some random places and we went grocery shopping. Bought lots of random things. Ham, bread, magazines, tissue paper and a laundry basket. Haha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I miss my friends back home, too. Of course! I can't wait to see them again when school starts!! (Alright, I'm having trouble trying to blog and replying Instant Messages). This year will be completely different. I cannot believe how I'll be in sec4. Plus, Bliss will be joining me in the same school. That's kind of weird but I'm also really happy for her. I don't know how to express it, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, about Bangkok. The apartment is really nice. I like the television alot ;-) (My folks are currently watching some Thai show) A few days ago we got this really bad clog in the toilet (hopefully not due to the fact that Bliss and I have been flushing all kind of things down. Things that would have been okay in Singapore. Like, food we dislike). The "engineers" were so horrible! They took 2 days to get it done. Haha, but it's all good. For TWO whole days we had to go to a special room to use the toilet. It was so hilarious. We had to carry the toilet rolls around &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;La Chine!&lt;/em&gt; Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I really like this place. I don't have any distractions here and everythings so slow (except traffic) and the people are so much more friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've got to go now. I'm going to watch the DVD with them ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to all those reading this! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113553188184178111?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113553188184178111/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113553188184178111' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113553188184178111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113553188184178111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-fantastic-christmas-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113491466427451863</id><published>2005-12-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:04:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/purple.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ff9900" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween Horoscope for Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffd79a;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Halloween is a huge party for you, except you're never really sure what to go as.No matter what, your costume will make people's eyes pop out of their heads.&lt;br /&gt;Costume suggestions: A sexy cop or a naughty animal&lt;br /&gt;Signature Halloween candy: Twizzlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/halloweenhoroscopesquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Halloween Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b6b6c2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Outrageous Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Bian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Outrageous&lt;/a&gt; Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimi Hirohata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's" your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Schoolgirl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/schoolgirl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not quite as wild as a "kogyaru", but with your short plaid skirtand silly white socks, you're still a sexual fetish object.You can usually be seen hanging out in the girly section of the video game places,collecting photobooth stickers of you and your friends. You may not be as innocent as you look.Did those vending machine panties once belong to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourjapanesesubculturequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Japanese Subculture?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113491466427451863?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113491466427451863/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113491466427451863' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113491466427451863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113491466427451863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-hair-should-be-purpleintense.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113479501420825374</id><published>2005-12-17T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:28:21.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10731;127/st/20051222/e/Going+home+to+Bangkok+%3A-%29/dt/13/k/7e24/event.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 5 more days! And there's no more chocolate to tempt me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Beckham is damn &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colous the statements that are true in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like rock music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like Hip-Hop&lt;br /&gt;I like Rap&lt;br /&gt;I like pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I adore Jeremy Sumpter( Who's that?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't like red&lt;br /&gt;I hate pink&lt;br /&gt;I think Yellowcard is a good band&lt;br /&gt;I know the band Chevelle&lt;br /&gt;I like Chad Michael Murray&lt;br /&gt;I like Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't like snobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hate being left out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know some Filipino People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am European&lt;br /&gt;I am Black&lt;br /&gt;I am from Canada&lt;br /&gt;I am from Alaska&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like watching Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Degrassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being alone at home&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to play any instrument&lt;br /&gt;I like Guitarists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like Drummers&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why im doing this&lt;br /&gt;I am bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the season finale of Making The Band 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I go to school&lt;br /&gt;I don't like smokers&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy&lt;br /&gt;I heart the COMPUTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am just really bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Jesse Mccartney but I have his cd (HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;I wear Black and Pink&lt;br /&gt;I like the color Black&lt;br /&gt;I like the color Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like the Color Pink&lt;br /&gt;I like the color Purple&lt;br /&gt;I like the color green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I like the environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my school&lt;br /&gt;I hate my school&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i'm going to make it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm just plainly bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--DO YOU...--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Cuss: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;61.Sing: No&lt;br /&gt;62.Take a shower everyday:Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;63.Like someone: No&lt;br /&gt;64.Who is it: na&lt;br /&gt;65.Think you've been in love: na&lt;br /&gt;66. Want to go to college: Yes&lt;br /&gt;67.Like middle school: Not exactly&lt;br /&gt;68.Want to get married: That depends&lt;br /&gt;69.Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: No, haha!&lt;br /&gt;70.Think you're attractive: Ha! No.&lt;br /&gt;71.Think you're a health freak:NO.&lt;br /&gt;72.Get along with your parents: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;73.Play an instrument: Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--IN THE PAST 3 MONTHS, DID YOU OR HAVE YOU...--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Drink alcohol: Yes&lt;br /&gt;75.Done a drug: No. I'm super clean.&lt;br /&gt;76.Made Out: na&lt;br /&gt;77.Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, hate them.&lt;br /&gt;78.Eaten sushi: Yes! Love them!&lt;br /&gt;79.Gotten laid:??&lt;br /&gt;80.Made homemade cookies:Yes!&lt;br /&gt;81.Been in love: No.&lt;br /&gt;82.Gone skinny dipping: No&lt;br /&gt;83.Dyed your hair: Haha,ha. No&lt;br /&gt;84.Stolen anything: I don't steal. Okay, I took candy. The huge lip shaped ones that was so good I took to more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W I T H T H E O P P O S I T E / S A M E S E X--&lt;br /&gt;99.last person u slow danced with: I don't dance at all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;101.makes you laugh the most: Um, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;102.makes you smile: My friends.&lt;br /&gt;103.gives u a funny feeling when u see them: S.&lt;br /&gt;104.do you have a crush : No.&lt;br /&gt;105.easiest to talk to: Weixuan and Lyn! Those are the mad-est!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--H A V E Y O U E V E R--&lt;br /&gt;107.[fallen for your best friend]: NO!&lt;br /&gt;108.[been rejected?]: na&lt;br /&gt;109.[rejected someone]: Yes&lt;br /&gt;110.[used someone]:yes&lt;br /&gt;111.[been cheated on]: Uh, no?&lt;br /&gt;112.[cheated on someone]: Stop it&lt;br /&gt;113[done something u regret]: Many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--W H O W A S T H E L A S T P E R S O N-&lt;br /&gt;114.you talked to on the phone: Weixuan!&lt;br /&gt;115.hugged: S&lt;br /&gt;116.you instant messaged: nel&lt;br /&gt;117.instant messaged you: S&lt;br /&gt;118.you kissed: Ninn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--D O Y O U /A R E Y O U--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123.smoke cigarettes: No&lt;br /&gt;124.obsessive: No&lt;br /&gt;125.could u live without the computer: nope&lt;br /&gt;126.how many people are on ur buddylist: idk&lt;br /&gt;127.what's your favorite food: Sushi and grapes&lt;br /&gt;128.whats your favorite fruit: kiwis&lt;br /&gt;129.drink alcohol: No&lt;br /&gt;130.like watching sunrises or sunset: No, it's a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;131.what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain: emotional&lt;br /&gt;132.trust others way too easily: Used to. I was the most naive person imaginable. Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER&lt;br /&gt;1. nose or tongue?: Neither!&lt;br /&gt;2. be serious or be funny?: Serious&lt;br /&gt;3. drink whole or skim milk?Skim.&lt;br /&gt;4. die in a fire or drown? I already swim. Can I chose not be be burnt? That'll hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. simple or complicated? Complicated&lt;br /&gt;2. Gay? No&lt;br /&gt;3. Hardcore? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;4. Honest? Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;br /&gt;1. flowers or angels: Angels&lt;br /&gt;2. gray or black?: Gray&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos?: Colour!&lt;br /&gt;4. lust or love?: Love&lt;br /&gt;5. sunrise or sunset?: Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;6. M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles?: Both!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. rap or rock?: rap&lt;br /&gt;8. staying up late or waking up early?: staying up late&lt;br /&gt;10. eating apples or oranges? Both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;1. do you like anyone? No. Stop asking this.&lt;br /&gt;2. do they know it?: na&lt;br /&gt;3. do you think about sex?: No&lt;br /&gt;4. have you had sex?: No&lt;br /&gt;5. who do you want next: na&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;br /&gt;1. being hot or cold?: cold&lt;br /&gt;2. sun or moon?: moon&lt;br /&gt;3. Winter or Summer?: summer&lt;br /&gt;4. left or right?: left&lt;br /&gt;5. having 10 acquaintances who will have sex with you or having 2 best friends?: 2 bffs!&lt;br /&gt;6. sun or rain?: RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;7. vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?: choco&lt;br /&gt;8. boys or girls?: Girls&lt;br /&gt;9. vodka or Jack?:vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S BE HONEST&lt;br /&gt;In the last month have you...&lt;br /&gt;1. Had sex?: nope&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something?: Like?&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten sick?: yup&lt;br /&gt;4. Sang?: yup&lt;br /&gt;5. Been kissed?: nope&lt;br /&gt;7. Felt stupid?: all the time&lt;br /&gt;8. Missed someone?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;9. Got drunk?: No&lt;br /&gt;10. Gotten high?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Danced crazy? :Yeah! Who dances at a coffee place at the airport??&lt;br /&gt;12. Gotten your hair ?: cut? Yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched cartoons?: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;14. Lied?: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON THAT&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in your bed?: Myself&lt;br /&gt;3. Made you cry?: S&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with you?: Weixuan and Chermin. Oh, and Charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to the mall with?: S&lt;br /&gt;7. You went to dinner with?: My mom.&lt;br /&gt;8. You talked on the phone with?: My dad&lt;br /&gt;9. Said 'I love you' to you?: Ninn&lt;br /&gt;10. Broke your heart?: It wasn't about those relationship stuff or love/lust, et cetre. It was a "good" friend.&lt;br /&gt;11. Made you laugh: Ninn just made this face!&lt;br /&gt;12. Bought you something?:I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/b15588281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/b14505934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my. Does she ever eat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113479501420825374?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113479501420825374/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113479501420825374' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113479501420825374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113479501420825374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-5-more-days-and-theres-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113454386697506960</id><published>2005-12-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:04:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S. tagged me, so I guess I have to list my five weirdest habits then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I daydream alot. And this has got  me into trouble countless of times. In primary school and in general. The worst one was this a**hole thought I was interested in her because I kept looking her way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sleep in a weird position. I sleep with my face in my pillow. Haha, I guess that's why I'm so dumb. It's caused by the lack of Oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clearing the computer trash and history. I even clear it on school computers. Haha weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I had this thing for Middle Eastern girls. Then I was obsessed with girls from Japan. And now, I LOVE LOOKING AT GIRLS FROM RUSSIA!! ANNA SLYNKO!! :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate chilli. It just raises my body temperature and it makes me feel extremely crabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Wish List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be rid of this cursed disease&lt;br /&gt;-to no longer be sad all the time&lt;br /&gt;-for my family to love me and be normal&lt;br /&gt;-to be 100&lt;br /&gt;-hair to grow&lt;br /&gt;-a laptop so i can update more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113454386697506960?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113454386697506960/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113454386697506960' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113454386697506960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113454386697506960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/s.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113446488420882834</id><published>2005-12-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:08:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;Although I got up at 7am, I was late for class. And I &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; confidently say that I've done everything on my part in my attempt to get to class on time. Definitely. I rushed out of my place dressed like I was heading to the Supermarket. And I, seriously, ran to the busstop. I didn't want to be late! And, what happens? The bus came at 0833 and I was there from 0815. And then I was trying to comfort myself. Yeah, I have around half an hour to get there. I won't be &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;late. Yeah, sure. &lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver drove SUPER &lt;em&gt;slowly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a jam.&lt;br /&gt;I got to class at 0926. &lt;br /&gt;He took close to an hour to get to Rochor Road???!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's his problem?? Then I learnt that there's this new law that says that a bus driver will be jailed/fined if they're involved in a road accident.  EFF.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so guilty when I went to class. &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any better now. Went shopping after class and that made me feel worse. Seriously, this is going to be the bitch-iest and most annoying entry but I don't care because noone reads my blog anyway. It really sucked because my eyes hurt, my hair was poking my shoulder, my butt won't hold up my cargos, my bag was incredibly flimsy, I had a headache, I couldn't breathe, I didn't bring my floss/mouthwash so my mouth smelt really bad from lunch, it was FRICKING warm and I just wanted to go home and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;So I bought loads of sushi for dinner. Well guess what, I already ate one piece and it tastes horrible. Like sawdust on rice, seaweed and water. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap. &lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me I'm going to be sick. I think I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't complain after this entry, I want good karma. I want 100 by Christmas. I want her to realise/acknowledge/admit how much she's hurt me. I want to be left alone( Why? Because I am considerate and sensitive towards everyone's feelings and I don't get the same care and consideration back. So, why should I care? From now onwards, I won't. I'll just mind my own business. ) I want to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I did not have anyone in mind when I typed this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113446488420882834?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113446488420882834/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113446488420882834' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113446488420882834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113446488420882834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113428821816307196</id><published>2005-12-11T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:04:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found some mega cute pictures. It's from this French website tons of advice.&lt;br /&gt;(≧ω≦)&lt;br /&gt;Next airline company to fly with,&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty Airlines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/273836136.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does anyone else agree that she's gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/232343287.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now. I've got to go for dinner. I have intensive language classes starting from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bisoux!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113428821816307196?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113428821816307196/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113428821816307196' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113428821816307196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113428821816307196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-found-some-mega-cute-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113393035222083336</id><published>2005-12-07T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:53:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so messed up. It just won't and can't stop. I try to do things the 'right' and 'normal' way but the fear of getting back to where I was previously haunts me. And it's bad enough that I know the dangers but just can't stop it. And when I do it a little more 'normal' or 'right', I freak at the sight of that offending glob. What am I supposed to do. One thing's sure,I'm not going to &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;For December 7: It's time to change direction. Today offers enough coincidences to help you see that the moment is NOW. The wise words of a friend come streaming back like an old song, reminding you of what you?ve tried to avoid. Make the change. Some of you move, while others take a proactive approach to health and well-being. Some of you change jobs. You?re ripe and ready for the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly Forecast&lt;br /&gt;December 2005: The first half of the month revolves around your best friend, sweetheart or partner. Don?t confuse yourself with other distractions ? just focus on the most important person in your life. If you can pull that off, there will be peace in the valley. If not, you?ll experience a shudderingly big chill. Your ruling planet, Mercury, goes direct, and so does Mars. This practically screams, ?What are you waiting for? Go after what you want!!? Just make sure that you include you your partner in all decisions arising during the first two weeks. After that, you can venture out on your own. A mid month Full Moon reminds you how important and powerful your significant other is. This reminder could be something thrillingly pleasurable or annoyingly disturbing. The 17th and 18th are persnickety. Despite your efforts to be fair, clear and upfront, others may accuse you of all kinds of devious activities. One way or the other, guilt plays a starring role in this soap opera. The 21st is excellent for wheeling and dealing and getting the best possible price for something you covet. Although time may be running short, don?t let others know that you?re in a hurry. When negotiating, always project confidence and great patience. The 30th and 31st are passionate with a tinge of jealousy. Try to maintain emotional equilibrium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Thailand again. 22nd this month. I just can't wait to see the apartment! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113393035222083336?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113393035222083336/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113393035222083336' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113393035222083336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113393035222083336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113352366392484824</id><published>2005-12-02T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:41:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. POPULARLY KNOWN AS?&lt;br /&gt;- Beatrice NG&lt;br /&gt;2. AGE?&lt;br /&gt;- 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;- May 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.ZODIAC SIGN&lt;br /&gt;- Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHO IS UR CUTEST FRIEND AN GUY?&lt;br /&gt;- Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. CAN'T LIVE WIIFOUT.&lt;br /&gt;- My toothbrush, water and calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. CHOICE NOISE?&lt;br /&gt;- Music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FOOD TRIP?&lt;br /&gt;- Pardon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DREAM FEMALE/MALE&lt;br /&gt;- Pardon? Femme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WAD KIND OF GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND R UU?&lt;br /&gt;- Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WAD WILL MAKE UU FALL FOR A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;- Bones and lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. TURN-OFFS?&lt;br /&gt;- HFs.&lt;br /&gt;16. LONGEST TIME UU'VE EVER SPENT ON DA PONE?&lt;br /&gt;- Four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DID UU GET TIRED OF IT?&lt;br /&gt;- No, but my ear ached after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DA ONE THING YOU TRY TO DO EVERYDAY?&lt;br /&gt;- Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. VEGETABLES OR FRUITS?&lt;br /&gt;- Both!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVOURITE SOUNDTRACK OF A MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;- Too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. NIGHT OUT OR NIGHT IN?&lt;br /&gt;- Night in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT'S SCARIER, GHOSTS OR ALIENS?&lt;br /&gt;- I can't bother. Let them kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FINISH THIS SENTENCE: IF I COULD BE ANYONE IN THE WORLD FOR A DAY, I'D BE.&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole Richie with Anna Slynko's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT HAPPENED ON UR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. YESTERDAY?&lt;br /&gt;- I ate a sandwich, an apple, and orange and yoghurt. That was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. LAST WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;- I swore and made a promise that I'll start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. LAST CHRISTMAS?&lt;br /&gt;- Was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. LAST NEW YEAR'S EVE?&lt;br /&gt;- I spent the whole night on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. LAST VALENTINE'S DAY?&lt;br /&gt;- OHOHOH--! We had trouble carrying all our presents home because they won't fit in the bag! I remember all the candy, too. And weixuan's card! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT'S THE LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;- Juice bar and coco pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DRINK YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;- Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. THING YOU WORE?&lt;br /&gt;- Reebok shorts and some huge white tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LAST PLACE YOU WENT TO?&lt;br /&gt;- Cold storage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LAST PERSON YOU SAW?&lt;br /&gt;- My dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO?&lt;br /&gt;- Bliss. Asked her to hurry up with comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. LAST PERSON UU SENT AN INSTANT MSG &lt;br /&gt;TO?&lt;br /&gt;- Urh, Nel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. LAST SONG YOU HEARD?&lt;br /&gt;- Dance Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND WHAT ARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;EATING?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;- Adidas skirt and hoodie. I'm going for dinner after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. ANY SHOES ON?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;- Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. TALKING TO ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;- Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. ARE YOU A VEGETARIAN?&lt;br /&gt;- No, the other one. Not vegan. I don't know the name. But I do eat diary products, occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. ARE YOU A BITCH?&lt;br /&gt;- I HOPE NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. ARE YOU ARTISTIC?&lt;br /&gt;- I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU WRITE POETRY?&lt;br /&gt;- NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU A FAST RUNNER?&lt;br /&gt;- Average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. CAN YOU SKI?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. DID YOU EVER CUT A BARBIE DOLL'S HAIR?&lt;br /&gt;- NO. WHY WOULD I DO THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. ARE YOU NAUGHTY?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. ARE YOU SHORT?&lt;br /&gt;- What do you think. 5'3"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. ARE YOU TALL?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. DO YOU OWN A HOT PINK SHIRT?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, but I'll never wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. HOW ABOUT ORANGE PANTS?&lt;br /&gt;- NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. ARE YOU EVIL?&lt;br /&gt;- No, certainly NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113352366392484824?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113352366392484824/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113352366392484824' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113352366392484824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113352366392484824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113341919107483361</id><published>2005-12-01T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:51:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched the new tATu video, Friend of foe. &lt;strong&gt;Yulia has new hair!&lt;/strong&gt; It's so much hotter than the previous. Just as I was thinking 'wow, hot!', she started playing the piano! :DDD Oh well,but their album was really dissapointing. &lt;br /&gt;I shall edit later. I'm thirsty. That was so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113341919107483361?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113341919107483361/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113341919107483361' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113341919107483361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113341919107483361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-watched-new-tatu-video-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113334790872107918</id><published>2005-11-30T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:51:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Extraordinary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that I go home at night&lt;br /&gt;Take off my clothes, turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;But I burn letters that I write&lt;br /&gt;To you, to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I drive naked through the park&lt;br /&gt;And run the stop sign in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the street, yell out my heart&lt;br /&gt;To make, to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;Supergoddess&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not believe in me&lt;br /&gt;But I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;So I still take the trash out&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me too normal for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dig a little deeper, cause&lt;br /&gt;You still don't get it yet&lt;br /&gt;See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make, I'll make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;Supergoddess&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;Supergoddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me jump through hoops for you&lt;br /&gt;You stand there watching me performing&lt;br /&gt;What exactly do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought it's you that's boring?&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;Supergoddess&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;Supergoddess&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;Supergoddess&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average every day sane psycho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it's already the second last day of November. This is definitely the most unproductive Christmas holiday, ever. &lt;br /&gt;Blah, I need to grow my hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113334790872107918?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113334790872107918/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113334790872107918' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113334790872107918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113334790872107918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/11/extraordinary-you-think-that-i-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113310965948170192</id><published>2005-11-28T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:43:41.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Ate alot and talked alot. Xiuting and I were laughing at our shameful L1R5 grades! :D And the whole gathering got rather emotional. And truthfully, It kind of got me thinking about how mean I was to Bliss. From now, I will be nicer to her. I want to. She's my only sibling! You all can laugh all you all like, she's my sister. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the family gathering was awkward. I knew there would be comments on my weight loss. And I knew my mom will be ready to tell then what I've been doing. But whatever, I tried to walk around like nothing was wrong and, honestly, it was tough. Granma had her opinions (definitely). She grabbed my arm the moment she saw me and asked what happened. "&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;!" :D  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy and &lt;em&gt;stew-pid&lt;/em&gt; if you want. I think that Nicole Richie is so much hotter than Paris. Nicole became so much better looking after she lost all that weight. And her body is way more "real" as compared to Paris's barbie body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehaa! I'm off! &lt;br /&gt;Watching the Harry Potter movie tomorroww--!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dance, Dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's no good with words but I'm worse&lt;br /&gt;Barely stuttered out&lt;br /&gt;"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue&lt;br /&gt;Weighed down with words too over-dramatic&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's "it can't get much worse" &lt;br /&gt;Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;br /&gt;These words are all I have so I'll write them&lt;br /&gt;So you need them just to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;Dance, this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always fold just before you're found out&lt;br /&gt;Drink up its last call&lt;br /&gt;Last resort&lt;br /&gt;But only the first mistake and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;br /&gt;These words are all I have so I'll write them&lt;br /&gt;So you need them just to get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you show me the little bit of spine&lt;br /&gt;You've been saving for his mattress, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;Dance, this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you show me the little bit of spine&lt;br /&gt;You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)&lt;br /&gt;I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;And these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)&lt;br /&gt;Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)&lt;br /&gt;Dance this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;div 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world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113237955205760364</id><published>2005-11-19T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:32:52.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me or does anyone else agree that Madonna is really hot and sucessful?&lt;br /&gt;Look at this. 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/itm5.jpg" height="150" width="150" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 2005. From her latest video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/hung17.jpg" height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/hung27.jpg" height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/hung09.jpg" height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/hung12.jpg" height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/hung14.jpg" height="150" width="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got it going on. And, plus point, she's a &lt;em&gt;mesomorph&lt;/em&gt;! Oh, yeeah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113237955205760364?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113237955205760364/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113237955205760364' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113237955205760364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113237955205760364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-just-me-or-does-anyone-else_18.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113230549886830853</id><published>2005-11-18T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T01:17:10.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;200 Things I've done at least once the past 15 years (those in purple):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;03. climbed (drove up)a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. taken a ferrari for a test drive-iwish&lt;br /&gt;05. been inside the great pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;08. said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;09. hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;11. bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12. visited paris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIVED THERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13. watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. stayed up all night long and watch the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;15. seen the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;16. gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;17. walked the stairs to the top of leaning tower of pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;20. slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;21. changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;22. taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23. watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24. gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;26. looked up the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;28. Had a food fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i threw an apple and a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts&lt;br /&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on103. Rafted the Snake River104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;br /&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;116. Bought a (toy) house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off-haha!&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a cheque&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134. ... more than once? - More than thrice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a seizure&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions175. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183. ... and gotten 86ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;196: Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200: Been arrested&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113230549886830853?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113230549886830853/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113230549886830853' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113230549886830853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113230549886830853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/11/200-things-ive-done-at-least-once-past.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113219365699216337</id><published>2005-11-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:37:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like all I care about now is manorexia. What's wrong with me huh? And my mom tells me to 'relax' because it doesn't even concern me. Okay, I admit that my reactions are strange sometimes but I'm just interested. Alright, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;Nel just sent me a whole thing about hair ideas(hair too short for anything!) and skin products(not interested). Haha, I felt so bad but I didn't tell him that I couldn't use any of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Section 1: The Inner You: Your Real Motivation You are, in many ways, an eternal child. Your mind is bright, alert, curious, flexible, playful, and always eager for new experiences - and your attention span is often quite brief. You grasp ideas quickly and once your initial curiosity has been satisfied, you want to go on to something else. You crave frequent change, variety, meeting new situations and people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Section 2: Mental Interests and Abilities Your mind operates in a very deliberate and methodical manner and you dislike being rushed or forced to give an opinion before you have thoroughly ruminated and digested an idea. You are also difficult to influence once your mind is made up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be a psychic. I just have to play around with words and I can actually get cash for doing that. Seriously! I can just give myself some mysterious name like &lt;em&gt;Madame Beatrizzo.&lt;/em&gt; Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm going to have breakfast! :D Love y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Alias Should Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatshouldyouraliasbequiz/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarlett Alisha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Should Your Alias Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113219365699216337?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113219365699216337/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113219365699216337' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113219365699216337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113219365699216337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-seems-like-all-i-care-about-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-113111267348852340</id><published>2005-11-04T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:30:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The trip was great!&lt;br /&gt;It was a good balance between work and fun. Yeah, I went to work. That presentation. And for the first time, I feel like it was enough. I really need to work my ass off from now onwards (and take my mind off eating or i'll become obese). My folks are fine now but they'll get real pissed when they see my report book. I don't really bother now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the trip in a summary.&lt;br /&gt;Phuket=hot guys, pinapples, bikinis, hot girls, steam baths, pilates and phad thais!&lt;br /&gt;BangKok=Guess, shopping, notebooks, pens, good japanese food and communication problems.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the trip to Phuket and trip back from BangKok was really scary because it was so cloudy. This group of China chinese 30 year olds were like screaming. Those females have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pitched voices man. Was super scary and they made it worse. And somehow the sudden movement cause me gag reflex.&lt;br /&gt;Aright, I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-113111267348852340?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/113111267348852340/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=113111267348852340' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113111267348852340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/113111267348852340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/11/trip-was-great-it-was-good-balance.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112942636687643279</id><published>2005-10-16T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T09:32:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;1) Favorite Color: Purple and red&lt;br /&gt;2) Favorite Food: doritos and brie cheese&lt;br /&gt;3) Favorite Band: i don't really like bands anymore. It's Maksim and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;4) Favorite Song right now: Slow waters&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite Movie: i still haven't watched mean girls!&lt;br /&gt;6) Favorite Sport: running and swimming. I won't mind pure stretching.&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;8) Favorite Day Of the Week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;9) Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Mint! and Peach&lt;br /&gt;10) Favorite Time of Day: Dusk and Dawn, when its just bright enough to see but not bright enough to burn your eyes5&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS&lt;br /&gt;1) Current Mood: bleaghh&lt;br /&gt;2) Current Taste: toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;3) Current Clothes: white tee and shorts&lt;br /&gt;4) Current Desktop: maksim&lt;br /&gt;5) Current Toenail Color: Purple&lt;br /&gt;3 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;1) First Best Friend: Claire&lt;br /&gt;2) First Kiss: heehee! rollseye&lt;br /&gt;3) First Screen Name: beatricengsw&lt;br /&gt;7 LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1) Last Cigarette: Never&lt;br /&gt;2) Last Drink: Water&lt;br /&gt;3) Last Car Ride: yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;4) Last Kiss: NINN HUNNEH!&lt;br /&gt;5) Last Movie Seen: i forgot. I'm such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 HAVE YOU EVERS&lt;br /&gt;1) Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: no&lt;br /&gt;2) Have You Ever Broken the Law: like what? innocent acts like sneaking gum back?&lt;br /&gt;3) Have You Ever Been Arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;4) Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;5) Have You Ever Been on TV: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6) Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 THINGS&lt;br /&gt;1) 1 Thing You're Wearing: stop asking&lt;br /&gt;2) 1 Thing You've Done Today: update xanga&lt;br /&gt;3) 1 Thing Your Listening To Right Now: cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 Thing You Can't Live Without:&lt;br /&gt;-my mouth&lt;br /&gt;-toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;-friends and family&lt;br /&gt;-ninn hunneh(yes that's her new name. trust me, it sounds better when you say it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 1 Thing You Do When You're Bored:update xanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I just got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO&lt;br /&gt;Noone. If it concerns regular things, it'll be my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;1. black or white: white&lt;br /&gt;2. hot or cold: Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 THING YOU WANT TO DO&lt;br /&gt;1. Find peace within myself and others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112942636687643279?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112942636687643279/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112942636687643279' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112942636687643279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112942636687643279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-favorites-1-favorite-color-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112894069580751950</id><published>2005-10-10T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:38:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Wind Beneath My Wings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to never have sunlight on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You were content to let me shine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;that's your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You always walked a step behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So I was the one with all the glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;while you were the one with all the strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A beautiful face without a name for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A beautiful smile to hide the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and everything I would like to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;for you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I want you to know I know the truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;of course I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I would be nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You're everything I wish I could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I could fly higher than an eagle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;for you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Did I ever tell you you're my hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You're everything, everything I wish I could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;for you are the wind beneath my wings,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;cause you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;so high I almost touch the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Thank you, thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112894069580751950?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112894069580751950/comments/default' title='Publier les 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Someday We'll Know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ninety miles outside Chicago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can't stop driving I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So many questions, I need an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Two years later you're still on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Whatever happened to Amelia Earheart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is true love just once in a lifetime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Did the captain of the Titanic cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why the sky is blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; For the ninety-seventh time...Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why the sky is blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why I wasn't meant for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why Samson loved Dalilah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One day I'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That I was the one for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Open up the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If I can ask God just one question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why aren't you here with me tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; If love can move a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Someday we'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Why the sky is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday we'll knowWhy I wasn't meant for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday we'll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why Samson loved Dalilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One day I'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someday you'll know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That I was the one for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112790190512137363</id><published>2005-09-28T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:12:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She said my soul was transparant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Visible as my lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now I shun my own life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As if it weren't even mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I cry about my broken heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Who's shattered shards I hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As she cut and slice my fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;making me incredibly cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I reflect on my depressing past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All the paths that I had taken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And in the shimmering, reflecting glass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I see a young girl, depressed, broken, and shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Such a mess, I don't wanna watch you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;what's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die&lt;br /&gt;medicated, drama queen, picture perfect belligerence&lt;br /&gt;narcisistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence&lt;br /&gt;if you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere&lt;br /&gt;do it somewhere far away from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112762378386180371</id><published>2005-09-25T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:49:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1. quit making false accusations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;2. quit making comments on everything that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;3. quit making comments on the food that i &lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;4. quit making comments on what i do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;5. quit following and eating only what i eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6. quit bitching to your other half about me and how ugly you think i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;7. please reflect on your attitude and actions before making comments on everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you are plan to ask me to do the same, I have already and I feel that making this entry is improtant amd I will&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; delete it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;8. quit encouraging me to socialise, spend more cash. . because, honestly, i can't be bothered to socialise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Oh, a question for you. Is this your fisrt visit to my blog today? Yes I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; blogged. Unlike you, I lead an incredible dreary, boring life. Unlike you. HurHurHUR, luck you. Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112762378386180371?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112762378386180371/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112762378386180371' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112762378386180371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112762378386180371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112702325849508577</id><published>2005-09-18T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:00:58.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Too Much To Ask"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Its the first time I ever felt this lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I wish someone could cure this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Its funny when you think its gonna work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Til you chose weed over me, you're so lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I thought you were cool until the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;But up until the point you didnt call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;When you said you wouldI finally figured out youre all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Always coming up with some kind of story&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You're always feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Youre too tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You think you're loveless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Is that too much that I'm asking for?&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd come around when I ignored you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;So I thought you'd have the decency to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;But babe, I guess you didn't take that warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;'Cause I'm not about to look at your face again&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you lie to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You can't see the world through a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It wont be too late when the smoke clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;'Cause I, I am still here&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I try to make you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You'd always grow up feeling sorry for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Everytime I try to make you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;You stand like a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Alone in your zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Is it too much that I'm asking for?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;Do you plan to go on like this?? Email  meeee!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;  Alright. Went to St Theresa's church this morning for CIP and it was east CIP hours. The poeple were very nice and we saw people like Germaine, Pearl, Andrea. . and of course the other people doing CIP. There's nothing more to elaborate on mostly because I was very sleepy all morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;  But I still can't get over &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Like, goodness, are you trying to play it cool???? Because you're starting to annoy me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;  *Haha, my mom and I got drunk and it was so stupid. We kept laughing and falling over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112702325849508577?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112702325849508577/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112702325849508577' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112702325849508577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112702325849508577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-much-to-ask-its-first-time-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112693259805131976</id><published>2005-09-17T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:23:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this sounds dumb and SHALLOW but I did a quiz and. . STEPHEN IS SO HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Billy is hotter. . but, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/lbg_title.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your Laguna Beach soulmate is Stephen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sure, he's popular (and hot!), and loves to have fun, but there's more to this surfer boy than meets the eye. Stephen has a deeper, sensitive side. He's got plenty of guy friends, but when something's really bothering him, he'll lean on his girlfriend for support. Stephen isn't afraid of being in love, and this Laguna guy definitely enjoys the comfort of being in a relationship—or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/lbg_pic_stephen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOTHOTHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  Alright, I'll stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  I really should start doing my revision and start getting focused. Even Chermin goes home straight now and studies with wf. And her dad picks her! Man, and I'm still like stuck figuring out which subject I should start with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;  Things have been so crazy (not in school) and I don't want anymore surprises. I really just want time to myself and do what I feel like whenever I feel like it. I just want to be able to absorb the contents of my text and watch laguna beach all day without having to eat much. I know that sounds boring, but i have had enough of this madness that makes no sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm counting the days till the finals, the last day of finals and to my year-end getaway. I'm looking forward to lazing around and enjoying the feeling of freedom and pure laziness. Till then, I shall try to focus on the right things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;THINGS THAT HAVE TO BE DONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. Mail all my postcards and 'late mail' itmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. Book function room for meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. Check email! (I keep forgeting. Like, how?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. all homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    -Creative Writing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    -Emath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    - Geog project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;    -MANY MORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5. CIP (tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GAHH!! I lost track of the rest. And did I mention how my handbook got drenched??! HA! The ink from my coloured markers 'stained' the pages of my book. HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112693259805131976?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112693259805131976/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112693259805131976' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112693259805131976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112693259805131976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-i-know-this-sounds-dumb-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112651831196524152</id><published>2005-09-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:45:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked anything else&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x, neecheemouse) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have a crush on one of your FACEBOOK friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of facebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x!) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( x) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;() pet a reindeer/goa&lt;br /&gt;t(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) had detention&lt;br /&gt;( x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(xx!!!) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x!!) hated the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) pole danced HAHAHA it was a stupid joke&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x ) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(xHAHA) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(xx) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(xx) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) have traveled more than 3 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed "penis" in class&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) done it in a park&lt;br /&gt;( ) done it in the bathoom&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tounge stuck to a pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex at a church&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( x) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken fight&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) made porn&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(xx) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;(x) been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! COOL QUIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112651831196524152?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112651831196524152/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112651831196524152' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112651831196524152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112651831196524152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112634219946672370</id><published>2005-09-10T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T16:49:59.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm strong! I'm seriously hungry but thanks to my cold sore the things I can eat are really limited. I had to cut my food up into &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; pieces and chew really slowly. I had my cold sore torn a few times yesterday when I was out with &lt;strong&gt;weixuan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;lynny&lt;/strong&gt;. My darling honeys. And I was so clumsy I actually stabbed my cold sore with my drinking straw. Man, that really hurt. And so I have to control my mouth movements. This includes eating and talking. The talking part is really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;And I really couldn't control not talking to lynny and weixuan yesterday! In fact, we practically blabbed since we met at the hereen bus stop at noon till around 4:30pm. It was so fun!! We walked lots, ate alot, talked alot and laughed more. Actually I think we laughed more than we spoke. And I really couldn't help it. I'm sure if chermin had been there it would be more mad.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Lynny and Weixuan looked so hot. Weixuan looked really artistic. Lynny looked so funky.&lt;br /&gt;If i were go to into the details of our outing I would probably have to spend a long time typing this entry and I have to to for my swim soon but a repeat of yesterday would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;I love you girlfriends!&lt;33333!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that HF cheekohpeh guard who acc to me most probably had the latest FHM issue with him and brought it to the handicap toilet to read?? HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112634219946672370?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112634219946672370/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112634219946672370' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112634219946672370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112634219946672370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-strong-im-seriously-hungry-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112610712686918898</id><published>2005-09-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:12:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel like blogging!! But I shall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a major cow because I ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I thought I could be strict with myself today and stay home and study and make sure that I don't make so many trips to the kitchen. Bad idea. I could be out at whichever library and walk around alot and not eat the many pieces of giant fruit mentos. Aha. And I'm not on a diet. It's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de-tox&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Right. My lunch was not any better. I had to make my own lunch because noone was home and I did not want to call in pizza or kfc. So I made my sandwich which I am proud to say, turned out well. But then, when I checked the bread-cover-thing, I realised that the bread was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So i threw it away. Haha, I didn't feel sad or anything. I didn't want to eat it anyway. Then I attempted to cook my own hard boiled eggs. Aha. Guess what happened to it. I tried cooking 2 of them and they exploded in the pot thing. I don't know what went wrong! I did add water. I did add &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt; water. Man, I'm just such a disaster in the kitchen and I know I wasted alot of food today. I should Just stay out next time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I better go to the doctor tomorrow. I'm having terrible cold sores that will not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112610712686918898?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112610712686918898/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112610712686918898' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112610712686918898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112610712686918898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-feel-like-blogging-but-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112590125596172284</id><published>2005-09-05T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:21:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had Chem class today and I was late (as usual) and Chemin waited for me at the foyer. I was super thankful by the way. And we had so much fun in chem.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life in stc, we actually wore those goggles in the science lab and they're pretty cool. Then it suddenly dawned on me. Were the huge boho shades inspired by these science lad goggles?? I think so. Haha, and those rich Hollywood Bitch Barbies paid hundreds for science lad goggles. HA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention we got new shades?? We did. Guess how much we paid. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I'll be leaving soon ao i better get going. I don't want to be late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, Weixuan, Chermin and Lynny.&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY NONSENSE (LIKE HOW CHERMIN WOULD PUT IT). eg, whiteboard, grass. . etc I REALLY REALLY APPERCIATE IT AND i DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO WITHOUT YOU ALL. LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: CHERMIN, GO CHECK OUT THAT j'S FRIENDSTER!!!!!! DAMN FUNNY. YOU KNOW WHICH J. THE ONE WHO RAN AWAY WITH HER HAIR PLASTERED TO HER CHEEKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112590125596172284?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112590125596172284/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112590125596172284' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112590125596172284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112590125596172284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-chem-class-today-and-i-was-late-as.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112554579963057114</id><published>2005-09-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:36:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something wrong with my internet explorer so I hope I can finally post something proper this time. I tried to last night and, unfortunately, it failed. OKay, I'll have to blog about 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1) My Toe.&lt;br /&gt;2) Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay I was at Ngee Ann city on sunday and I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; in a good mood because we had arranged to have lunch at Crystal Jade. I was also wearing my new yellow-bright-beaded-comfy-artistic-new heels. I was looking forward to having Ramen noodles! Unfortunately in less than 10 minutes after we got a table, Bliss and I got into some sort of argument and my folks were commenting on their 'observation' that I don't give her opportunities to &lt;em&gt;express &lt;/em&gt;herself. Like, haha, alright. I really didn't want anymore arguments especially since my mom can be really cruel with her 'observations'. She always has observations on every issue. She once told me that I look fatter when the fact is I just lost weight. And I know her&lt;em&gt; issue&lt;/em&gt;. Her &lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt;. So I decided to shutup and enjoy my treat (ramen noodles). Then my dad sort of stepped on my right feet and ,not to mention, my new yellow-bright-comfy-artistic-new heels. I realy should have said someting but I didn't and to think of it now, whenever I decide to be nice for once something bad  always happens to me. But I didn't know what until lunch was over and I was waiting for Bliss to go return her books at the library. I looked down at my feet and I saw my nail! It broke in the middle! And the reason why i was freaking out wasn not because my once beautiful nail would look disgusting now but because I didn't know what would happen once it becomes completely broken. How it would &lt;em&gt;hurt.&lt;/em&gt; And then I remember how my dad had rested his foot on MY feet. OF course it had to be him! Especially since I was wearing new footwear, I would walk around carefully. And he refused to apologise. He didn't even want to get me the 'toystory' plaster I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;He called from whatevercountryilosttrack 2 nights ago to ask about my toe and I lied to him that I think it was infected and that I could feel a fever coming. I did that thinking that he may apologise. But he didn't! Not even when I lied that my toe was currently  purple in colour! he then added that he predicts that my toe will take at least 3-4 weeks to heal completely. Yeah, right. I think a &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; month.&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare everyone the details of what I did to my nail. And, no, Diaz I did not give it to her and noone ate my nail. That's so gross.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun! Teachers' Day celebration and I went to school. We ate alot of m'n'ms and found out loads about our teachers. Kind of fun. Then after school we went to try the restaurant at cine. OKay, the food was fine. I like their lemon soda. But, the service is really bad. And if you ask me, I think that GST should be optional. Only if we think the service was good. And if they dare ask for tips, hahaha.  . dream on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my new favourite fruit is pineapple! I love pineapples even more now and I think I'll be having them for lunch later :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112554579963057114?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112554579963057114/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112554579963057114' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112554579963057114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112554579963057114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/08/theres-something-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112445354567095099</id><published>2005-08-19T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:25:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did my last paper today. Lit. And i'm not confident of doing well. But anyway school ended pretty quickly and we headed to town. It was kind of fun and we walked alot. Which brings me to my point which is completely unrelated to this but I'LL NEVE EAT SCHOOL FOOD AGAIN. I felt so sick after the potatoes. I could &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;them. Gross. I knew i would threw up and i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am at aljunied TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Just as i thought i was free. Thanks alot. But i have to go. Plus we're going for some volunteer thing after that. I really wanted to go out and now i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that&lt;em&gt; thing &lt;/em&gt;is compulsory anyway so i have to go. Oh whatever. I shall continue myself now &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; go soak in the tub with magazines or something.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the exams are finally over! I know i won't do well this time but i really cannot be bothered now. I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for a ice cold peach smoothie. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112445354567095099?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112445354567095099/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112445354567095099' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112445354567095099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112445354567095099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-did-my-last-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112419820931620291</id><published>2005-08-16T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:16:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Middle of CA week and i'm glad that CA is pracically over!&lt;br /&gt;Lala!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CHARLOTTE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"Meet My Maker"&lt;br /&gt;(This is the way I'll meet my maker tonight)&lt;br /&gt;So this is it&lt;br /&gt;This is my life&lt;br /&gt;This is my time&lt;br /&gt;It's ending tonight&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I tried to live right&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out of the darkness into the light&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Will they remember&lt;br /&gt;Will they mourn&lt;br /&gt;Will they move on&lt;br /&gt;When my sad songs for lonely son&lt;br /&gt;His time has come his life is done&lt;br /&gt;And tonight&lt;br /&gt;We'll celebrate the end&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whhooaa aaooohh&lt;br /&gt;It's alrightthis is a night like we've began&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;This is the wayThe way&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet my maker tonight&lt;br /&gt;And on my grave&lt;br /&gt;What will it say?&lt;br /&gt;Here lies another soul that was saved&lt;br /&gt;So please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Just sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait on the other side&lt;br /&gt;And tonightwe'll celebrate the end&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whooaahh ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;This is a night like we've began&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;The way I'll meet my maker tonight&lt;br /&gt;And tonight&lt;br /&gt;We'll celebrate the end&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whooaaa ooohh&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;This is a night like we've began&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet my maker tonight&lt;br /&gt;Whhoooaaa oohhh [x12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the lyrics seem kind of silly but trust me it sounds better when you actually listen to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112419820931620291?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112419820931620291/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112419820931620291' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112419820931620291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112419820931620291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/08/middle-of-ca-week-and-im-glad-that-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112392278094858568</id><published>2005-08-13T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:52:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, horror.&lt;br /&gt;CA is next week! And i haven't been studying or anything. And i better study tomorrow or i'll just die. I didn't study today and i've got jiang later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so mad at my mom for her not letting me go to the wedding next month. And i'm completely pissed with ********** for what she said to me exactly one week ago.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever i shall just go on and do my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, plus, i happily linked billy martin as though he were my friend. See my link list. Ooh! BILLY MARTIN--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Billy, He is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/Acoustic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/there20goes20billys20smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b87/beatrizz/image040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112392278094858568?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112392278094858568/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112392278094858568' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112392278094858568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112392278094858568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-horror.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112338250776246142</id><published>2005-08-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:41:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait till it's the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell the sea breeze (okay that's silly)&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear flip flops all day&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell sunblock lotion&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the sand between my toes&lt;br /&gt;I want to roll in the sand&lt;br /&gt;I want to drink ice cold fruit punch&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint all my nails in different colours&lt;br /&gt;I want to have endless shopping trips at new malls&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy magazines&lt;br /&gt;I want to hide in my shades&lt;br /&gt;I want to read magazines all day&lt;br /&gt;I want to get massages&lt;br /&gt;I want to relax&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my hair cut again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I want to get away from everything here.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the stress and tests and bitchy rumors and annoying backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are 'the backstabber'.&lt;br /&gt;You better stop bitching behind my back and stop telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;You know very well who you are and stop copying us.&lt;br /&gt;Stop lying about my bangla beauty queens and manila millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;And stop trying to make it seem like you're the innocent one.&lt;br /&gt;Go away and get a life of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112338250776246142?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112338250776246142/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112338250776246142' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112338250776246142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112338250776246142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-wait-till-its-holidays-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112324172871930934</id><published>2005-08-05T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T19:35:28.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a FRIDAY! i'm so glad it's finally the weekends! i so can sleep in for the next few days because i don't plan to go to school on monday. HAHA! this week has been mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;monday:I CAN'T REMEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tuesday: 'teev'. only my darling queens and manila billionair knows what that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wednesday: had five tests including napfa test. Lynny sprained her ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thursday: WHOA!! I SHALL ELABORATE ON THIS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;friday: that's today! I had alot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay! Weixuan and I were on 171 and this bunch on at least 6 bengs and exactly 1 lian came up the bus. They sat around us. (which meant infront and behind) Okay then they started to speak really louldly plus this particular one removed his shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WHOA, STINKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OKay. The leader appeared to be the one sitted behind weixuan and he kept kicking the back of our seats. The female one started to pick her nose and flicked it at the guy without his shoes. GROSS. And she kept complaining that she missed the target. Oh btw, they all spoke really louldly in hokkien so i could not get half of what they said. Okay then i really could not take the level of gross-ness and  everything and i stupidly told the leader to "excuse me". That was when all out troubles started! They said so many things that even i can't remember but i knew after awhile they started playing their ringtones. Like wth. Alot of it was about sex and in hokkien. I was just damn thankful when they got off. But guess where. coro. i'm never ever going to coro again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OKay! its flag day tomorrow. wonder how lynny will go about walking. I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON ALRIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm going for a swim now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112324172871930934?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112324172871930934/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112324172871930934' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112324172871930934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112324172871930934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-friday-im-so-glad-its-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112143555608070777</id><published>2005-07-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:52:36.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Your name&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were your parents born&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you downloaded&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember. Probably something for the dance.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Plenty. Din tai fung and that korean one. I forgot the name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you swam in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in June.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a school play&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want&lt;br /&gt;2?&lt;br /&gt;8. Type of music you DISLIKE&lt;br /&gt;Heavy metal and techno.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a car&lt;br /&gt;I WISH&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever prank call anyone before?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I tried the police and firestation when i was 4.&lt;br /&gt;13. Chattin with&lt;br /&gt;Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you shy To new company?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you think you're popular&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;19. bath or shower?&lt;br /&gt;Shower.&lt;br /&gt;20. Best movie you've seen in the past 4 month&lt;br /&gt;Plenty.&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the next movie you want to see&lt;br /&gt;I haven't caught war of the worlds&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or popcorn&lt;br /&gt;popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever broke a person's heart ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;24. Status&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange or apple juice&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;27. Who you last went out to lunch with and where&lt;br /&gt;Weixuan and lynny in school&lt;br /&gt;28. Fave drink&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple juice&lt;br /&gt;29. Best thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever broken a bonelil finger.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;monopoly? I'm not into board games. Oh i like scrabble better.&lt;br /&gt;33. Someone u hate?&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to curb this habit. it's working,&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you have sisters&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy&lt;br /&gt;Lipbalm&lt;br /&gt;38. Who are you going to marry?&lt;br /&gt;BILLY&lt;br /&gt;39. Who would you like to meet?&lt;br /&gt;Billy.&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;41. Whats your favourite song right now?&lt;br /&gt;The new one by Jessica Simpson. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;42. Where would you go for a romantic evening?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner?&lt;br /&gt;43. How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;i don't count&lt;br /&gt;44. Last song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Who's that girl&lt;br /&gt;45. Any pets&lt;br /&gt;Tinny.&lt;br /&gt;46. Best tv show rite now&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch tv now but i like roadtrips.&lt;br /&gt;47. What is one thing you would like to learn to do?&lt;br /&gt;Stop disliking people who piss me off real bad like by lying and throwing tantrums. And look at poeple who carry branded bags which are obviously fake.&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you do when you are bored&lt;br /&gt;Online.&lt;br /&gt;49. How would you want someone to appreciateyou?&lt;br /&gt;not sure.&lt;br /&gt;50. Done. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's majorly embarrassing to see all my spelling mistakes i PUBLISHED! Shows how stress i  am.&lt;br /&gt;And i shall not start on the dance today. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIXUAN: Thanks for tagging! I hope you don't get into trouble for you-know-what!&lt;br /&gt;LYNNY: I still can't believe i said that to HER!&lt;br /&gt;VALERIE:I KNOW HER BAG IS FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;CANDICE: Hey Candice! Okay i shall try to relax : D&lt;br /&gt;GWEN: Don't worry too much alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112143555608070777?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112143555608070777/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112143555608070777' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112143555608070777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112143555608070777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/07/1_15.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112126299033575050</id><published>2005-07-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:56:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm FREE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Debates are over and we're officially out. I won't bother.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't care anymore about the fact that i didn't get to go to see Billy.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am going to get my priorities right and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm going to try to control my anger about recent issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay the part about me not caring about the debates is compltely false. Since when do i not bother when we lose. Especially since i did loads of research. I guess we just couldn't work as a team. Perhaps if we were given an extra week the result would be different. Oh wells, it's over.&lt;br /&gt; I'm looking forward to sleeping early tonight. Tomorrow is going to be a short day and i'm kind of disappointed that Friday is going to be a full day. I was looking forward to having sushi after school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything's the same around me. When I look again and everything has changed. I'm not dreaming so I don't know why. I don't know why I don't know why. She's everything I wanna be. Who's that girl? Where's she from? No she can't be the one That you want That has stolen my world. It's not real, it's not right.Who's that girl. I'm the one who made you laugh.Who made you feel. And made you sad. I'm not sorry. For what we did. For who we were. I'm not sorry that i'm not her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112126299033575050?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112126299033575050/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112126299033575050' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112126299033575050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112126299033575050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-free.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112100769811641016</id><published>2005-07-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:04:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling completely stressed out here while doing researcg for the debates. The prelimanary rounds are this coming Tuesday. Right now i've got a few pages of information. Hope they work.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Siam Kitchen just now. PLUS, i got my puma shoes! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's helping me relax. .&lt;br /&gt;I really should go back to doing research.&lt;br /&gt;And to all those who tagged, THANKYOU very much. I shall reply you all some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112100769811641016?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112100769811641016/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112100769811641016' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112100769811641016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112100769811641016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-feeling-completely-stressed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112074476416981797</id><published>2005-07-07T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:59:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 July.  Jiang&lt;br /&gt;10 July. Revison day.&lt;br /&gt;11 July.Movie Screening after school.&lt;br /&gt;12 July.Preliminary round for debates.&lt;br /&gt;13 July.POA test.&lt;br /&gt;14 July.NAPHA test.&lt;br /&gt;15 July.Preliminary round for dance.&lt;br /&gt;16 July. Biz law and Jiang.&lt;br /&gt;17 July.Revision day.&lt;br /&gt;18 July.Oral Presentation for PBL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112074476416981797?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112074476416981797/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112074476416981797' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112074476416981797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112074476416981797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/07/shoot.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-112065769243844633</id><published>2005-07-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:48:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I ate alot of junk today.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's raining outside now.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm itching thanks to the stupid mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have no idea what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;5. I need anger managment class.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't dare collect my IC.&lt;br /&gt;7. I think i'll have detention again. For being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOM.&lt;br /&gt;PLus, i've already got assignment date dues and tests lined up. And movie screening dates, debate practices. . All my Saturdays are already gone. My entire Saturday is packed with Biz law class, Jiang and my Saturday night movies. (I HOPE Laguna Beach is still on! I've not been watching it!) I know it's extremely distracting to want to get more things done and at the same time want to watch my Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;I need and have to start being independent, responsible and disciplined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-112065769243844633?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/112065769243844633/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=112065769243844633' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112065769243844633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/112065769243844633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-111995449445823829</id><published>2005-06-28T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:59:52.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o1. name - Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;.o2. single or taken - single&lt;br /&gt;.o3. gender - female&lt;br /&gt;o4. age - 15&lt;br /&gt;o5. eye colour - Black&lt;br /&gt;o6. hair colour - Black and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;o7. do u have a bf/gf - no.&lt;br /&gt;o8. do u have crush - not exactly. Celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;o9. your favorite place to shop - Town? There's like no where else to and the malls overseas are better.&lt;br /&gt;1o. your favourite shop - Zara at Great World.&lt;br /&gt;11. your favourite brands - quite a few&lt;br /&gt;12. your favourite designer - SAME AS ABOVE .&lt;br /&gt;13. have tattoos or piercings - 5.&lt;br /&gt;14. what's your job - Student.&lt;br /&gt;15. do you do drugs - no.&lt;br /&gt;16. what shampoo do you use - Nuskin, PHYTO and The Natural Source. I alternate.&lt;br /&gt;17.what's your greatest fear - Those girls who glare at me for no reason and then suddenly GRAB their boyfriend! What if she asks him to bash me up.&lt;br /&gt;18. who is the last person that called you - i think it was 27. YES!&lt;br /&gt;19. the last person who sms'ed you - weixuan.&lt;br /&gt;2o. color - PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;21. food - Fish and veggies!&lt;br /&gt;22. boy's name - Billy, Martin, William, Dean.&lt;br /&gt;23. girl's name - never thought of it but i want to create one.&lt;br /&gt;24. subjects in school - English and Geog.&lt;br /&gt;25. teacher - skip this.&lt;br /&gt;26. place - some cafe with quality tea.&lt;br /&gt;27. animal - Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;28. sports - skip this. The only sports i know are hockey and captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;29. drink - tea&lt;br /&gt;3o. you wish you could live somewhere else - i'm fine with Singapore&lt;br /&gt;31. you think about suicide - are you MAD. I haven't seen Billy Martin in person.&lt;br /&gt;32. you believe in online dating - haha no&lt;br /&gt;33. others find you smart - depends?&lt;br /&gt;34. you want more piercing- no&lt;br /&gt;35. you drink -sometimes&lt;br /&gt;36 you smoke - yuck. NO&lt;br /&gt;37. you do drugs - DOUBLE YUCK&lt;br /&gt;38. you like cleaning - hahaha No way&lt;br /&gt;39. you like roller coasters - yes!&lt;br /&gt;.4o. you act loud/quiet in a crowd - i don't act.&lt;br /&gt;41. ever cried over a girl/boy - yes.&lt;br /&gt;42. ever cheated over a boy/girl - no.&lt;br /&gt;43. ever lied to someone and felt guilty -i feel guilty all the time&lt;br /&gt;44. ever been arrested - never. In fact i was the one who reported the crime.&lt;br /&gt;[NUMBER..]&lt;br /&gt;45. of times you have had ur heart broken- the serious or minor one? serious:1&lt;br /&gt;46. of hearts you have broken -None. i think.&lt;br /&gt;47. of girls you've slept with - ALOT .&lt;br /&gt;48. of boys you've slept with - a few&lt;br /&gt;49. of drugs taken illegaly - none.&lt;br /&gt;5o. of people you consider your enemies - noone.&lt;br /&gt;51. of times your name has appeared in thenewspaper - 3&lt;br /&gt;52. of times you made a fool of yourself in public -i lost count!&lt;br /&gt;[ARE YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;53. smart - maybe? I WISH.&lt;br /&gt;54. funny -perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;.55. hot - so not. I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;56. friendly -definitely&lt;br /&gt;57. clever - i think so. okay, i am&lt;br /&gt;58. lovable - yes!&lt;br /&gt;59: caring - i guess so&lt;br /&gt;6o. sweet - maybe.&lt;br /&gt;61. cute - like have you finished these cute, sweet, clever. . etc questions?!&lt;br /&gt;62. arrogant - don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;63. cheeky -i think so!&lt;br /&gt;64. photogenic - what do you think&lt;br /&gt;[WHAT'S YOUR...]&lt;br /&gt;65. motto - enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;66. best subject - chinese. And i think its super strange.&lt;br /&gt;.67. weakness - i'm hot tempered.&lt;br /&gt;68. next ambition -i want to be a lawyer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-111995449445823829?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/111995449445823829/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=111995449445823829' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111995449445823829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111995449445823829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/06/o1.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-111923748537947050</id><published>2005-06-20T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:18:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Finally i can blog! And camp was so great! As usual, i did my post camp routine. Just hanging around by the pool doing absolutely nothing. Perfect. I'll be flying to Bangkok on Wednesday. I'm so looking forward to dining at 'Cabbage and Condom'! It's some restaurant by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday i attempted tomaximise my 'income' by washing the family car. and i went home wet and bitten by so many mosquitos. On the plus side, i smashed at least 3 of them. But i got bitten really badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you're wondering why on earth did i go through such crap, it's for my Good Charlotte Noise to the world concert. Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And NACLI was great. Nice rooms and good food. And the enthu atmosphere. AND i love my group mates : The Dark Force. Haha, that's such a corny name but we rocked the camp! We trashed other teams at captain's ball, were most enthu at cheers, put on the best performance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and had such amazing team spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really enjoyed playing Simone (female b*tch version of Simon Cowell) on out Nac Nac Idol. Khairi was Paul Goondo ( male ah gua version of Paula Abdul) and Rasul was Randrool (Randy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was mad! Okay, WanLing played this person who sand Bengawan Solo. She was supposed to &lt;em&gt;try &lt;/em&gt;hitting the high notes but fail. Then i had to like make some b*tchy comment. &lt;em&gt;HELLO?! YOU CAN SING. YOU CAN JUST COMTINUE SELLING CAKES FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And Khairi commented on her shoes. HA! And Rasul said she had the most perfect voice ever and the audience laughed like sh*t. Next on was Desmond. Okay, picture this guy going on stage looking really confident. And when he sings he sounds all girly. And i ask if he had a sex change and he replies in his regular voice looking super pissed "EXCUSE ME?!". And Khairi talks in that Ah Gua voice "urh, hello? Your voice is even more gentle than mine. . he he he". (something like that!)  And Rasul drools as he speaks and gives a good comment when the fact is the performance was crap. MAD PANEL OF JUDGES. And you bet we won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then something happened on Thurday night and i went to bed in tears. WeiXuan, you know everything. And it was worse when i had noone to talk to because all my besties were either out or already asleep. I mean, who the hell would know i had to talk to someone immediately on a Thursday night at 1am? And i was supposed to be at camp enjoying myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank you very much for embarrassing me and making it clear on your opinion that i am a stupid statue of sh*t. However, i need you to know that you'll never understand how i felt because you live a perfect life. Your perfect grades, your perfect appearance, your perfect saving habits. You'll never know how it feels to go to a regular school like mine because you have been in those 'better schools' since your primary school days. You will never know how it felt. how it feels to be stereotyped. It's already bad enough to be know as a lesbian and everything. And now you're commenting on my brain? And that i'm a bi*ch? Thank you very much and i'll take your criticism constructively and i'll definitely get to the bottom of how you got your opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-111923748537947050?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/111923748537947050/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=111923748537947050' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111923748537947050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111923748537947050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-i-can-blog-and-camp-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-111615872961844281</id><published>2005-05-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:05:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got e math tmr. sigh. and i'm still not focused? my folks are out at taka again. sigh my mom really likes taka. guess she's sick of paragon. I REALLY NEED TO GO ON A SHOPPING TRIP!! but i, sadly, have to have self control and tolerate till friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-111615872961844281?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/111615872961844281/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=111615872961844281' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111615872961844281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111615872961844281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/05/ive-got-e-math-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11287191.post-111200443335312380</id><published>2005-03-28T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:07:13.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30 WAYS TO BE ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sing the Batman theme incessantly. 2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage."&lt;br /&gt;3. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeep Bip..."&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;6. Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;7. Speak only in a "robot" voice.&lt;br /&gt;8. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.&lt;br /&gt;9. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will "swipe your grub".&lt;br /&gt;10. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 98 copies.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sniffle incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;13. Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.&lt;br /&gt;14. Name your dog "Dog."&lt;br /&gt;15. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;br /&gt;16. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."&lt;br /&gt;17. Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training."&lt;br /&gt;18. Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace".&lt;br /&gt;19. Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot."&lt;br /&gt;20. Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;21. Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;br /&gt;22. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;23. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;24. Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;25. Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbours you are a "spider person."&lt;br /&gt;26. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."&lt;br /&gt;27. Wear a special hip holster for your remote control.&lt;br /&gt;28. Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.&lt;br /&gt;29. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.&lt;br /&gt;30. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11287191-111200443335312380?l=beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/feeds/111200443335312380/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11287191&amp;postID=111200443335312380' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111200443335312380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11287191/posts/default/111200443335312380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatrizmcqueen-.blogspot.com/2005/03/30-ways-to-be-annoying-1.html' title=''/><author><name>tomato fight!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
