<?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-3665169028575199425</id><updated>2011-10-16T11:23:26.393+08:00</updated><category term='INSOMIA'/><category term='tears in the morning'/><category term='AVADA KEDAVRA'/><category term='HOT NEWS'/><category term='i'/><category term='screw this'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5412395955275579693</id><published>2011-10-16T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T11:23:26.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcRwt8BQQc/TppLl7Az7kI/AAAAAAAACZk/Qr6ylg7o57o/s1600/Snapshot_20110818.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcRwt8BQQc/TppLl7Az7kI/AAAAAAAACZk/Qr6ylg7o57o/s320/Snapshot_20110818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663922596240158274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;O'levels why won't you go away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hello Hello to all my readers although I am convinced that no one reads my posts but whatever. It has been ages since I posted anything, my apologies. With facebook, twitter and of course school work, I can't seem  to find the time to blog. SIGH. So here I am ready to rant many things because this is my only way  to relieve all the stress that I am keeping inside. Are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many, I too am going to take the O'levels exam this from 24 Oct all the way to 14 Nov and I am freaking out. What have I been doing last year? Time passes by so fast and BAM!! Sometimes I wish I can be like those smart people you know, so easy to get the concepts especially Sciences &amp;amp; Maths. I mean I am cool with History, Literature, English and Social Studies. I guess you can't have everything that you want huh? Whatevs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I am feeling lazy again..&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue this ranting later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Dianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ps/ I LOVE BIG TIME RUSH AND OF COURSE, ONE DIRECTIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5412395955275579693?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5412395955275579693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5412395955275579693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5412395955275579693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5412395955275579693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/10/olevels-why-wont-you-go-away-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCcRwt8BQQc/TppLl7Az7kI/AAAAAAAACZk/Qr6ylg7o57o/s72-c/Snapshot_20110818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2327483063094728757</id><published>2011-03-01T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:56:26.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ZJ0FDEtxE/TWz46NTX0cI/AAAAAAAACZQ/Yx7LSXELhKc/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579107717292216770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ZJ0FDEtxE/TWz46NTX0cI/AAAAAAAACZQ/Yx7LSXELhKc/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO CAMP TOMORROW, will be back on Friday (12pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, I haven't been blogging for a century now&lt;br /&gt;Really do apologise you guys! School's being a bitch to me&lt;br /&gt;with homeworks and exams and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my CCA is not helping at all&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, ok. I shall stop my whining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos! Guess who's birthday is TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGEE NOOOO! Not Obama or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S JUSTIN BIEBER'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahaha, no I am not a huge fan of his.&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that I am one of those girls&lt;br /&gt;who melts everytime he sings! Trust me boys, his lyrics&lt;br /&gt;are what GIRLS WANT TO HEAR! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay, should cut my blah bla bla now&lt;br /&gt;and sleep, gotta be in school early! I promise&lt;br /&gt;to update you about the camp soon alrights? But for&lt;br /&gt;now, let me break some Justin fans by saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HE IS WITH SELENA GOMEZ&lt;/span&gt; (serious, 100%).&lt;br /&gt;they actually have a video showing that they kissed!&lt;br /&gt;and plus photos, go and google/youtube: VANITY FAIR RED CARPET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUSTIN'S TOURING ASIA, LIKE SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Muahahahahahahahah! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU, Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2327483063094728757?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2327483063094728757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2327483063094728757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2327483063094728757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2327483063094728757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/03/off-to-camp-tomorrow-will-be-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S5ZJ0FDEtxE/TWz46NTX0cI/AAAAAAAACZQ/Yx7LSXELhKc/s72-c/IMG_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-118538269530844975</id><published>2011-01-30T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:43:23.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUV2p5ZtHFI/AAAAAAAACZE/_fLtYgj0D9k/s1600/Snapshot_20110129_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567986976468835410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUV2p5ZtHFI/AAAAAAAACZE/_fLtYgj0D9k/s320/Snapshot_20110129_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid rain, you made me not run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow is Monday which means&lt;br /&gt;I have to buck up and really study! Who is with&lt;br /&gt;me? Anyways, starting tomorrow, I will be&lt;br /&gt;in study mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wish me luck then lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole and I plan to jog an hour before&lt;br /&gt;dance starts! So yay, hopefully it doesn't rain or&lt;br /&gt;else I have no choice but to throw tantrum&lt;br /&gt;and run in circles out of&lt;br /&gt;frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ability x Effort = Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Day huh, Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ does anyone know where is Mr Michael?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-118538269530844975?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/118538269530844975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=118538269530844975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/118538269530844975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/118538269530844975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-rain-you-made-me-not-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUV2p5ZtHFI/AAAAAAAACZE/_fLtYgj0D9k/s72-c/Snapshot_20110129_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4219127253215811193</id><published>2011-01-29T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:03:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUQ3-5pfxGI/AAAAAAAACY8/klAcbllOChM/s1600/Snapshot_20110129_4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567636593103062114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUQ3-5pfxGI/AAAAAAAACY8/klAcbllOChM/s320/Snapshot_20110129_4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUQ30L5MqbI/AAAAAAAACY0/lkX-Si3l2gk/s1600/Snapshot_20110129_3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567636409022196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUQ30L5MqbI/AAAAAAAACY0/lkX-Si3l2gk/s320/Snapshot_20110129_3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; I ♥ FLEA MARKET.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually spent &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12bucks&lt;/span&gt; for these cute&lt;br /&gt;dresses while &lt;s&gt;3bucks for 3 headbands&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inlove with Bohomian styles&lt;br /&gt;nowadays especially those long dresses&lt;br /&gt;and skirts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;although it sucks to&lt;br /&gt;be short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to buy my dream&lt;br /&gt;ankle boots and I've been thinking about&lt;br /&gt;buying &lt;strong&gt;High Cuts&lt;/strong&gt; too thanks to Nana and Nicole! I&lt;br /&gt;was inspired by the two. What do you&lt;br /&gt;think. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I should have spent&lt;br /&gt;my Saturday studying but hey, you can't blame&lt;br /&gt;a girl to have a little fun and go shopping&lt;br /&gt;at the flea market right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole Cheok Ying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for introducing&lt;br /&gt;me the world of FLEAS! Seriously love it can.&lt;br /&gt;Nyeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Nana will see the light and&lt;br /&gt;will actually buy something from the&lt;br /&gt;Flea. Next time aye girl? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells, I should be off for now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up early tomorrow for a jog&lt;br /&gt;since I promised Nic that both of us&lt;br /&gt;will lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post my beloved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps/ I still wonder why I actually did that. Hmmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4219127253215811193?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4219127253215811193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4219127253215811193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4219127253215811193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4219127253215811193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-flea-market.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUQ3-5pfxGI/AAAAAAAACY8/klAcbllOChM/s72-c/Snapshot_20110129_4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4267403884925785364</id><published>2011-01-28T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:23:16.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeR2hun3I/AAAAAAAACYs/EI3pbtstz6g/s1600/Mona%252520Lisa%252520Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567256487659478898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeR2hun3I/AAAAAAAACYs/EI3pbtstz6g/s320/Mona%252520Lisa%252520Smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeKl3U07I/AAAAAAAACYk/AxdN4orYTd4/s1600/dead_poets_society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567256362927575986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeKl3U07I/AAAAAAAACYk/AxdN4orYTd4/s320/dead_poets_society.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeEUABp-I/AAAAAAAACYc/3NNGzUuN54E/s1600/The%252520Scarlet%252520Letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567256255053015010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeEUABp-I/AAAAAAAACYc/3NNGzUuN54E/s320/The%252520Scarlet%252520Letter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULd-1MHquI/AAAAAAAACYU/w41zzXACC7E/s1600/crucible-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567256160882895586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULd-1MHquI/AAAAAAAACYU/w41zzXACC7E/s320/crucible-DVDcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVIES THAT YOU SHOULD WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share with you some&lt;br /&gt;great movies that you should totally&lt;br /&gt;watch. before watching, you should&lt;br /&gt;totally do some research and some&lt;br /&gt;background information! It's really&lt;br /&gt;Great! Man, I so love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LITERATURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, that is all for now ladies and germs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Dianne Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4267403884925785364?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4267403884925785364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4267403884925785364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4267403884925785364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4267403884925785364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/movies-that-you-should-watch-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULeR2hun3I/AAAAAAAACYs/EI3pbtstz6g/s72-c/Mona%252520Lisa%252520Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-751033736600210049</id><published>2011-01-28T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:08:06.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULa83yuN5I/AAAAAAAACYM/K1O-apq8NAw/s1600/systems-thinking.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567252828687054738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULa83yuN5I/AAAAAAAACYM/K1O-apq8NAw/s320/systems-thinking.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHTS ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sound of my brother’s soft snore keeps me awake or perhaps, the fact that I feel so exhausted and empty makes sleep a thing in the past. Either way, I am wide awake. I have been having troubles sleeping lately and it is still a wonder how I manage to survive a tiring school day one after another. During these late nights, I cannot seem to mute my lonely thoughts. It bothers me so much that I can only stare in mid-air thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feet empty inside? It seems that no matter how fruitful your day is and how many compliments you get, there is still that empty feeling. I have been feeling this way and I cannot help but wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many admire and praise me on how well I manage my time. A Student Councillor who does her duty real well, a Scholar who has been maintaining her grades and a first class student who is taking Pure Sciences and Additional Maths. Let us not forget my significant role in the AES DANCE ENSEMBLE, a President who seems to do more than what her job scopes ask. I seem to have the best of both worlds with great friends and supportive family by my side. However, what people do not know is that deep down, I feel nothing. My accomplishments and marks do not fill up that hole at all. I want to be more than that; I want to achieve my best potential. The light of happiness appears to have skip me. I feel hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the moon shines on my face, I take a deep breath allowing the cool midnight air to cleanse my lungs and hoping that it too, can clear my mind. I do think about what actually makes me happy. What causes this vacuum which slowly draws me in to a complete nothingness? Is it because of my regrets in life? Is it because I long to be free from these responsibilities and lifeless routine? Or am I too anxious with the O’Levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Larson once said, “Forget regret, or life is yours to miss”. Do not get me wrong, I do believe in this saying. One should always look forward and not let the past stop her from a brighter future. However, there is this little voice inside my head that cannot stop but whisper “What if you did that? Where would you be?” Yes, there are always these ‘what ifs’ that never fails to make me stop and regret. What if I studied harder? What if I did not join a time-consuming CCA? What if I was more religious? What if I was more caring? What if I did not come here to study? Such easy questions and yet, I cannot seem to find the right answer. Is there even answers? It is so easy to tell myself to move on but so hard to follow it. What must I do to break free from these thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is that advice from Mr Ong Chuan Hock, “Prioritise, learn to say NO!” Sigh, such a hard thing to do especially when you are too used to saying YES! Guilt washes over me every time I turn down an offer or a request. It takes a great courage to say No and accept the consequences. However, let me ask you; “How can a mere student say No when the teachers push everything to you without even considering your opinions and even if that student does say No, the teachers give you that disappointing look?” and “How can one manages time when there is no time left at all?” I know, I sound like a broken record or a sick 5 year old whining about why she cannot eat ice cream. Like I have said, when I am alone my bottled inner thoughts envelope me and cannot help but reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I ask myself what I am doing it for. There are times that I break down and cry. The pressure is too much to bear and I feel alone. No matter how hard I try to block these moments, they always find a way to creep in my mind. Disturbing thoughts would then start to occupy myself but I know I am stronger than that. I cannot allow these unsettling thoughts take over me. I love myself and I will never forgive myself if I harm me. I love my life even though it is in chaos right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too young to complain about time and the hardship of responsibilities? Are my reasons too shallow? Are my thoughts naïve and pointless? Am I blaming everybody except myself? That is the beauty of silence, I tend to let my fears and worries be my company and engulf me until I cannot do anything but let it take over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break away from my train of thoughts as I peer through my bedroom window. The lamp posts are off by now, the midnight sky is slowly replaced by the morning sky. The ticking of the clock is drowned by the whirring of my neighbour’s car which indicates that it is three in the morning. I shake my head to stop it from thinking any more. I stretch myself and get ready to sleep. I take one last look outside before I enter to a deep slumber wishing that tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully, I can break away from my lifeless everyday routine and this emptiness is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by: Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-751033736600210049?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/751033736600210049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=751033736600210049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/751033736600210049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/751033736600210049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-sound-of-my-brothers-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TULa83yuN5I/AAAAAAAACYM/K1O-apq8NAw/s72-c/systems-thinking.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7801527645810558435</id><published>2011-01-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:47:14.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;OH GOSH, I AM DOOMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7801527645810558435?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7801527645810558435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7801527645810558435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7801527645810558435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7801527645810558435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-gosh-i-am-doomed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-3801460033433697918</id><published>2011-01-27T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:20:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUF0W10s7jI/AAAAAAAACYE/X-pcmVqExoI/s1600/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566858550160715314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUF0W10s7jI/AAAAAAAACYE/X-pcmVqExoI/s320/s320x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've seen him in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I am this close to make him my reality&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post will be hilarious in&lt;br /&gt;a way. Do you remember that 176 guy whom I&lt;br /&gt;was talking about? Okay, let's call him &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, B and I have been taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the same bus at the same time for the past &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;now. Meaning to say that I always see him&lt;br /&gt;every school days! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really took a time to really&lt;br /&gt;look at him or wells, be curious about him. Then&lt;br /&gt;suddenly this year, I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;and got curious. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a curious biatch.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I call myself biatch once in a while!)&lt;br /&gt;Wohohoho! Okok, let's not sidetrack here! :P As I was&lt;br /&gt;saying, I couldn't help but check him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get Amalina's help&lt;br /&gt;and checked her friend who was in the same school&lt;br /&gt;as him. And Ohgoodness me! I did found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this, his name is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasrul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FCKUING HELL RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It seems that all the Nasruls unite&lt;br /&gt;to make my life hell. Is that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not hell, just a hell lot more&lt;br /&gt;complicated than it is! Heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you think about, my ex&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I have the guts to type it out here!)&lt;br /&gt;was a Nasrul then my junior sec 1 dancer is also&lt;br /&gt;named Nasrul &amp;amp; now,that B-guy's name&lt;br /&gt;is once again, Nasrul. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say WHAT THE HELL &amp;amp; LAUGH OUT LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, that's all I wanted to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and no, I don't want to do&lt;br /&gt;anything of it. Hello. What if he thinks I am&lt;br /&gt;a stalker? No way. I have my dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CARPE DIEM, Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ as me any questions at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/witchfreak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://formspring.me/witchfreak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-3801460033433697918?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3801460033433697918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=3801460033433697918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3801460033433697918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3801460033433697918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-seen-him-in-my-dreams-i-am-this_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUF0W10s7jI/AAAAAAAACYE/X-pcmVqExoI/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5575017756323848293</id><published>2011-01-27T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:33:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUFwzN7z27I/AAAAAAAACX8/xeZaD6jRnl0/s1600/Dead-Poets-Society-dead-poets-society-9420825-1024-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566854639622806450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUFwzN7z27I/AAAAAAAACX8/xeZaD6jRnl0/s320/Dead-Poets-Society-dead-poets-society-9420825-1024-640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When you read, &lt;br /&gt;don't just consider what the author thinks, &lt;br /&gt;consider what you think.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Before I start about my insanely act&lt;br /&gt;of stalkering which was well, productive, let me&lt;br /&gt;talk more about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;that in my previous post? I do hope that you will&lt;br /&gt;take time to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned, my&lt;br /&gt;class didn't manage to finish to finish it&lt;br /&gt;since Ms Tiu had to go. Haha. However, being me&lt;br /&gt;who can't wait, I went and watch it! Nyehe. Let me tell you that&lt;br /&gt;it was a heart-warming movie. SO YOU SHOULD TOTALLY&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT OKAY! Pinky promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I still love this three words: Seize the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Carpe Diem) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5575017756323848293?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5575017756323848293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5575017756323848293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5575017756323848293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5575017756323848293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-seen-him-in-my-dreams-i-am-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUFwzN7z27I/AAAAAAAACX8/xeZaD6jRnl0/s72-c/Dead-Poets-Society-dead-poets-society-9420825-1024-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2274863321745738557</id><published>2011-01-26T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:03:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUAlVC3t7VI/AAAAAAAACX0/rXZt7xrnN-A/s1600/PC300035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566490182907981138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUAlVC3t7VI/AAAAAAAACX0/rXZt7xrnN-A/s320/PC300035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dearest Diary, Hi how have you been? I hope that&lt;br /&gt;life is treating you well. Today was rather less torturing since&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong was not in school today. He was on MC which means&lt;br /&gt;that we had a 2 hours free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tiu (that's our form teacher) atually&lt;br /&gt;let us watch a movie titled:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; A DEAD'S POET SOCIETY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You should totally watch it Diary! It was&lt;br /&gt;a great movie. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this phrase that the main character&lt;br /&gt;said: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whichi means &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SEIZE&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;! I shall touch more on that in the&lt;br /&gt;next post okay, Diary? I am rather sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had dance today but it was&lt;br /&gt;less tiring as well since we mainly brushed&lt;br /&gt;up and such. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should stop blogging and start sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post more tomorrow okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps/ I really think that the guy who takes 176 is&lt;br /&gt;cute! Like omgeee cute! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem, Dianne Mae &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2274863321745738557?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2274863321745738557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2274863321745738557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2274863321745738557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2274863321745738557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/dearest-diary-hi-how-have-you-been-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TUAlVC3t7VI/AAAAAAAACX0/rXZt7xrnN-A/s72-c/PC300035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8099678318855438048</id><published>2011-01-24T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:33:28.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TT0oiCY1f8I/AAAAAAAACXs/KUuvBC3DkrI/s1600/P1020902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565649279721504706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TT0oiCY1f8I/AAAAAAAACXs/KUuvBC3DkrI/s320/P1020902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DIANNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quickie before I start on my homework&lt;br /&gt;and etc. Ohs, where are my manners. ^^ Hello readers.&lt;br /&gt;I know there are not readers at all but let me have&lt;br /&gt;my fun alrights? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is here which means that&lt;br /&gt;another exhausting week to endure and survive.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;an actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and merely following the&lt;br /&gt;script and the director's orders. When will I break&lt;br /&gt;from this routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was less torturing since there was&lt;br /&gt;no Amaths to constantly raise my heart beats. I have&lt;br /&gt;this unexplainable feeling every time Mr Ong&lt;br /&gt;comes in the class. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physic Test was managable as well since&lt;br /&gt;it was mainly MCQs, wait, am I boring you now?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Sorry bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IF YOU ARE REALLY BORED, GO &amp;amp; WATCH&lt;br /&gt;THE CRUCIBLE!&lt;/span&gt; If you do not know what it is,&lt;br /&gt;go and google it! I'm studying The Crucible book&lt;br /&gt;and during Literature, we watched the movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried, no surprise! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;I better go and start on my homework! Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;my Russian letter has finally arrived! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I'm obsessed with this I HEART SHIRTS thing!&lt;br /&gt;if you are from another country, tag me if you want to&lt;br /&gt;exchange shirts! Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8099678318855438048?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8099678318855438048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8099678318855438048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8099678318855438048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8099678318855438048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dianne-just-quickie-before-i-start-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TT0oiCY1f8I/AAAAAAAACXs/KUuvBC3DkrI/s72-c/P1020902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4732954536497870435</id><published>2011-01-21T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:07:43.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TTmQl5A62vI/AAAAAAAACXk/NEg1kF5GUL4/s1600/PB271276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564637795227196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TTmQl5A62vI/AAAAAAAACXk/NEg1kF5GUL4/s320/PB271276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROCK EVERYONE IN THIS LIFE OF MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't believe I actually said that. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Been a vulgar girl these past few days with&lt;br /&gt;my CB and NB words. Surprising huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. I really don't have anything&lt;br /&gt;else to type here so let me share with you my compo,&lt;br /&gt;so perhaps not a whole compo since it's only the&lt;br /&gt;first paragraph. SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: New BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Six years have past but that dreadful aftrenoon still&lt;br /&gt;brings tears to my eyes. It has become a scar, forever etched&lt;br /&gt;in my mind and heart. I have lost my father, my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Those years were my darkest moments. I shut myself out from&lt;br /&gt;the world. I pretended it did bot happen and that it was a pigment of&lt;br /&gt;my imagination. I was living in my own world, only remembering&lt;br /&gt;the happy moments that my father and I shared. There were times&lt;br /&gt;that I snapped back to reality and my bottled emotions painfully engulfed&lt;br /&gt;me. I felt depressed as if my sould was ripped out from my nine&lt;br /&gt;year old body. There were time that I thought the light of hope&lt;br /&gt;would never find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tad-daaaah!!! So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I came up with it while I was on my way to&lt;br /&gt;school. I know, rather emo right? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to continue this story. So&lt;br /&gt;just watch out alrights?! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEY DOVEY,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PS/ TAG ME PLEASE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4732954536497870435?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4732954536497870435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4732954536497870435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4732954536497870435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4732954536497870435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/frock-everyone-in-this-life-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TTmQl5A62vI/AAAAAAAACXk/NEg1kF5GUL4/s72-c/PB271276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2905938014917265912</id><published>2011-01-17T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:20:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TTRA8r1JnuI/AAAAAAAACXc/j5RYEYrYLsE/s1600/Snapshot_20110107_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563142851011387106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TTRA8r1JnuI/AAAAAAAACXc/j5RYEYrYLsE/s320/Snapshot_20110107_29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes, my mom is having fun with the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, how have you guys been?&lt;br /&gt;Me? Wells, I am still alive although I have this feeling&lt;br /&gt;that my end is coming real soon. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't whine but this is the only way&lt;br /&gt;to vent all my anger and stress. Sigh. I should just&lt;br /&gt;let it go and always look at the brighter side huh? You&lt;br /&gt;know what, I miss my lower sec life when everything&lt;br /&gt;seems so right! Haha. Here I am, a sec 4, taking O levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I am so sad. Bohooooo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2905938014917265912?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2905938014917265912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2905938014917265912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2905938014917265912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2905938014917265912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TTRA8r1JnuI/AAAAAAAACXc/j5RYEYrYLsE/s72-c/Snapshot_20110107_29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-638177041709340748</id><published>2011-01-03T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:55:16.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TSHUujKOqmI/AAAAAAAACWc/O4W6KTEWLw0/s1600/Snapshot_20110102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557957311329118818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TSHUujKOqmI/AAAAAAAACWc/O4W6KTEWLw0/s320/Snapshot_20110102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Another unglam photo, but who cares! SCHOOL IS TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just a very short post cause all I want to say&lt;br /&gt;is: School is frocking tomorrow bitches! Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I love you Holidays. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-638177041709340748?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/638177041709340748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=638177041709340748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/638177041709340748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/638177041709340748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-unglam-photo-but-who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TSHUujKOqmI/AAAAAAAACWc/O4W6KTEWLw0/s72-c/Snapshot_20110102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8576281479957950437</id><published>2011-01-02T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:49:29.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TSBxApdbkMI/AAAAAAAACWQ/x6IlTRiOGVs/s1600/Snapshot_20110102_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557566196118425794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TSBxApdbkMI/AAAAAAAACWQ/x6IlTRiOGVs/s320/Snapshot_20110102_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, I know my hair is a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 of 2011 and guess what I did today?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 1pm, can you believe that? I think the answer&lt;br /&gt;would be Yes. Sigh. I have to admit that I am&lt;br /&gt;an insomiac readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble sleeping. Right now,&lt;br /&gt;my bed time is 3am! This is alarming. I need my&lt;br /&gt;sleep because school is coming real&lt;br /&gt;soon. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is not the reason why I am blogging&lt;br /&gt;right now. Reason behind this entry is that I just had&lt;br /&gt;enough. Full of it. Tired of it. Haha. Yes, I am ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I being unfair here? Or is she the&lt;br /&gt;one being unfair to me? In any way, we&lt;br /&gt;are both unfair to Mr M. I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sigh, it all started with the powerpoint and I have&lt;br /&gt;this feeling that it will end up with Dance&lt;br /&gt;going down. Am I too dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Okay, I shall just end it all here.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to do the powerpoint. This&lt;br /&gt;is becoming a cycle. IT IS ALWAYS ME&lt;br /&gt;DOING ALL OF THIS. ALWAYS ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck then you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8576281479957950437?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8576281479957950437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8576281479957950437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8576281479957950437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8576281479957950437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/yes-i-know-my-hair-is-mess-day-02-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TSBxApdbkMI/AAAAAAAACWQ/x6IlTRiOGVs/s72-c/Snapshot_20110102_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5920086776255116814</id><published>2011-01-01T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:03:02.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9H835U5cI/AAAAAAAACSI/8R-bx0R8lLU/s1600/PC300033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557239576320599490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9H835U5cI/AAAAAAAACSI/8R-bx0R8lLU/s320/PC300033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was re-reading my previous post and I sound so&lt;br /&gt;emo or depressed! So not Dianne huh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Was just being wells, reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get this random &amp;amp; crazy post started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I am blogging again&lt;br /&gt;is to share with you some of my to-do list&lt;br /&gt;for this 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Nana my 5 months plan and&lt;br /&gt;somehow I find it really shallow but what&lt;br /&gt;the heck! I am turning 8teen real soon so&lt;br /&gt;just let my crazy-ness be boy! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Month 01: start with eating healthy &amp;amp; exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Month 02: start buying some of my wishlist items&lt;br /&gt;Month 03: get my confidence back (full force!)&lt;br /&gt;Month 04: continue what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Month 05: mentally prepare myelf to meet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably realised that these&lt;br /&gt;to-do list are rather hmm, materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;bimbotic? pathetic? shallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose the words since I will agree to it anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohcome on, don't tell me that you've&lt;br /&gt;never done these crazy plans before?&lt;br /&gt;OKOK. Let me share with you these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5920086776255116814?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5920086776255116814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5920086776255116814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5920086776255116814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5920086776255116814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/h-e-c-k-y-e-h-t-i-m-e-t-o-r-o-c-k-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9H835U5cI/AAAAAAAACSI/8R-bx0R8lLU/s72-c/PC300033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-954719323786464406</id><published>2011-01-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:01:36.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9OwRgPr6I/AAAAAAAACWI/pks7SZpng4Q/s1600/t_dash_mobile-sidekick-iii-3-hot-pink-rubber-diamond-case-with-belt-clip-2-132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557243624175722066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9LofVMXlI/AAAAAAAACSo/-Y0tih3vzmo/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9LlD2DOCI/AAAAAAAACSg/IhJED1N6kGA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557243565257734178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9LlD2DOCI/AAAAAAAACSg/IhJED1N6kGA/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9Lf_LGeFI/AAAAAAAACSY/-UvZyCE4kds/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557243478104504402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9Lf_LGeFI/AAAAAAAACSY/-UvZyCE4kds/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9Lal9019I/AAAAAAAACSQ/o4eXjpKTe5o/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557243385438590930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9Lal9019I/AAAAAAAACSQ/o4eXjpKTe5o/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want them all baby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-954719323786464406?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/954719323786464406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=954719323786464406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/954719323786464406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/954719323786464406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-them-all-baby-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR9OwRgPr6I/AAAAAAAACWI/pks7SZpng4Q/s72-c/t_dash_mobile-sidekick-iii-3-hot-pink-rubber-diamond-case-with-belt-clip-2-132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1967422594127180301</id><published>2011-01-01T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:03:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR8VE9VGT9I/AAAAAAAACQ4/tLxmKriIVBo/s1600/P1020949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557183640125198290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR8VE9VGT9I/AAAAAAAACQ4/tLxmKriIVBo/s320/P1020949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;January 01 2011, a new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I posted in this blog. I even forgot to post my annual Christmas greetings here. I guess I am that busy with my life. That's the thing you see, too busy. Sometimes I wish that time would stop once in awhile and allows us to finish what we need to do. I have to do this and that, and when I do have time, I sleep. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's 2011 now! How time fly so fast!&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, let me just greet you a HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;May you have loads of entries this year and hopefully, these posts are all happy entries and no dramas or bitching. :D You might be wondering what's my plan this year? Quite simple actually, I just want to pass, wait, no. I want ace O levels! Yes, that's what I want. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, you might be wondering once more why I am so busy that I forgot about you? Wells, it's just that I am busy with the Italian Blog ( &lt;a href="http://www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) and I only posted 4 entries! Gosh. Then there's the Italian Journal as well followed by the Secondary One planning, which I have not touch at all. I do not know why but I am just tired of all these extra curriculums. I should change my mindset as of now since school is coming. 4th January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Diary, I am rather excited for what awaits me this year!&lt;br /&gt;Last year was rather boring for me and a little bit depressing since I didn't manage to top my cohort. All I want right now is my O levels and wells, Gold with Honours for SYF DANCE! Wish me luck alright? And do not worry, I will always be here for you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1967422594127180301?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1967422594127180301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1967422594127180301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1967422594127180301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1967422594127180301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-01-2011-new-year-dearest-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TR8VE9VGT9I/AAAAAAAACQ4/tLxmKriIVBo/s72-c/P1020949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2816798400322108040</id><published>2010-12-20T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:15:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TQ8PK3CRciI/AAAAAAAACIw/-FHBrxMLXf8/s1600/36239_1555884782657_1401344387_31485323_7840152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552673544817701410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TQ8PK3CRciI/AAAAAAAACIw/-FHBrxMLXf8/s320/36239_1555884782657_1401344387_31485323_7840152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIANNE MAE ROMO IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes bitches, the drama queen or diva or whatever&lt;br /&gt;you want to call me, IS BACK from her awesomely&lt;br /&gt;awesome trip to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITALIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely readers have been asking me&lt;br /&gt;to post about my trip and fret not lovelies, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;soon post everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just you wait and see&lt;br /&gt;okays? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kinda busy right now sneezing and&lt;br /&gt;sleeping as I am sick! I guess Cold Weather from&lt;br /&gt;Italy and Hot Weather from Singapore do not mix at all!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. SO, I have runny nose right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check my blog: &lt;a href="http://www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I LOVE ITALY SOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2816798400322108040?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2816798400322108040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2816798400322108040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2816798400322108040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2816798400322108040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/12/dianne-mae-romo-is-back-yes-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TQ8PK3CRciI/AAAAAAAACIw/-FHBrxMLXf8/s72-c/36239_1555884782657_1401344387_31485323_7840152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5437960316318639781</id><published>2010-12-08T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:34:12.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TP8z76FD0EI/AAAAAAAACII/8KOeQr5qo38/s1600/155248_466602859596_719129596_5758290_6986015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548210370239516738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TP8z76FD0EI/AAAAAAAACII/8KOeQr5qo38/s320/155248_466602859596_719129596_5758290_6986015_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; BITCHES, TODAY IS THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ohmyfuckinggod you guys, this is the day that I am going&lt;br /&gt;to my native land (i wish!). Haha. Anyways, I am going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Italy in few hours time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, can you like believe it? I am&lt;br /&gt;sooo excited! Love Love Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan, you shall follow me in my blog&lt;br /&gt;to know the details alright? And noo, not this blog&lt;br /&gt;follow my OTHER blog which is duh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;MY ITALIA&lt;br /&gt;BLOG BITCHES&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better tag me okays! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment and trust me, I will&lt;br /&gt;update you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHS! ITALIA HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5437960316318639781?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5437960316318639781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5437960316318639781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5437960316318639781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5437960316318639781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/12/bitches-today-is-day-ohmyfuckinggod-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TP8z76FD0EI/AAAAAAAACII/8KOeQr5qo38/s72-c/155248_466602859596_719129596_5758290_6986015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1834356442327117087</id><published>2010-12-02T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:19:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dearest Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of the most tiring day of my life. Intensive DANCE training has finally started. Wait, let me change that! Dance Camp has finally started and let me tell you, it is freaking exhausting ;D Hehehe. This the best camp so far though, I mean International Choreographers were invited to teach us. Ohlala. I'm loving &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joanne from Germany&lt;/span&gt; though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find here real cool and wells, she's so pretty. I haven't seen here dance ballet though, I heard she looks real nice! Can't wait to see that. She taught us JAZZ today and it was so fun. She even let us dance to Just Dance by Lady Gaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, shall tell you more about it soon yeah?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired to tell you the details. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then yeahs,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1834356442327117087?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1834356442327117087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1834356442327117087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1834356442327117087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1834356442327117087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/12/dearest-diary-today-has-been-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6194500369876208073</id><published>2010-11-29T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:23:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/dream/Dinoloverever/Dreams.png?o=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i736.photobucket.com/albums/xx9/Dinoloverever/Dreams.png" width="342" height="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dreams to come true, you just have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Time right now is 12.09, you know what that means? It just means that I have only 9 more days to go and I will meet the love of my life; Italy. Dramatic? You bet! Let's face it, no matter how hard I try to post inspiring or AMAZING English, I will never be cause that is not me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dianne's posts are fun and enthusiastic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SO DEAL WITH IT, okays? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you that I made a second blog? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Do visit and perhaps comment yeah. URL would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.yourlittle-ballerini.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for your comments. Gosh, such a despo huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did yesterday? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spent eating Pizza and Mcs!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, how am I suppose to lose weight when everytime my family's friends come, they bring junk food! Of course I will be tempted to eat right? GOSH! Temptations are everywhere! Another activity I did today was to do my Italia Journal and I must say, it looks amazing! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later , I will be off to see the Pompeii Exhibition with the dancers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you Z.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ get well soon ATIKA FRENCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6194500369876208073?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6194500369876208073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6194500369876208073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6194500369876208073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6194500369876208073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams-to-come-true-you-just-have-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-125236374646672410</id><published>2010-11-28T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:53:00.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears in the morning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPHZ_DOQf2I/AAAAAAAACFI/ymE5U6toqaw/s1600/kisses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544452293489885026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPHZ_DOQf2I/AAAAAAAACFI/ymE5U6toqaw/s320/kisses2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kisses are great but my mom is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever post here how great my mama is? I doubt so. Most of the times, I complain about how naggy can she get. Do you sometimes wonder if your mama know what you're going through? When she scolds you, your reason would be&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 'You do not know what I'm going through'&lt;/span&gt;. However, the truth is that, she knows. She does know cause she was once like you. TEENAGER. But for my Mama Carmela, it's different. She has been through hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why I am posting here right?&lt;br /&gt;My Mama made me cry early in the morning with her childhood stories. It was rather random actually. I was eating my breakfast when she suddenly talked to me. I was suprised if you ask me. She describe every single details of her childhood, our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad and depressing moments like when my grandmomther (Lola) couldn't go to school as my great grandma wouldn't allow it after Lola's sis got pregnant at an early age. How the family strive to save money to let Nanay Whelma go to school (my Lola's youngest sister). I can type it all down here but wouldn't it be more sincere if I tell you in person? Yes of course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy moments like how she had fun taking care of her cousins &amp;amp; siblings: Kuya JR, Ate Bobet, Ante Lutchie, Uncle Kokoy etc. She told me about what they did to entertain themselves like climbing trees, listening to radio from her neighbours (no tv) and playing in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her stories made me realise how&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; ignorant&lt;/span&gt; I am of what Real Happiness is really abour. It made me realise how far I am to really understand the beauty of life. And of course she made me realise how important it is to love and care for your family. :)&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I love my Mama.&lt;/span&gt; I hope you love yours too! I wanted to hug her and tell her how much I love her. Unfortunately, I could not do so. It would feel so awkward since we never really have these kind of moments. We never showed our feelings to each other, even a simple I love you or Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how pathetic I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too busy living in my own world where everything revolves around me. Here I am thinking how lucky I am to have a 'normal' family where my parents don't fight everyday and my siblings are great. But  the truth is, there's a missing piece. You know what that is? That is me. I am not in the picture, I need to be in there. NO, I WANT TO BE IN THAT PICTURE. Friends come and go but Family is there to stay.&lt;/em&gt; I LOVE MY FAMILY.  &lt;em&gt;I really do *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do next?&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to say that I will change and be the perfect daughter. What I am going to say is that, I will do my best. It's not that easy to change, it will need a lot of effort but I am willing  to do it. I AM, TRUST ME. Sigh. I love these days, don't you? I love reflection days. You do not when it happens but when it does, you feel light :D Really light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving my family,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-125236374646672410?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/125236374646672410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=125236374646672410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/125236374646672410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/125236374646672410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/kisses-are-great-but-my-mom-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPHZ_DOQf2I/AAAAAAAACFI/ymE5U6toqaw/s72-c/kisses2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6949323908371522830</id><published>2010-11-26T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:01:35.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw this'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543514488668582658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TO6FDoBScwI/AAAAAAAACDs/8mlN48c2L14/s320/italy.jpg" /&gt;Get this I am freaking as we speak. Remember that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance Video&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I was suppose to do, okay, so Nana and I were suppose to do it. So I did do the slideshow with bits of dance videos a couple of days ago. And yesterday, I tried to on my old computer so that I can save it in my thumb drive. &amp;amp; guess what happened? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, the freaking old computer just died right in front me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like it just shut down with my Dance Video! What am I suppose to do now huh?! Mr M will sure to kill me. And to add to this, Nana is sick so she can't help me at all. BLOOD SHIT, what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Run for OPEN HOUSE is tomorrow and video is nowhere to be found. Sigh. Once again, I have let down my fellow dancers. First was the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Against Time Music&lt;/span&gt; followed by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Book Launch Catastrophe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then this! What is wrong with me. Mi dispiace Ballerini. D: I am incredibly ashamed of this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;FKCU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm trying to make a simple slideshow but my new computer doesn't have this at all and so is my laptop. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;USELESS PIECES OF SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Panick panick panick. Okay, I better calm down and think of a solution before I kill myself. *taking in deep breathes!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go right now and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be hell. Pray for me okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead ny tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I made an AES DANCE ITALY DIARY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aesdancers-italia2010.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.aesdancers-italia2010.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps/ I took off my pink streaks. Incredibly sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 MORE DAYS TO ITALY BABIES ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6949323908371522830?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6949323908371522830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6949323908371522830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6949323908371522830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6949323908371522830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-this-i-am-freaking-as-we-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TO6FDoBScwI/AAAAAAAACDs/8mlN48c2L14/s72-c/italy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8230440432571020967</id><published>2010-11-24T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:47:20.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOT NEWS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just a fast post okays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what you bitches, I have my very own Italian VISA&lt;br /&gt;right here and now. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Totally overjoyed&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you GOD! And&lt;br /&gt;another thing to be happy about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAPA RAUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bought a new computer and get this,&lt;br /&gt;It IS a freaking ITOUCH Computer! =O Wohooo Babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8230440432571020967?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8230440432571020967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8230440432571020967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8230440432571020967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8230440432571020967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-fast-post-okays-guess-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4152234414004836210</id><published>2010-11-23T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:43:35.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INSOMIA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOu_gpQBIAI/AAAAAAAACDk/8F6a8zjA0ME/s1600/149542_461669164479_564544479_5487533_2106959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542734333959282690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOu_gpQBIAI/AAAAAAAACDk/8F6a8zjA0ME/s320/149542_461669164479_564544479_5487533_2106959_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15 more days to Italy babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear darlings, I have been so tired and sleepy lately.&lt;br /&gt;The question is why? I know I've been sleeping rather&lt;br /&gt;late these past few years, blame the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; late night studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;during the school days. Seriously! There goes my eyebags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have I told you that there is only 15 more days&lt;br /&gt;to Italy? Ooopsie! That's my heading right? I know, it's&lt;br /&gt;getting annoying. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mi dispiace babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just too excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's bothering me though, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will be getting my VISA (or so it seems) together&lt;br /&gt;with Mai and Kartini. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am rather nervous. I mean what if&lt;br /&gt;they don't grant me one at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That's it! I have to&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to ITALY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad sad sad sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck yeahs?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I am so sleepy now but of course, I won't be&lt;br /&gt;sleeping! I will be too busy tweeting! you better&lt;br /&gt;follow me okays! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps/ I am loving my SYF 2011 costume (See on top!)&lt;br /&gt;Muahahah. Finally, a pretty costume right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;still loving Daniel Radcliffe,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4152234414004836210?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4152234414004836210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4152234414004836210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4152234414004836210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4152234414004836210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/15-more-days-to-italy-babes-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOu_gpQBIAI/AAAAAAAACDk/8F6a8zjA0ME/s72-c/149542_461669164479_564544479_5487533_2106959_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6873945015686093803</id><published>2010-11-21T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:44:13.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AVADA KEDAVRA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOigpeXKrRI/AAAAAAAACDc/cbpowHB7iqs/s1600/dianne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541855975864708370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOigpeXKrRI/AAAAAAAACDc/cbpowHB7iqs/s320/dianne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; don't you wish you are a witch &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal , I was suppose to go to dance&lt;br /&gt;yesterday however I had a stomach ache dilemma early&lt;br /&gt;in the morning cause apparently, the Macs Frappe&lt;br /&gt;did not make my tummy happy.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up staying at home. Practically rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm or so, went out&lt;br /&gt;with my family (tummy was ok) and wells,&lt;br /&gt;I did watch &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;br /&gt;my sister since my bro watched it on Friday with&lt;br /&gt;his friend (Nana you should know who) winks!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT CAN I SAY?! THE MOVIE WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I just find that they cut so&lt;br /&gt;many scenes out and change loads of things?&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is a disadvantage in reading the book before&lt;br /&gt;watching the movie: You expect a GRAND movie that&lt;br /&gt;follows every single scene! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you feel that too, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;whatevs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove the scene when the Weasley Twins&lt;br /&gt;are there. hatehatehate the scene when Dobby died!&lt;br /&gt;I actually cried? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know? I have a twitter account now.&lt;br /&gt;do follow me (though I don't think you will):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://twitter.com/witchfreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm new at this so HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Muggles,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6873945015686093803?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6873945015686093803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6873945015686093803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6873945015686093803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6873945015686093803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-you-wish-you-are-witch-so-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOigpeXKrRI/AAAAAAAACDc/cbpowHB7iqs/s72-c/dianne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2424183505051687909</id><published>2010-11-17T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:40:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOPLzBMdJ5I/AAAAAAAACDU/wj4r3WnyMis/s1600/emma-watson-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540496043950286738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOPLzBMdJ5I/AAAAAAAACDU/wj4r3WnyMis/s320/emma-watson-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once again, Harry Potter series is the&lt;br /&gt;talk of the &lt;s&gt;town&lt;/s&gt; world cause baby, Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows Part 01 is out&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I''ve already move on with my Daniel&lt;br /&gt;crush but everytime I see him, I fall once more.&lt;br /&gt;It's like so pathetic! Gosh, I'm such a sucker&lt;br /&gt;with British Accent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't bloody wait to watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Daniel Radcliffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2424183505051687909?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2424183505051687909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2424183505051687909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2424183505051687909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2424183505051687909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-again-harry-potter-series-is-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOPLzBMdJ5I/AAAAAAAACDU/wj4r3WnyMis/s72-c/emma-watson-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5197504351087503522</id><published>2010-11-15T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:11:15.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOFNBO2ws9I/AAAAAAAACDM/EsiVvru669E/s1600/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539793700205409234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOFNBO2ws9I/AAAAAAAACDM/EsiVvru669E/s320/aaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say that I am indeed loving&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Pink&lt;/span&gt; streaks baby. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps/ I can not wait for the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(18 November 2010!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amoreamoreamore,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5197504351087503522?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5197504351087503522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5197504351087503522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5197504351087503522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5197504351087503522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-wanted-to-say-that-i-am-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TOFNBO2ws9I/AAAAAAAACDM/EsiVvru669E/s72-c/aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8172194079646426194</id><published>2010-11-09T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:25:06.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNljPzp6ugI/AAAAAAAACDE/5_6S5GH2Ab8/s1600/127395_370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537566340043946498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNljPzp6ugI/AAAAAAAACDE/5_6S5GH2Ab8/s320/127395_370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you're all that I want dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have I told you that there are only 29 more days&lt;br /&gt;till my vacantza in ITALY?! Gosh, I am extremely excited for this&lt;br /&gt;trip cause as many of you know, this is my first time going&lt;br /&gt;somewhere real far! (Noob right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know what to type here.&lt;br /&gt;I am mainly killing time and waiting for the clock to&lt;br /&gt;strike 2.30pm and I am off to ODT (dance studio.) :) So boring&lt;br /&gt;right? I knowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I bought new boots today! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8172194079646426194?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8172194079646426194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8172194079646426194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8172194079646426194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8172194079646426194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-all-that-i-want-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNljPzp6ugI/AAAAAAAACDE/5_6S5GH2Ab8/s72-c/127395_370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8927334633564670862</id><published>2010-11-05T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:48:02.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP2U6VzenI/AAAAAAAACCs/FF6jYk4gl8k/s1600/148378_1563546421362_1616409528_1310599_3919368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536039206086998642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP2U6VzenI/AAAAAAAACCs/FF6jYk4gl8k/s320/148378_1563546421362_1616409528_1310599_3919368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; a crazy night you will never forget ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BUONA SERRA AMICI. Come stai? It's been a while since I&lt;br /&gt;posted something here right? Missed me? Hope you did though cause I have loads to share with you guys! I have no idea where to begin though. The Halloween? Class Chalet? Dance Rehearsals? Italy Trip? See, I told you there's loads to tell you. Hmm, shall we start the Trick OR Treat then? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP3_qc8R4I/AAAAAAAACC0/jsNxJnnaBaM/s1600/67726_1556970056957_1616409528_1295305_3203082_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536041040067970946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP3_qc8R4I/AAAAAAAACC0/jsNxJnnaBaM/s320/67726_1556970056957_1616409528_1295305_3203082_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATURES OF THE NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Went to Atika's house to get ready for the Trick-or-Treat!&lt;br /&gt;2. Changed into our costumes and did make up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Waited for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Miss Farliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who was extremely late btw.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate our dinner (PIZZA) and scared Atika's maid. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;5. Went out and waited for a taxi (Atika paid for it!) GRATZIE.&lt;br /&gt;6. Couldn't contact amico Silas so we went without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. LOADS and LOADS of candies you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. And people actually made an effort to dress up and decorate their houses!&lt;br /&gt;9. Camwhored here and there! :)&lt;br /&gt;10. What's next?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEXT YEAR, WE HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP5ViLkOmI/AAAAAAAACC8/PrX84xYVbHw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536042515316357730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP5ViLkOmI/AAAAAAAACC8/PrX84xYVbHw/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGHT TO REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few things that I can't mention here as I have been sworn to secrecy! Those people who were with me should understand right? *winks! Anyways, just wanted to say that it was an awesome CLASS CHALET. What made it more amazing is the fact that our chalet is just few minutes away from the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAUNTED OLD CHANGI HOSPITAL&lt;/span&gt;. Like sersiously, we actually passed the building on our way to our place. Creepy much? Anyways, managed to bond with the lovely and crazy 3-1. Played TWISTER and I cant believe Helios actually beat me in this! Haha. rematch I say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, chalet was 2 Nov - 3 Nov. And as usual, some of us didn't sleep at all! HOHO! We stayed up till 5am  or 6am?! Hahaha. Totally had fun during the wee hours of 3 Nov. All in all, I rate this chalet a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stars baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I should stop here for now. Im just too tired from all the dancing that I have been doing dudes!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I MEAN BOOK LAUNCH PERFORMANCE is this Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and trust me, we need more rehearsals to give a 100% performance. Sigh. As usual, TIME is always the proble. D: Wish us luck then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUONA FORTUNA DANCERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne MAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8927334633564670862?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8927334633564670862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8927334633564670862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8927334633564670862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8927334633564670862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy-night-you-will-never-forget-buona.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TNP2U6VzenI/AAAAAAAACCs/FF6jYk4gl8k/s72-c/148378_1563546421362_1616409528_1310599_3919368_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-3503538304793840530</id><published>2010-11-01T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:59:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TM5k46sKXKI/AAAAAAAACCk/j4q9B916awA/s1600/75180_1556964136809_1616409528_1295271_3692355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534471921074855074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TM5k46sKXKI/AAAAAAAACCk/j4q9B916awA/s320/75180_1556964136809_1616409528_1295271_3692355_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-3503538304793840530?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3503538304793840530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=3503538304793840530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3503538304793840530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3503538304793840530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween-xoxo-geisha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TM5k46sKXKI/AAAAAAAACCk/j4q9B916awA/s72-c/75180_1556964136809_1616409528_1295271_3692355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4626279776070316383</id><published>2010-10-31T12:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:16:44.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMzzAqpFv_I/AAAAAAAACCc/vQdy5ScSSfQ/s1600/bottom-lashes-geisha-lips--large-msg-124858651741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534065234903678962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMzzAqpFv_I/AAAAAAAACCc/vQdy5ScSSfQ/s320/bottom-lashes-geisha-lips--large-msg-124858651741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN BOZOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wanted to say Bitches but then Sayang Atika has already used the word in the same sentence so I shouldn't use it again right? Haha. So do you guys have any plan for this creepy day? Perhaps going to a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Halloween Party&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Trick-or-Treating&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; with friends?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Movie Marathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;with Besties? Or worse case scenario, sleeping? Wells, whatever you are doing tonight just make sure you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not bring a ghost or monster home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do you know what's the saddest thing ever? ASIANS are deprived of this wonderful tradition! D: depressing, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is why, I am off to my Cara Amica's house later at 4.3opm to get ready for the Trick-or-Treating! Yes baby, Dianne Mae together with her bella friends are gonna dress up tonight! Hehe. Although, I still can't decide what to be. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GEISHA or ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to be a Fallen Angel but with un poco ora! I can't be. Non Solde and non ora! Wells, whatever. Just have to settle with what I have and make sure that my make-up is right! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So Atika, my future is in your hands.&lt;/span&gt; I know, very drama Dianne! Hehe ^^ Last year, I did dress up as a witch for the 2-1 BBQ Party and I can't possibly be a witch again right? I heard Deanne will be a devil or something! Hehe. Can't wait to see that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry my angels, I will share some photos once they are all uploaded! If not, go and check my FB then! :) You know, every time there's a theme party like wearing costumes, I always end up with this kind of photos (see the picture on top). I don't know about you but I really love this kind of costumes! But alas! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Being an Asian with not so great features, I can't seen to pull it off! &lt;/span&gt;It's down right annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, before I end up cursing. Just an update of my plans for oggi, domani and dopodomani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Trick-or-Treating with Bitches&lt;br /&gt;2. Bench Painting with Dancers&lt;br /&gt;3. Chalet with Crazies (my class!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, such a hectic schedule right? I am not complaining at all since it helps me to get out of bed! One con of having school holiday is that you feel damn lazy to get up and go out. It seems that you just want to lay down or watch movies. Who agrees with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights then, I have to get back to my book since I have to return it soon! Have you ever heard of the book:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; THE CHOICE by Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;? That's what I am reading now! :) Don't forget to read books! It helps me to be smart. Trust me! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I really love the photo on top! GAHS! I freaking badly want to pull that off.&lt;br /&gt;pps/ Oh Canada letter, where are you? Why have you not reached my mailbox yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinking blood,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4626279776070316383?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4626279776070316383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4626279776070316383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4626279776070316383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4626279776070316383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/s-o-m-e-d-y-i-w-i-l-l-p-u-l-l-t-h-i-s-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMzzAqpFv_I/AAAAAAAACCc/vQdy5ScSSfQ/s72-c/bottom-lashes-geisha-lips--large-msg-124858651741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-9081861524456575584</id><published>2010-10-29T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:52:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMra7ojk-qI/AAAAAAAACCU/wJOWNYoqlZQ/s1600/z216356666.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533475810211855010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMra7ojk-qI/AAAAAAAACCU/wJOWNYoqlZQ/s320/z216356666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dear Diary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. I was thinking to let lose of myself but then when I look back of the things that has happened this year. I changed my mind. I have to admit that I have been too complacent and became too 'lazy' with studying. I got too carried away with my 'holidays'. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing, I have come to a conclusion that I will start being a nerd but of course, I will have my 'holiday' as well. Next year will be my year when everything is right and I have a control of myself. Perfect enough? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me lay down the to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn Italian&lt;br /&gt;2. Be in-love with PHYSICS&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a 'Dianne' time&lt;br /&gt;4. Advance studying with subjects&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy ITALY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, does it sound like a good plan? I think yes!&lt;br /&gt;Let's just see if I am able to do all of these things cause it's so typical of me to plan out things and in the end, I just threw them all away. CROSS THOSE FINGERS THEN! Hold on. Have I told you that the trip has been pushed earlier? Yes amici, the trip to Italia will be this coming 8-16 December. Are you excited? I am! God, I so want to see all the picturesque places in Milan, Florence, Venice and Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Letters to Juliet, I so badly want to try out writing a letter to Juliet about my love and who knows! She might just reply to me. Hehe. Gosh, I am such a sucker when it comes to romantic movies. ^^ Oh yes, another thing. I am off to watch romantic movies this few days cause it's been a while since I DO THAT. Why don't you guys do that too? Go out and buy chips, popcorn, nachos, salad or whatsoever after that, watch a movie alone. Be a potatocouch once in a while. Let loose and wells, relax. :D Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anways, if you do have any recommendation of any sort of movies, don't hesitate to tell me yeahs? It would be great! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARREVEDERCI AMICI.&lt;br /&gt;(goodbye friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ is it weird missing being hugged by someone? cause darling, it's been a while since you did. come to think of it, when was the last time you did that? Is it even possible for you to miss me too? I doubt so. I really do still love you. You'll always be my monkey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-9081861524456575584?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/9081861524456575584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=9081861524456575584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/9081861524456575584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/9081861524456575584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-diary-ive-been-thinking-lot-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMra7ojk-qI/AAAAAAAACCU/wJOWNYoqlZQ/s72-c/z216356666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4113826627372959359</id><published>2010-10-28T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:53:13.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe she was right that I should not care about them anymore. That is their choice and I do agree: In a friendship, you do not try to work it out or be closer to them cause it comes naturally. The thing is that, I'm done with it. Gone are the days of depression and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4113826627372959359?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4113826627372959359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4113826627372959359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4113826627372959359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4113826627372959359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/maybe-she-was-right-that-i-should-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8438524516366996886</id><published>2010-10-27T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:41:31.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMhFW7DvwsI/AAAAAAAACCM/WbDujZIyWTY/s1600/69070_441491994596_719129596_5370264_105945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532748402337497794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMhFW7DvwsI/AAAAAAAACCM/WbDujZIyWTY/s320/69070_441491994596_719129596_5370264_105945_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to think Holidays is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Funny how I complain so much that there is not enough time for me to sleep due to truckloads of homework and revisions to do.  Then when there is time for me to do so, I am here either &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blogging to my heart's content&lt;/span&gt; or be in the other site chatting with people. Sigh. What to do? What to do? I want to sleep but my brain forbids me to! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;INSOMIA???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what is up with me nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I am in-love once again and this time I know that I will never get hurt. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are meant to be? &lt;/span&gt;The very first time you see each other, you have the sensational feeling? It seems that you guys are soulmates? &lt;em&gt;Wells, that is what I am feeling now.&lt;/em&gt; HAH! You are probably dying to know who right? But the question is a WHAT and not a whooo. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYES. It is not a man and hell no! It is not a woman too. My dear blog readers, Dianne Mae Cosrojas Romo is inlove with the langauge &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITALIANO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D It started out as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just want to know few words for the trip" followed by " I've got to borrow the book!" and I have this gut-feeling that this will end up in "Mama, I want to take Italian classes!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA. I'm obsess with teh langauge and I am 100% sure that all my friends and classmates find me annoying for talking to them in Italian. What other ways can I practice this language other than talking to human being right? Mi Dispiace Amici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all Italians out there (I am hoping there is one!) drop me a message!&lt;br /&gt;Let us speak ITALIANO oh yeahs? Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn, Mr Sleepiness has finally reached my brain. I am off to bed for now. Domani,  I shall post again! So hang in there ^^ Ohs! Guess what? I have 12 letters right now! HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUONA NOTTE AMORE,&lt;br /&gt;dianne mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8438524516366996886?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8438524516366996886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8438524516366996886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8438524516366996886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8438524516366996886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-think-holidays-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMhFW7DvwsI/AAAAAAAACCM/WbDujZIyWTY/s72-c/69070_441491994596_719129596_5370264_105945_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7405316944841714363</id><published>2010-10-24T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T12:11:09.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMOuZKuzyVI/AAAAAAAACCE/IFqyuaPMong/s1600/66563_1558486896107_1653321107_1369027_238021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531456514741750098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMOuZKuzyVI/AAAAAAAACCE/IFqyuaPMong/s320/66563_1558486896107_1653321107_1369027_238021_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE WE GOO AGAIN, dancedancedance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you guys this might be boring. If you look at my posts, it's mainly about &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance, Me or Dance again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously? That's my life you see. Dance is the reason why I am alive. I know it can be annoying especially with the money as well as the amount of time spent. However, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance made me stronger&lt;/span&gt;. It made me feel welcome. HAH! This sound like some Glee quotes huh? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just probably update you with SYF piece!&lt;br /&gt;To those people what SINGAPORE YOUTH FESTIVAL (SYF) means. It's basically an event which all the Singapore schools can participate.They can perform: Contemporary, Hip-Hop or Ballet piece. 6-7 Judges will then grade you with: Certificate of Participation, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Gold with Honours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were graded the highest awar: &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS&lt;/span&gt;,  teh dancers and I are hoping to get it the second time round! So we're having majormajor intensive dance trainings! :O The piece is calles 'PASSION' however, when Farliana saw it, she did say AWAKENING! Hahaha. Interesting huh?! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The piece has not 'spoken' to me yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was incredibly exhausting! We had Flag Day in the morning and headed immediately to ODT for the &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Contemporary&lt;/span&gt; class and that night, I had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ballet&lt;/span&gt; class as well! I was dying! HAHA. I guess I should like thank it when I do lose weight! :P I had to lose weight since Nana and the rest has  to carry me. So I can't make them suffer! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps/ have I told you that EAT PRAY LOVE is amazing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 letters as of now. LOVELOVELOVE SNAILMAIL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7405316944841714363?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7405316944841714363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7405316944841714363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7405316944841714363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7405316944841714363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-we-goo-again-dancedancedance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TMOuZKuzyVI/AAAAAAAACCE/IFqyuaPMong/s72-c/66563_1558486896107_1653321107_1369027_238021_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6391699307152254161</id><published>2010-10-20T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:53:59.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TL8P7W2zCqI/AAAAAAAACB8/K0jn24GKt2Y/s1600/71931_441489664596_719129596_5370171_5497173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530156379856374434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TL8P7W2zCqI/AAAAAAAACB8/K0jn24GKt2Y/s320/71931_441489664596_719129596_5370171_5497173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Buona Sera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark time is over (for now) and I am left with nothing but count the number of days to the trip to Italy. Yes baby, it is confirmed that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am truly going since I passed all of my Exams &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I did get a great Conduct! Thank Heavens for that. Can you believe it? I did pass my PHYSICS! I was uberly shocked with it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I do feel depress that my marks were not straight A's but then I didn't exactly study that hard so I have nothing else to blame but myself! BOHOOO. Wells, whatevers! The fact still remains that I passed them all. I am loving Literature by the way. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I can't believe I did actually got the highest mark. &lt;/span&gt;Thank you brain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hmm, tiring? exhausting? Not exactly! I mean we did have our first dance class after 2 months. Thank you Mr Tan for not drilling us that much. Hehehe. We just re-called back the steps! Seriously? I have nothing else to say now. Just too tired from everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post?&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6391699307152254161?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6391699307152254161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6391699307152254161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6391699307152254161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6391699307152254161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/buona-sera-dark-time-is-over-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TL8P7W2zCqI/AAAAAAAACB8/K0jn24GKt2Y/s72-c/71931_441489664596_719129596_5370171_5497173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1413920213172438016</id><published>2010-10-16T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:18:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TLldOCT-iuI/AAAAAAAACB0/SkkCbu3pCGc/s1600/P8311019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528552513294207714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TLldOCT-iuI/AAAAAAAACB0/SkkCbu3pCGc/s320/P8311019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One more paper to go&lt;/span&gt; and I will soon meet my DOOM. This year has not been my year so far. Like seriously! Its not so much of a bad luck , it's more to the 'Not my year' type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tables have been turned and my chance was done! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm no longer the top in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (kinda depressing) &amp;amp; even in dance. I know right?! What has happened to me? That I do not know. What depresses me the most is that I can no longer get A1s. I am struggling to get it. So ironic. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know that this end of year results of mine won't be great, trust me on this one. Do you want to know why? Wells, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I screwed up my Paper 02 in Emaths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I do believe that Physics will be a complete Fail cause I can never get the freaking concept. And as for Chemistry? Only miracle can help me with it. So I am just going to hope and pray for the best &amp;amp; that I am still able to go to Italy &amp;amp; able to be proud of myself with my &lt;u&gt;'unwanted'&lt;/u&gt; EOY Marks. I know, I should stop whining now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to be happy about is I guess, school will be ending soon for me. Phew! I need an escape from all this pressure. Sooner or later, I have to face that O levels (which is next year btw!) Another thing to be happy is that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I have a total of 14 snail mail friends&lt;/span&gt;. I know. You might think it is crazy and lalala. But seriously, the feeling of receiving a letter and reading about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;different cultures and life of a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the other side of the world is just WONDERFUL. So do not tell me that I am lalal. Cause I don't really give a damn anymore. :D That is right Miss! I am tired of you telling me what I should do and influencing me to do what you want. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I should stop blabbering and typing and get back to my CHEMISTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next post then my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox, Dianne Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1413920213172438016?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1413920213172438016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1413920213172438016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1413920213172438016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1413920213172438016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-paper-to-go-and-i-will-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TLldOCT-iuI/AAAAAAAACB0/SkkCbu3pCGc/s72-c/P8311019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5338602058501894480</id><published>2010-10-11T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:06:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE KILLING MYSELF REAL BADLY RIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry of myself for the Maths Paper&lt;br /&gt;today. FCUK! How could I blanked out for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13 marks MATHS GRAPH&lt;/span&gt; huh?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely failed that paper since&lt;br /&gt;the rest of questions are hard as well. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE TO ITALY I GUESS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5338602058501894480?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5338602058501894480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5338602058501894480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5338602058501894480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5338602058501894480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-killing-myself-real-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7019268144239423271</id><published>2010-10-04T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:50:29.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKnGr6aVVDI/AAAAAAAACBs/iGXsS6DykWE/s1600/62455_439313989266_777134266_4981646_7219682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524164875663004722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKnGr6aVVDI/AAAAAAAACBs/iGXsS6DykWE/s320/62455_439313989266_777134266_4981646_7219682_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HY-PO-CRITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;em&gt;a person who professes beliefs and opinions that he or she does not hold in order to conceal his or her real feelings or motives&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I should not be using the computer since it is an EXAM week but I could not control myself. I need someone to talk, and as usual you are not there. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss the old times.&lt;/span&gt; I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I could not find anyone to share my sorrows, I shall vent it all here. &lt;u&gt;If this post either hurt or or bore you in anyways, please leave right now as I do not want to entertain your comments or whatsoever.&lt;/u&gt; Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall start sharing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I feel completely depress. I know, bla bla bla, this girl is whining that she will not get high marks, &amp;amp; in the end, she gets higher than the rest. Well my friends, this is not the case this year. When I see Maryanne's essay marks, I start to wonder what happened to me? I used to get 26+ marks and now, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can barely get a mark higher than 20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! WHAT THE FCUK IS WRONG WITH ME?! My mom told me that there will always be a period when you are as down as hell, so what I am facing now is normal. And I asked her: When will this stop? You know what she did? She merely smile. What am I suppose to get from that smile? Anyooooneeeee care to tell me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have conclude that if I do get lucky, I will pass that paper.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I suck at ENGLISH! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what irks me the most? This feeling I have inside that I will do real badly in the Exam. It's a really strong feeling. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I CAN NOT AFFORD TO DO THAT , I WANT TO GO ITALY! &lt;/span&gt;Yes, BINGO! That is my problem. I think too much of the consequences and it freezes up my body! I need to calm down. Am I being a Drama Queen once again? I have decided of course that I will focus my energy in both Mathematics and Humanities! I want to ace it and at least get an A! So fingers cross for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you might want to know about the photo above.&lt;br /&gt;It was taken during our PE lesson (in the field). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were too happy I guess? JUMPSHOTS FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that annoys me is your bluntness and yes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stop denying it&lt;/span&gt;. You are a HYPOCRITE. Don't try to argue or say: Like you are not lalalala. Cause seriously? You are way Hypocrite than I. I learnt it from you actually. You always do. HAH! Damn, shut up Di. This is not worth my time. Like ohmygosh! I have better things to whine about. Okok. Shall end this post as my anger have subsided! Seeeee! I need help with my LANGUAGE! Gotta read up like what Ms Tiu has been asking the class to do since the start of the year! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps/ 82 MORE DAYS TO CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps/ I have 5 snail letters now :O&lt;br /&gt;1st Mexi (Germany) 2nd Clare (UK) 3rd Clare (UK) 4th Logan (Canada) 5th Mexi (Germany). Still waiting for the rest ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7019268144239423271?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7019268144239423271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7019268144239423271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7019268144239423271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7019268144239423271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/hy-po-crite-person-who-professes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKnGr6aVVDI/AAAAAAAACBs/iGXsS6DykWE/s72-c/62455_439313989266_777134266_4981646_7219682_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8128083342864023274</id><published>2010-10-01T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:11:54.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKXnx2wBKEI/AAAAAAAACBk/xfzkVd8jlxU/s1600/Venice_Italy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523075361736304706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKXnx2wBKEI/AAAAAAAACBk/xfzkVd8jlxU/s320/Venice_Italy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUT IT OUT LOUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thing to do would be: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;OHMYFCKINGGOSH! I AM SERIOUSLY GOING TO ITALY THIS DECEMBER WITH MY DANCE MATES! &lt;/span&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dianne Mae has finally lost it but this time, it is for a good cause. You want to know why? Well dearie, we are talking about visting the 4 exquisite places in Italy ♥ Don't you think it is worth to go insane? I do think that so HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before I can honestly celebrate, I have to make sure that my&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; EOY results are good&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my conduct is not FAIR&lt;/span&gt;. So I am crossing my fingers for that since EOY is extremely stressful. I bet you are wondering which dancers are going? Hmm. Let's just say that there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dancers (including me). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5 secondary1 dancers, 4 secondary 2 dancers, 5 secondary3 dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NATHAYNIA NG&lt;/span&gt;! :D I am kinda sad that not all dancers are going but kinda happy about the people going as they are heck loads of fun! SERIOUSLY! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maryanne Lee Feng Yi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atika French&lt;/span&gt; will be with me! Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random dream, I hope someone follows my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I was venturing my dashboard when I bumped into the Blogs of Note where people do follow the blogger's post and comment! I was like: I want that to happen too. However, I doubt that will happen since my blog is full of nonsense and mind you, the English is so not that good. So IN YOUR DREAAMS DIANNE! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go right now cause Additional Maths is calling my name and it doesn't sound happy at all! :O So here is the timeline before I can see my boyfriend: ITALY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;1. EOY exams&lt;br /&gt;2. Report Books with ending of school year&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Danny Tan's 'party' with us dancing FLY WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;4. Dance Intensive Trainings for SYF&lt;br /&gt;5. Chemistry and other subject's remedials!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO ITALIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you to go shopping though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ Nathaynia Ng, I misss you soo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8128083342864023274?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8128083342864023274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8128083342864023274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8128083342864023274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8128083342864023274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/10/shout-it-out-loud-for-thing-to-do-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKXnx2wBKEI/AAAAAAAACBk/xfzkVd8jlxU/s72-c/Venice_Italy4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7537432968539046011</id><published>2010-09-27T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:01:39.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKCYebZFUkI/AAAAAAAACAQ/tj20aBp2gwQ/s1600/colorsplashheart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521580791672689218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKCYebZFUkI/AAAAAAAACAQ/tj20aBp2gwQ/s320/colorsplashheart.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NEW HAIRTSYLE = NEW DIANNE MAE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nahs, it's not the case this time around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off this post, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just wanted to know if the people who left a tag in my tagboard are for real or is this some kind of a prank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If yes, then please spam your own self because I do not have time for nonsense. However, if you guys are real, thank you for visiting my blog. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights then! Let me share with you some few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. YES to Australia , NO to Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have decided and I have nothing to say or I can't do anything but say 'okay'. However, deep inside, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am crying and even sulking&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, I am not blaming my parents as they did nothing but provide me with all my needs. Italy is expensive but it is not impossible to get that 3500$. &lt;u&gt;If only the school and other sponsor organisations can help us.&lt;/u&gt; SIGH. Do you ever think I would get another chance of visiting Italy? BUT HEY! As Maryanne said, it does not matter where's the place, what matters is who you are with :D I am with the dancers, so wherever we go, it will be so much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;. TRUST ME! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. CUT my hair (just bangs and layered hair)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, if you are in my class 3-1, you would have seen my 'new' hairstyle although there's not much difference other than a bouncy BANGS! :P I so did not plan on cutting my hair this way, the hairstylist did it. I SWEAR! Hahaha. I was too sick of my old hair but did not have the courage to cut it drasticallu short, so ended up with a layered and thinner hair. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still going to perm it this November!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. SAKAE SUSHI BUFFET with friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those non-Singaporean readers (is there even one?) if you have no idea what Sakae sushi is, go to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/span&gt; and type &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SAKAE SUSHI SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;. ^^ So anyways, my lovely friend, KUYA KEVIN treated me to a buffet right after school together with Maryanne, Kelvin, Garrick, Joel &amp;amp; his girlfriend and Nick G with his gf too. I know.. Was shocked too! ^^ Anywhos! I ate a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;10 plates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and boy was I full to the MAX! Haha. I couldn't zip my skirt after that and laughing gives me so much pain! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally enjoyed my day today. :)&lt;br /&gt;After eating so much which costes Kevin 160$, we were off to window shop and look at Kevin splurging his money. He actually bought loads of things and mind you, they're not cheap at all? Haha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Incredibly jealous that he has a work which pays him 800$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. EXAMS is like next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my old posts just now and I realised that I have not post anything about the exams or me freaking out about it. Or me, telling you guys that I am off to the library. This made me ask myself.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AM I SLACKING? WHY THE HECK AM I NOT STUDYING HUH?!&lt;/span&gt; This honestly isn't me! :( GOSH, I gotta back up right now &amp;amp; start to study like RIGH NOW! Yes, as I have promised myself last year.. Time for the old Dianne Mae to be back and rule the EXAMS! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's settled then!&lt;br /&gt;End of my updates for now. Whoever is reading this, do do do comment or tag me please? Ohgosh, despo much? It's just that I want to know if anyone actually reads my blog? HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ps/ I know I shouldn't type this here cause it might end up into a big issue but what the heck! I'll just type it down. I MAY BE OKAY ON THE OUTSIDE , BUT I AM DYING IN THE INSIDE. AT TIMES I HATE MYSELF FOR ALLOWING THIS TO HAPPEN. GOSH, I AM SUCH A BAD FRIEND. WORST FRIEND IN HISTORY! :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7537432968539046011?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7537432968539046011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7537432968539046011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7537432968539046011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7537432968539046011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-hairtsyle-new-dianne-mae-nahs-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TKCYebZFUkI/AAAAAAAACAQ/tj20aBp2gwQ/s72-c/colorsplashheart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-318078945724964436</id><published>2010-09-23T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:25:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJtBuLEczZI/AAAAAAAAB_g/zpWwd-mHBWY/s1600/New+Image.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520078029773917586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJtBuLEczZI/AAAAAAAAB_g/zpWwd-mHBWY/s320/New+Image.BMP" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it just keeps getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I feel like I have posted this title before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you guys! I doubt anyone read this &lt;s&gt;lame of shit&lt;/s&gt; but who cares. I will just &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; that someone out there, he is reading my blog. So okays I am very very and extremely HAPPY today! Wanna know why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOE&lt;/span&gt; from Chicago (my penpal)&lt;br /&gt;has a RADIO show in his University in Chicago and he totally mentioned my name and played a song for me by a Japanese Band. Darn cool much?! He was like: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so first off would like to say hi to my friend Dianne Mae from Singapore! This song's for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Fine, maybe it's not the EXACT sentence but he did say my name! I was like nooo way! That was beyond cool. Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this guy is like the coolest guy I have ever talked so far! I meaan come on, he goes around the world (he came to Singapore on August) and he is coming back this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;25Dec - 1Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hopefully I can meet him though it will be awkward! :P &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the accent is SHIOK&lt;/span&gt; (he loves that word). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dianne has gone crazy! Well at least that made my day right? It was around in the afternoon and it was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5am&lt;/span&gt; in Chicago? So much time difference! :O Okok. I shall shut up about this. So so so so. Second reason why I am happy : I watched GLEE Season 2 Episode 01 today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS TO DEANNE GALICIAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. Migs, yours couldnt play at all :( I have to admit that Charice's acting skills ain't that bad, she does look cutee there &amp;amp; the voice is BAM! However, I still have doubts about her being in Glee. She's like a fish out of the sea. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPOILER ALERT:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why must sheee bee in the Vocal Adrenalineeee huh?! Be in New Direction pleasee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more KURT and EMMA tiimeeee please! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes update on the trip..&lt;br /&gt;Dad is totally ignoring it so I guess&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have to say goodbyee to that Italy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; huh? What can I do? BAAH! This totally sucks and ruin my holiday plans. Grrr. Cry Cry Depress Depress SULK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden realisation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Been hanging out with Nana lately! Not that I am complaining :) and oh, Im too distracted nowadays. I believe my friends or classmates totally hate me or dislikee meee! I have that feeling. Am I too concious? Shit, Im blabbering again huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos! SINGAPORE is having a Dance Festival!&lt;br /&gt;Anyonee interested to go and watch Dance shows with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, shall stop typing for now.&lt;br /&gt;Any questions, queries or comments? Do not hesistate to leave a message or comment yeah? Yes, I am still pretending that someone is actually reading this! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-318078945724964436?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/318078945724964436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=318078945724964436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/318078945724964436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/318078945724964436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-just-keeps-getting-better-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJtBuLEczZI/AAAAAAAAB_g/zpWwd-mHBWY/s72-c/New+Image.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6772546669643501998</id><published>2010-09-22T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:54:38.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJn2qUePaaI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/MEC__l25YQg/s1600/Picture353-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519714025229740450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJn2qUePaaI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/MEC__l25YQg/s320/Picture353-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You've got to be FCUKING kidding me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision is final. Wells, not exactly FINAL since the school has not decided which of the 2 countries (&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Italy or Australia&lt;/span&gt;) we are going. It depends on the number of people who can go as well as the parents' choice. The catch of course is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, it costs a lot. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Europe is like 3500$ while Australia is 2500$!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That's before the subsidy by the school. Where can I get that money huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My choice is of course &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OBVIOUS&lt;/span&gt;. Which right person would choose Australia over Italy right? I mean we are talking about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ROME, FLORENCE, VENICE MILAN&lt;/span&gt;! Sorry to all Australian lovers :) I AM DESPERATELY NEED OF MONEY. Now that the proposal is here in my hands, my father once again has his doubts if he should send me to Italy as I have to agree that it IS expensive in a majo major way! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions how to get money ASAP? Do let me know. SIGH. If Santa is real, 3500$ would be my number 1 wish! I need a shooting star right now!&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Italy Italy Italy, I hear you calling my name.&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully, the other dancers' parents do allow them to go too especially the Sec3s and 4s! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other topic, school has been pretty much boring. what's new huh? LOL. Just having a lot of mini tests as well as homeworks since &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'exams is coming and teachers are preparing us for it'&lt;/span&gt; -_-" EXACTLY, what's new?!!! Have I mentioned that we are finally moving on to a new book for Literature? Say Goodbye to THINGS FALL APART and Hello to THE CRUCIBLE. Bakground story: It's about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Salem Witchcraft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and wells, it's not much of a novel but a play! Yesyes. Kindaaa intriguing huh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Other than school and holiday trip, Life is pretty normal and kind to me. Thank you so much for that GOD! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh yes, as you can see my post layout is not my usualy layout right? HAHA! I'm kinda loving this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What do you think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty-o then!&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop this post of mine and focus on my Literature essay as well as History! BAAAAH! Too much distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for that trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6772546669643501998?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6772546669643501998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6772546669643501998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6772546669643501998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6772546669643501998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/youve-got-to-be-fcuking-kidding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJn2qUePaaI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/MEC__l25YQg/s72-c/Picture353-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1824960816206517961</id><published>2010-09-21T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:30:04.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJeK3NmFmFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/w9eaDK9opwc/s1600/cuddle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519032549512681554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJeK3NmFmFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/w9eaDK9opwc/s320/cuddle1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just wanted to share with you&lt;/span&gt; ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not perfect but we can make it worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1824960816206517961?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1824960816206517961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1824960816206517961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1824960816206517961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1824960816206517961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-wanted-to-share-with-you-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJeK3NmFmFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/w9eaDK9opwc/s72-c/cuddle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8545126542166432541</id><published>2010-09-16T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T18:08:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJHrS5eE6DI/AAAAAAAAB_I/ObnbndOVYuI/s1600/n.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517449728402712626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJHrS5eE6DI/AAAAAAAAB_I/ObnbndOVYuI/s320/n.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this vicious cycle will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I have a feeling that they&lt;br /&gt;favour him to me? Is he really that great?&lt;br /&gt;When I ask for advice , they shove me off. How am I&lt;br /&gt;suppose to learn? When I ask how I can improve&lt;br /&gt;myself, they see it as boasting or a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO DO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's been a bitch to me. So fine!&lt;br /&gt;It has been smooth sailing so far with free time&lt;br /&gt;to study and revised on my works. Physics&lt;br /&gt;is just her usual fcking bitchyness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this continues , I will see&lt;br /&gt;myself taking Combined Science next&lt;br /&gt;year. WHOPPIES ON THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all , I have so much essays&lt;br /&gt;to do. The work just never ends huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My apologies for venting my anger here. I just have&lt;br /&gt;nowhere else to go and shout to :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not you but him ,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne MAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8545126542166432541?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8545126542166432541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8545126542166432541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8545126542166432541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8545126542166432541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-vicious-cycle-will-never-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TJHrS5eE6DI/AAAAAAAAB_I/ObnbndOVYuI/s72-c/n.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-763055195575381090</id><published>2010-09-13T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:01:31.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TI4R48HwOII/AAAAAAAAB_A/64YFGCOYg30/s1600/Photo0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516366263484430466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TI4R48HwOII/AAAAAAAAB_A/64YFGCOYg30/s320/Photo0363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Day 01 didn't turn out so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FCUK THIS MANZX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to stay up and revise my&lt;br /&gt;Amaths and what did I do? slept all the way to 7pm!&lt;br /&gt;liikeeee whaaaat theeee heeeelll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw this sleepyness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first day of school wasn't&lt;br /&gt;that bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going up on a building&lt;br /&gt;and suicide or something. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-763055195575381090?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/763055195575381090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=763055195575381090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/763055195575381090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/763055195575381090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-01-didnt-turn-out-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TI4R48HwOII/AAAAAAAAB_A/64YFGCOYg30/s72-c/Photo0363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7852815053101650577</id><published>2010-09-12T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:31:29.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIzGvJ68VbI/AAAAAAAAB-4/uEZVlx_7vP4/s1600/Photo0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516002157041309106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIzGvJ68VbI/AAAAAAAAB-4/uEZVlx_7vP4/s320/Photo0372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (from Mexi to Dianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;goodbye to computer , hello to studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today is Sunday which means that&lt;br /&gt;September Holidays is completely over and I have&lt;br /&gt;to face the disappointed and angry looks&lt;br /&gt;of my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, homework is undone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping for the best and&lt;br /&gt;hopefully survive the first day of Term 4. Have&lt;br /&gt;I told you that it's 3 more weeks before&lt;br /&gt;End of Years?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreaaading it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I need strawberry smoothie and brownie to calm me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(buy foor mee please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells , I shall be off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ do you think he realises that I like him? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off , Dianne MAE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7852815053101650577?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7852815053101650577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7852815053101650577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7852815053101650577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7852815053101650577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-mexi-to-dianne-goodbye-to-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIzGvJ68VbI/AAAAAAAAB-4/uEZVlx_7vP4/s72-c/Photo0372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-3085701827017169052</id><published>2010-09-10T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:24:41.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a freaking Friday now &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;homework is still undone. yes, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;Im DEAD with a capital D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness on that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ps/ HAPI HARI RAYA to all muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, it is correct right?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-3085701827017169052?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3085701827017169052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=3085701827017169052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3085701827017169052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3085701827017169052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-freaking-friday-now-homework-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6703699053792082380</id><published>2010-09-09T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:52:56.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIfNMButrZI/AAAAAAAAB-w/0mlFo6_J17c/s1600/Photo0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514601875244952978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIfNMButrZI/AAAAAAAAB-w/0mlFo6_J17c/s320/Photo0368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3days of nonstop dancing is OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ended the nonstop dance&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal for now. AND you know&lt;br /&gt;what? I am inlove with the dance&lt;br /&gt;piece so much. I just really hope&lt;br /&gt;that our school will once again&lt;br /&gt;clinche the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN DO THIS DANCERS! I know we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part of my life right now is that&lt;br /&gt;there are so much homework especially&lt;br /&gt;the English! Like seriously manzx! And&lt;br /&gt;there's that Lit Essay as well. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, have I mentioned that&lt;br /&gt;I finallu received&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Clare&lt;/span&gt; (UK) and&lt;br /&gt;dear &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mexi &lt;/span&gt;(Germany) letters? Was so happy&lt;br /&gt;when I saw their letters in my mailbox!&lt;br /&gt;I was like YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahhahahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So now, I am to write back to them.&lt;br /&gt;and I still have other letters to write&lt;br /&gt;and send too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now , I shall sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just swish &amp;amp; flick,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6703699053792082380?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6703699053792082380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6703699053792082380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6703699053792082380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6703699053792082380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally-ended-nonstop-dance-rehearsal.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIfNMButrZI/AAAAAAAAB-w/0mlFo6_J17c/s72-c/Photo0368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5213277618233248319</id><published>2010-09-06T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:17:46.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIT2PKf1IDI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/SNS9OMMAXmY/s1600/58356_154003914626788_100000515410868_425922_3651790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513802584184660018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIT2PKf1IDI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/SNS9OMMAXmY/s320/58356_154003914626788_100000515410868_425922_3651790_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; time to start this study partying baybeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of the September Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;and what did I do? Let's see.. Just&lt;br /&gt;did one English Compre and went&lt;br /&gt;for the dance practise! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the dance just keeps getting better babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love the part when everyone has to go up and&lt;br /&gt;some stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahah. Too hard to describe it! But the&lt;br /&gt;opening part is extremely a WOW factor tooo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to send my&lt;br /&gt;letter to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mexi&lt;/span&gt; today but I was already&lt;br /&gt;running late for dance class so decided to just mail&lt;br /&gt;it tomorrow! Sorry Mexi for making&lt;br /&gt;you wait yeah. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next 3days, I will have&lt;br /&gt;dance classes so wont be really posting.&lt;br /&gt;bear with meeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I have nothing else to type here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps/ Really really sorry Nicole! My mom totally threw it&lt;br /&gt;just like that. I feel guilty lah. If you want I can totally&lt;br /&gt;pay back. Just name it XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memememe, Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5213277618233248319?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5213277618233248319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5213277618233248319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5213277618233248319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5213277618233248319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-to-start-this-study-partying.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TIT2PKf1IDI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/SNS9OMMAXmY/s72-c/58356_154003914626788_100000515410868_425922_3651790_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4886180568671744742</id><published>2010-09-05T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:51:43.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let's get this party started (or not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the start of&lt;br /&gt;the one week September Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be happy about it cause of the super&lt;br /&gt;loads of homework given to us and of couse,&lt;br /&gt;to add to this, exams are just around&lt;br /&gt;the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It starts on 4 OCTOBER 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, where's the fun in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was sick for the past few days&lt;br /&gt;and I hate that. Sneeze. Cough then take tissue&lt;br /&gt;and blow out all the freaking Phelgm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEWWWW MUCH HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, I am off to dance tomorrow~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ps/ I HAVE RECEIVED MY FIRST LETTER FROM&lt;br /&gt;MY PEN PAL FROM GERMANY! OH THE JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4886180568671744742?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4886180568671744742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4886180568671744742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4886180568671744742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4886180568671744742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-get-this-party-started-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7830739653791584028</id><published>2010-09-03T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:35:27.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a runny nose that turned into a flu.&lt;br /&gt;or am I just lovesick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you that I&lt;br /&gt;hate Physics soo much?!&lt;br /&gt;I wont be surprise if I&lt;br /&gt;get a F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATEEEEE YOUUUUU SOOOO MUH&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS!&lt;/span&gt; Stop being a bitch to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7830739653791584028?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7830739653791584028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7830739653791584028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7830739653791584028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7830739653791584028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/09/runny-nose-that-turned-into-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8955011449904442424</id><published>2010-08-31T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:16:54.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THyrPcFrw6I/AAAAAAAAB-I/wa5QoZVpmN0/s1600/45729_1479755047860_1653321107_1196615_5637991_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511468325721064354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THyrPcFrw6I/AAAAAAAAB-I/wa5QoZVpmN0/s320/45729_1479755047860_1653321107_1196615_5637991_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, never ever give a&lt;br /&gt;presentation during a concert&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone will BOO at  u.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, what were they&lt;br /&gt;thinking huh? Paiseh like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maryanne &amp;amp; Rachael rocked the stage&lt;br /&gt;but Mr Michael was the creme la creme&lt;br /&gt;of the whole show! Can't believe he actually&lt;br /&gt;sang! Dang. Such a cool teacher ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs, updates about my snail mailing,&lt;br /&gt;just mailed my very first letter in the&lt;br /&gt;Post Office &amp;amp; I payed 1.80$. Sadly I never&lt;br /&gt;get the chance to take a picture of the&lt;br /&gt;envelope with the stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Time yeahs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ps/ I really do like him a lot but I can't have him.&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad sad sad sad. In my dreams then ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8955011449904442424?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8955011449904442424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8955011449904442424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8955011449904442424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8955011449904442424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-teachers-day-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THyrPcFrw6I/AAAAAAAAB-I/wa5QoZVpmN0/s72-c/45729_1479755047860_1653321107_1196615_5637991_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-102377241042243849</id><published>2010-08-30T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:32:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THqJcF8V9nI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XiaSsIvyz0o/s1600/20090615015559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510868209765840498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THqJcF8V9nI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XiaSsIvyz0o/s320/20090615015559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; anyone up for a swim or be my email pal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today or should I just say Sunday&lt;br /&gt;since its like &lt;strong&gt;12.25am&lt;/strong&gt; right now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an extremely boring day&lt;br /&gt;with nothing better to do but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;stay at home&lt;br /&gt;finish all the homeworks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that they&lt;br /&gt;gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, weekends is like 2 days only&lt;br /&gt;and you expect us to finish all of em within 2&lt;br /&gt;days. We have a life damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day is coming soon but&lt;br /&gt;alas, I aint dancing this time around.&lt;br /&gt;I miss performing (sort of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes , anyone wants to be my&lt;br /&gt;email pal? do give me a message&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight vampires, Dianne MAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-102377241042243849?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/102377241042243849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=102377241042243849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/102377241042243849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/102377241042243849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/anyone-up-for-swim-or-be-my-email-pal.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THqJcF8V9nI/AAAAAAAAB-A/XiaSsIvyz0o/s72-c/20090615015559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2695607867980463724</id><published>2010-08-28T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:43:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THjmqoKA2sI/AAAAAAAAB94/PGAhSI2dpfs/s1600/holga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510407764096113346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THjmqoKA2sI/AAAAAAAAB94/PGAhSI2dpfs/s320/holga2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You raise me up , to more than I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things to be happy about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The Amaths remedial&lt;br /&gt;this morning was greatly helpful&lt;br /&gt;cause I finally understand how to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sketch the sine, cosine &amp;amp; tangent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graphs! Yayness on that aye?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Reason 02:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I finally had the chance to&lt;br /&gt;eat Subway today. Went with Shanna&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Felisia to have a quick bite before going&lt;br /&gt;for the Physics remedial. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yumyumyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason 03:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (This is sooo OMGEEEE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I finally found a snail mail buddy!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Extremely excited about it. And she&lt;br /&gt;asked me first. Thank you GOD for&lt;br /&gt;answering my lil prayer. She's from&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY btw. Can't wait to receive&lt;br /&gt;her letter. Cross those fingers of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes , study eat write.&lt;br /&gt;that's going to be my life&lt;br /&gt;for now. but of course dance&lt;br /&gt;is still there to be loved :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of being negative with you, Dianne MAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2695607867980463724?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2695607867980463724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2695607867980463724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2695607867980463724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2695607867980463724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-raise-me-up-to-more-than-i-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THjmqoKA2sI/AAAAAAAAB94/PGAhSI2dpfs/s72-c/holga2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2116262337623945284</id><published>2010-08-27T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:42:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this crazy life of mine , where do you&lt;br /&gt;fit in? but the important question would be&lt;br /&gt;where do&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I fit in in this life of mine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen so fast that&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know what to do. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I scared of&lt;br /&gt;success or am I scared of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times like this , I wish you are with me&lt;br /&gt;right now. pacifying my fears. hearing &lt;u&gt;your soothing&lt;br /&gt;voice&lt;/u&gt; , breathing in your cologne and feeling&lt;br /&gt;your warmth give me soo much&lt;br /&gt;joy. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you calm me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all know you will not&lt;br /&gt;be able to comfort me anymore. The boat&lt;br /&gt;has sailed and I am left here with&lt;br /&gt;sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself where do I go from&lt;br /&gt;here? What to do next? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have I really lost my&lt;br /&gt;touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Have I truly give up. Is there&lt;br /&gt;any hope for redemption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that , I cant even answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic as I may sound right&lt;br /&gt;now but its the truth. The thing&lt;br /&gt;is I have missed you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You were the only one who truly understands me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person who was&lt;br /&gt;patient enough to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts that you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yes , maybe , no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling nostalgic. nauseated. depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I need air. I need sleep. I need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears are here to stay , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps/ things I have posted here is not for all&lt;br /&gt;you guys to condemn or comment. Things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I write in my blog can be random at times&lt;br /&gt;that makes you ask yourself if I am talking&lt;br /&gt;about you. The thing is, I dont know at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What emotions come to my mind , I type it out.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I have hurt you Nicole but seriously, it is not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I read your blog just now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think it was meeee. kay, nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2116262337623945284?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2116262337623945284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2116262337623945284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2116262337623945284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2116262337623945284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-this-crazy-life-of-mine-where-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6691841516495110936</id><published>2010-08-27T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:41:03.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THfNLJVj0cI/AAAAAAAAB9w/jG8-qIlJgGg/s1600/45174_109421735781394_100001407047220_79349_8141026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510098260479693250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THfNLJVj0cI/AAAAAAAAB9w/jG8-qIlJgGg/s320/45174_109421735781394_100001407047220_79349_8141026_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; I am slowly crumbling down into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been emo recently.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps emo is not the word. It&lt;br /&gt;should be 'lonely'. I just feel that&lt;br /&gt;I am used to the extent that I have&lt;br /&gt;nothing left but an empty soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CAN'T TAKE ALL YOUR BAKSTABBING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your pretence that you are okay with me, your&lt;br /&gt;pretence that we are friends, your pretence that&lt;br /&gt;you like me and you fucking pretence that you respect&lt;br /&gt;me as a person. I am just soo full of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still ask myself how we all ended&lt;br /&gt;up this way. What made us like this? Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that bossy bitch? a control freak?&lt;br /&gt;GOD DAMMIT , just say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left to say , emotions going wild&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I am tire , very tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6691841516495110936?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6691841516495110936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6691841516495110936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6691841516495110936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6691841516495110936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-slowly-crumbling-down-into-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THfNLJVj0cI/AAAAAAAAB9w/jG8-qIlJgGg/s72-c/45174_109421735781394_100001407047220_79349_8141026_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5949027766227531929</id><published>2010-08-26T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:37:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHAMELESS GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when will you ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;this will be your downfall if you don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;URGH. Shut up , SIGHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5949027766227531929?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5949027766227531929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5949027766227531929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5949027766227531929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5949027766227531929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/shameless-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6920458588319218026</id><published>2010-08-25T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:38:41.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THTwDqagyrI/AAAAAAAAB9o/BGKKqkoWIKM/s1600/36891_458177674147_616604147_6070876_692223_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509292189896723122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THTwDqagyrI/AAAAAAAAB9o/BGKKqkoWIKM/s320/36891_458177674147_616604147_6070876_692223_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; let go of everything and JUMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like riding a roller coaster right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shouting real loud and just LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like packing my bag and travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;yes , i think i have gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;too stress over school? you bett.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont give a damn anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends, great dancemates &amp;amp; family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah , Dianne MAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6920458588319218026?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6920458588319218026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6920458588319218026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6920458588319218026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6920458588319218026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-go-of-everything-and-jump-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THTwDqagyrI/AAAAAAAAB9o/BGKKqkoWIKM/s72-c/36891_458177674147_616604147_6070876_692223_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7281477719115398191</id><published>2010-08-22T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:50:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THC1FlH7xRI/AAAAAAAAB9g/CsWaxZwfIrA/s1600/TERI+GEORGIEV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508101451743479058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THC1FlH7xRI/AAAAAAAAB9g/CsWaxZwfIrA/s320/TERI+GEORGIEV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause I know we will never meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;among hundreds of athletes that&lt;br /&gt;I met and interacted, only one guy&lt;br /&gt;caught my attention and heart &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;my friends is the guy above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the one with the blue-green shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Name: Teri Georgiev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sport: Rowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOC: Bulgaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is like 18 years old this year&lt;br /&gt;but way taller than me (like duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how we met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I as attending our Cape Verde&lt;br /&gt;booth cause the rest went out&lt;br /&gt;somewhere. Then he passed by&lt;br /&gt;and I asked him if he wants to&lt;br /&gt;play &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Congkak&lt;/span&gt; with me &amp;amp; he was&lt;br /&gt;like OKAY (excited much?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learnt the game so was kinda&lt;br /&gt;not sure. So after few minutes of playing and&lt;br /&gt;I was winning, he suddenly say that&lt;br /&gt;I was cheating and I was like&lt;br /&gt;ohcrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seriously, I didnt know I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he was like so cute when explaining&lt;br /&gt;to me how I cheat and that this is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. The accent was there! Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;His friend was just laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Teri: I will come back tmr and we shall play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Uhmm, haha. Yeah sure I will be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Teri: OKOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me: Wait, before you go you have to dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(so he did dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that day I just couldnt&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking about the incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I was so sure that he wouldnt come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then:&lt;br /&gt;it was my last day at YOV so was&lt;br /&gt;totally depressed! sigh. then I was sitting&lt;br /&gt;down cause was tired from dancing&lt;br /&gt;then I turned to my left&lt;br /&gt;and there he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I WAS LIKE NOOOOO WAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I turned to his direction he&lt;br /&gt;was like YOUU! With his expression so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nakakakilig&lt;/span&gt;! haha. I just never thought&lt;br /&gt;we will meet again. He was with another&lt;br /&gt;friend this time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played once more.&lt;br /&gt;He was like really into winning&lt;br /&gt;and he keep giving that face lor. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;He would &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sometimes talk in Bulgarian&lt;/span&gt; with his friend&lt;br /&gt;or laugh to himself or just sing cause he is&lt;br /&gt;winning! Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end , he did win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;he asked me to do a forfeit&lt;br /&gt;which was to dance in front&lt;br /&gt;of him. I was like WTH?!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. But I have no choice,&lt;br /&gt;he already on the song and&lt;br /&gt;sat facing me. and oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;the dancers were like getting&lt;br /&gt;their cameras ready to video&lt;br /&gt;me, thanks you guys! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes , I danced in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;and that was the last time I was with him.&lt;br /&gt;We took picture and it was GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh , I really want to meet him again&lt;br /&gt;but of course I can't cause that's so impossible that&lt;br /&gt;he will remember or want to meet me right?&lt;br /&gt;I mean he doesnt even know my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's goodbye &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TERI GEORGIEV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! I AM SO PATHETIC AYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with loads of love , Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7281477719115398191?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7281477719115398191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7281477719115398191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7281477719115398191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7281477719115398191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-i-know-we-will-never-meet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THC1FlH7xRI/AAAAAAAAB9g/CsWaxZwfIrA/s72-c/TERI+GEORGIEV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-681006206525851372</id><published>2010-08-22T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:17:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508091262418160834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCr0e7eDMI/AAAAAAAAB84/FOO727MVi_8/s320/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; a fairytale has got to end somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day - saddest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the last day for us&lt;br /&gt;and it is just depressing. The good&lt;br /&gt;thing about that day was that the&lt;br /&gt;other sec3 dancers were with us&lt;br /&gt;and we can stay later than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there were not as many&lt;br /&gt;athletes as the 2nd day, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there were more&lt;br /&gt;athletes who danced and videod us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Atika, Nicole, Filzah, Maryanne, Rachael, Val, Darius,&lt;br /&gt;NickTay, Desean, Rina, Mariah, Felisia, Averyl were there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of them went about and&lt;br /&gt;take pictures so I was alone in&lt;br /&gt;the booth with Ms Yew but I&lt;br /&gt;aint complaining thouh cause&lt;br /&gt;I have the athletes all by myself&lt;br /&gt;playing congkak! Nyehehehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that the guy who played with&lt;br /&gt;me to come again but like that's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;right. So I gave up to that dream&lt;br /&gt;and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally depress okays.&lt;br /&gt;but after a while I didnt think&lt;br /&gt;of him anymore cause my feet&lt;br /&gt;were aching like hell okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dancers danced and danced and danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backstage story 01:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the President of NOC Cape Verde&lt;br /&gt;came and he gave me a cape verde&lt;br /&gt;pouch while the teachers received&lt;br /&gt;a jersey! That was sooo cool lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we danced with him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;backstage story 02:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atika with the rest of the dancers&lt;br /&gt;fell inlove with this guy named SAEED&lt;br /&gt;from OMAN and these 2 Tunisian guys.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the TUNISIA was cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;backstage story 03:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everynight, the village has live&lt;br /&gt;performances as well as outdoor clubbing so&lt;br /&gt;of course the dancers have to go and join in to right?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Yes baby, we danced with the&lt;br /&gt;athletes and that was OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;backstage story 04: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were this Great Britain&lt;br /&gt;news caster and he asked us to dance our&lt;br /&gt;dance with athletes so I asked our friend&lt;br /&gt;from GREAT Britain (Judokas)&lt;br /&gt;to danced with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, which means Britons can see us&lt;br /&gt;in their NEWS!?!!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backstage story 05:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMGEEEEE, he came back for me!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. I know wassurprised too.&lt;br /&gt;totally random when we met again and he was like:&lt;br /&gt;YOUUU! okay, will elaborate on that&lt;br /&gt;on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's what happened for our last day&lt;br /&gt;at Youth Olympic Village. Very very very&lt;br /&gt;depressing okay. I really want to stay back&lt;br /&gt;there and meet HIM everyday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it goodbye heaven , hello hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ps/ he is BULGARIAN btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCtmoe3dGI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/TYXAVPlEXV0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508093223487632482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCtmoe3dGI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/TYXAVPlEXV0/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCsae1QwWI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ptQo11gsG2U/s1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508091915227152738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCsae1QwWI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/ptQo11gsG2U/s320/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCsHQxosaI/AAAAAAAAB9I/14JJAccuHuc/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508091585036333474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCsHQxosaI/AAAAAAAAB9I/14JJAccuHuc/s320/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-681006206525851372?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/681006206525851372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=681006206525851372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/681006206525851372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/681006206525851372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/fairytale-has-got-to-end-somehow-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCr0e7eDMI/AAAAAAAAB84/FOO727MVi_8/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5767807596225537561</id><published>2010-08-22T11:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:42:09.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THChrTTI07I/AAAAAAAAB8I/ET_g5sn4_tI/s1600/45216_1479695286366_1653321107_1196313_6722753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508080109561107378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THChrTTI07I/AAAAAAAAB8I/ET_g5sn4_tI/s320/45216_1479695286366_1653321107_1196313_6722753_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; my first day as a HOST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first day, on Wednesday from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7.30am to 8.30pm&lt;/span&gt; I started my shift as&lt;br /&gt;a host. I was the one talking to the athletes&lt;br /&gt;telling them more about the game, dance&lt;br /&gt;and etc. It wassss sooooo COOL lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Rina the whole time and keep going&lt;br /&gt;everywhere to ask for pictures and wells, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;athletes were seriously friendly&lt;/em&gt; and said SURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach and I were the only dancers&lt;br /&gt;there. Rach was the incharge of the&lt;br /&gt;CONGKAK so I was alone teaching the&lt;br /&gt;steps to the athletes. Kinda nerve-wrecking&lt;br /&gt;but totally fun at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;THERE THIS ONE GUY WHO TAUGHT ME&lt;br /&gt;MACARENA AND I WAS LAUGHING ALL THE WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a host, I had free food.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, the food was okay I mean&lt;br /&gt;not complaining since I'm just a&lt;br /&gt;workforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch break (2hours)&lt;br /&gt;Rina and I visited the other&lt;br /&gt;booths and just basically took&lt;br /&gt;loads of pitures! haha. total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;twohundredpictures! (200)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FRANCE, SOUTH AFRICA, LATVIA, THAILAND, SINGAPORE,&lt;br /&gt;USA, CANADA AUSTRALIA, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BULGARIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, MOROCCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously a lot!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were instances that the&lt;br /&gt;athletes didnt wanna take pictures&lt;br /&gt;but hey! not complaining. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, I realised that athletes esp&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; westerners love to play games&lt;/span&gt; that is like&lt;br /&gt;mind games! they love congkak so much lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling is so GREAT when&lt;br /&gt;you played with them cause of the&lt;br /&gt;concentrated faces they have. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backstage story 01:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning while Rina &amp;amp; I were&lt;br /&gt;asking for autographs, I saw this ohso&lt;br /&gt;cute guy from COLOMBIA and he is&lt;br /&gt;a GYMNAST! alleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but poor thing, he broke his arm :(&lt;br /&gt;(but still cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took picture with him, and he omgee&lt;br /&gt;put his arms around my waist. (we were&lt;br /&gt;sitting down when we took pic) I was&lt;br /&gt;blushing all the way lor. His coach was&lt;br /&gt;smiling at me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backstage story 02:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime I take pictures with them&lt;br /&gt;esp the guys, they will always say:&lt;br /&gt;OHH THE CUTE ONE! which means&lt;br /&gt;you're so short! Hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backstage story 03:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the Cape Verde athletes&lt;br /&gt;as well as the NOC. The NOC was&lt;br /&gt;totally friendly and talkative! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl athlete was soooo pretty you know.&lt;br /&gt;and lurve the hair much. OH! there wasthis&lt;br /&gt;guy athlete who dance the caper verde dance&lt;br /&gt;with Rachael and it was oh so hot! CUTECUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;backstage story 04:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm saving the BEST for last.&lt;br /&gt;well, it was around 6pm when HE came to&lt;br /&gt;our booth and I asked him if he wanna play congkak with&lt;br /&gt;me. And he was like: BRING IT ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were playing for a couple of minutes&lt;br /&gt;when I realised we were going the wrong&lt;br /&gt;way! and he accused me of cheating, and I&lt;br /&gt;was like nooo I wasnt. HAHAHA. he was&lt;br /&gt;so cute when he said that (jokingly of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he was like: you cheated! I am coming&lt;br /&gt;back tmr and we shall play again and beat you.&lt;br /&gt;omgee, I was like melting inside you know! So I&lt;br /&gt;said that's a deal. then afterwhich I asked him to&lt;br /&gt;dance with me and he did! Urgh, cute much?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i didnt took picture with him&lt;br /&gt;on the first day we met. Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OKAYS, that's the end of the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;and I was inlove with the guy who&lt;br /&gt;played congkak with MEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCj8hY8HFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/xc7Kxf5f2U0/s1600/46249_1479665045610_1653321107_1196247_5071236_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508082604424567890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCj8hY8HFI/AAAAAAAAB8w/xc7Kxf5f2U0/s320/46249_1479665045610_1653321107_1196247_5071236_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCji4-kM4I/AAAAAAAAB8o/CDXud1AeSXc/s1600/44523_1479694806354_1653321107_1196311_6105848_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508082164079801218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCji4-kM4I/AAAAAAAAB8o/CDXud1AeSXc/s320/44523_1479694806354_1653321107_1196311_6105848_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCjSSawcII/AAAAAAAAB8g/q4bx5_no6GU/s1600/41100_1477615474372_1653321107_1190970_5727157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508081878851154050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCjSSawcII/AAAAAAAAB8g/q4bx5_no6GU/s320/41100_1477615474372_1653321107_1190970_5727157_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCi15RF_2I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/vvRBW9au-xA/s1600/40688_1477686556149_1653321107_1191224_7867003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508081391063400290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCi15RF_2I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/vvRBW9au-xA/s320/40688_1477686556149_1653321107_1191224_7867003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCia68JRDI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Dp9Q8VMx5cI/s1600/40441_1477785198615_1653321107_1191522_7271557_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508080927655937074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCia68JRDI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/Dp9Q8VMx5cI/s320/40441_1477785198615_1653321107_1191522_7271557_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5767807596225537561?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5767807596225537561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5767807596225537561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5767807596225537561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5767807596225537561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-day-as-host-after-first-day-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THChrTTI07I/AAAAAAAAB8I/ET_g5sn4_tI/s72-c/45216_1479695286366_1653321107_1196313_6722753_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6497867312117532449</id><published>2010-08-22T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:55:06.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCaYrbOlAI/AAAAAAAAB7w/FjjUiqpWLqc/s1600/45489_1476490686253_1653321107_1187973_8354739_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508072093038580738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCaYrbOlAI/AAAAAAAAB7w/FjjUiqpWLqc/s320/45489_1476490686253_1653321107_1187973_8354739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3 DANCERS came to teach the athletes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our shift started on Tuesday ( 3.30pm - 8pm)&lt;br /&gt;basically we just have to attract as many athletes&lt;br /&gt;as possible to go to our booth. They to complete&lt;br /&gt;certain tasks such as playing &lt;strong&gt;CONGKAK&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;learn our dance steps. They will then get a green&lt;br /&gt;sticker. So that's how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was with Maryanne, Rachael, Desean, Darius, Ms Ivy &amp;amp; Ms Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt thought that we would be&lt;br /&gt;up close with the athletes! Like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. So when we reached NIE, we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'ooh-ing and ahh-ing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; cause wherever you look, you&lt;br /&gt;see athletes from different countries and they&lt;br /&gt;were SIZZLING like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first few minutes, we were&lt;br /&gt;shy to approach them but then&lt;br /&gt;our true colours came out and&lt;br /&gt;we asked them to dance with&lt;br /&gt;us! oh sooo fun baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reaction on their faces were priceless&lt;br /&gt;when we show them the steps:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; step step shake shake&lt;br /&gt;step step roll rool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They had to move their&lt;br /&gt;hips and butts! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about the first day&lt;br /&gt;is that since the dancers ain't hosts,&lt;br /&gt;we dont have the free food and such.&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go home early too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was sooooo awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I was inlove with the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Took pictures with BRASIL, SPAIN, BOLOVIA&lt;br /&gt;annddd many moooore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even outside NTU (the MacDonald's area)&lt;br /&gt;there were loads of athletes having their&lt;br /&gt;dinner. and that's where we asked the&lt;br /&gt;BRASIL people for picture. They were&lt;br /&gt;quueing for food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ivy was sooo hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. we were oogling at the guys&lt;br /&gt;like nobody's business and she joined in too!&lt;br /&gt;and keep saying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Russia is there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what happened for the 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;backstage story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was this guy named ARTHUR (look at&lt;br /&gt;the picture below. The guy with the yellow shirt with&lt;br /&gt;a soccer ballbeside Maryanne) who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;captured Maryanne's&lt;br /&gt;attention &lt;/span&gt;and she couldnt stop thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then when the BRASIL guys went out&lt;br /&gt;from Mcs, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;she claimed that one of them look&lt;br /&gt;back at our direction and waved at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but&lt;br /&gt;there was no eye witness cause everybody&lt;br /&gt;was busy eating dinner! Heheheheheheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE COULDNT STOP TALKING ABOUT THEM!&lt;br /&gt;(though I don't blame her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCZ9Y2eH8I/AAAAAAAAB7o/Ccj9W4wrnk4/s1600/44805_1476494646352_1653321107_1188012_6838107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508071624196104130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCZ9Y2eH8I/AAAAAAAAB7o/Ccj9W4wrnk4/s320/44805_1476494646352_1653321107_1188012_6838107_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCavVj1z5I/AAAAAAAAB74/BEADhX7MWig/s1600/44762_1476491126264_1653321107_1187975_2852208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508072482306117522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCavVj1z5I/AAAAAAAAB74/BEADhX7MWig/s320/44762_1476491126264_1653321107_1187975_2852208_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCbGaAWMRI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YDCDpcTX3pM/s1600/44452_1476497286418_1653321107_1188026_2743271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508072878636413202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCbGaAWMRI/AAAAAAAAB8A/YDCDpcTX3pM/s320/44452_1476497286418_1653321107_1188026_2743271_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6497867312117532449?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6497867312117532449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6497867312117532449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6497867312117532449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6497867312117532449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-dancers-came-to-teach-athletes-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCaYrbOlAI/AAAAAAAAB7w/FjjUiqpWLqc/s72-c/45489_1476490686253_1653321107_1187973_8354739_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-884430495541504626</id><published>2010-08-22T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:30:09.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCYTBC3I4I/AAAAAAAAB7g/1HI5V7CAhDk/s1600/40189_1477655915383_1653321107_1191083_3551183_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508069796739490690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCYTBC3I4I/AAAAAAAAB7g/1HI5V7CAhDk/s320/40189_1477655915383_1653321107_1191083_3551183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the best 3 days of life so far!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have my facebook or you are my&lt;br /&gt;friend, you probably heard that I spent my 3days&lt;br /&gt;hosting the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cape Verde Booth&lt;/span&gt; at Youth Olympic&lt;br /&gt;Village where the YOG Athletes are&lt;br /&gt;currently staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which means to stay , I had the chance to interact with them!&lt;br /&gt;(and that my friend is heaven.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I shall write it all down.&lt;br /&gt;from my first day to the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause here we gooooooo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-884430495541504626?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/884430495541504626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=884430495541504626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/884430495541504626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/884430495541504626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-3-days-of-life-so-far-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/THCYTBC3I4I/AAAAAAAAB7g/1HI5V7CAhDk/s72-c/40189_1477655915383_1653321107_1191083_3551183_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6131414998007376471</id><published>2010-08-13T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:47:26.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGVKwFAbu9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/sAI7q7Mbtnw/s1600/Picture032-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504888309368470482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGVKwFAbu9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/sAI7q7Mbtnw/s320/Picture032-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; My leg hurts so much that&lt;br /&gt;it seems that I ran 100km&lt;br /&gt;instead of a 2.4kmperday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still amaze with myself for&lt;br /&gt;sticking my guts into running everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Yayness on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I&lt;br /&gt; feel like giving up and&lt;br /&gt;just heck with it but&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just push myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to continue running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I am that motivated to lose weight huh?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. Obsess. Dreamer. you name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down part about this is&lt;br /&gt;just that I feel so tired every night.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I should go now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Iloveyoutoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6131414998007376471?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6131414998007376471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6131414998007376471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6131414998007376471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6131414998007376471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-leg-hurts-so-much-that-it-seems-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGVKwFAbu9I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/sAI7q7Mbtnw/s72-c/Picture032-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7347295062443821717</id><published>2010-08-12T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:55:50.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGPuLliqkxI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3M-zmx-YmGE/s1600/26968_396833363112_647043112_3991769_3006156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504505052400358162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGPuLliqkxI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3M-zmx-YmGE/s320/26968_396833363112_647043112_3991769_3006156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IT'S TOO LATE TO SAY THIS&lt;br /&gt;BUT ILOVEYOUGUYS.&lt;/span&gt; Not just the dancers&lt;br /&gt;but all those people who made an impact&lt;br /&gt;in my life. Those people who made&lt;br /&gt;my life here amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I have said, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILOVEYOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7347295062443821717?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7347295062443821717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7347295062443821717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7347295062443821717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7347295062443821717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-know-its-too-late-to-say-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGPuLliqkxI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3M-zmx-YmGE/s72-c/26968_396833363112_647043112_3991769_3006156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8498957755324115908</id><published>2010-08-12T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:04:22.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGPEkW3KQMI/AAAAAAAAB7I/YIu5fGhICGI/s1600/powerpuff_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504459298468151490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGPEkW3KQMI/AAAAAAAAB7I/YIu5fGhICGI/s320/powerpuff_girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were so fragile back then BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;after this post cause I dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;You made me this way. And guess what, this&lt;br /&gt;is my blog so there is nothing I can't type except the&lt;br /&gt;vulgarities. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nontheless, you suck like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I am slowly hating you so&lt;br /&gt;much. Perhaps not hate, more to the&lt;br /&gt;despise. I hate the fact that you completely&lt;br /&gt;pretend everything is fine when we all know its not.&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed over you. Such a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HYPOCRITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (omg!)&lt;br /&gt;how could you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I welcomed you with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;I made you be belong. I made you&lt;br /&gt;one of us. Guess they were right. I&lt;br /&gt;guess I was wrong all along. Sigh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate the way you treat me now&lt;br /&gt;like I have no use for you so you just&lt;br /&gt;drop me like a fcking hot potato. Must&lt;br /&gt;you really do that? Oh wells. Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't get it anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Im tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, my anger is sort of pacified for now.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will be fine tomorrow. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;for ruining my day by the way! I honestly&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it so much. Thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me wish you&lt;br /&gt;were beheaded (mean much),&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ps/ Yeah, I am bitch. Go condemn me now.&lt;br /&gt;pps/ Won't be using net cause of EOY. so bye.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8498957755324115908?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8498957755324115908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8498957755324115908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8498957755324115908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8498957755324115908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-were-so-fragile-back-then-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGPEkW3KQMI/AAAAAAAAB7I/YIu5fGhICGI/s72-c/powerpuff_girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1202361677552792528</id><published>2010-08-11T20:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:59:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKb2QwbK9I/AAAAAAAAB6o/4Kw8W37sySs/s1600/33499_1469156782910_1653321107_1168147_7680579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504133051113483218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKb2QwbK9I/AAAAAAAAB6o/4Kw8W37sySs/s320/33499_1469156782910_1653321107_1168147_7680579_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; when cousins met after a century ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I have shared before, I&lt;br /&gt;went to Vivo City with dear cousin&lt;br /&gt;to watch movie and 'window shop' which&lt;br /&gt;ended turned into a shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;(me lurves iiit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watched &lt;em&gt;Sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cool and funny movie baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 was on sale&lt;br /&gt;and so was all the other&lt;br /&gt;shops and it was PARAISO.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodbye to my 30$$$ then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bought glasses and cool shoes and ohs.&lt;br /&gt;Bought this cool sandals too with scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I totally had fun yst.&lt;br /&gt;Going out to Far EAST plaza this&lt;br /&gt;Saturdaaaay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmeeeee isss haaapppy.&lt;br /&gt; Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKc3bxCYJI/AAAAAAAAB7A/isyQcrVR_jU/s1600/40955_1469153782835_1653321107_1168127_7366753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504134170760339602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKc3bxCYJI/AAAAAAAAB7A/isyQcrVR_jU/s320/40955_1469153782835_1653321107_1168127_7366753_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKcrQGMi6I/AAAAAAAAB64/P0lWxK76GIY/s1600/40039_1469147862687_1653321107_1168106_7010830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504133961469430690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKcrQGMi6I/AAAAAAAAB64/P0lWxK76GIY/s320/40039_1469147862687_1653321107_1168106_7010830_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKcWXGVswI/AAAAAAAAB6w/zpl7_5DkWDk/s1600/40007_1469147622681_1653321107_1168105_4039174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504133602571825922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKcWXGVswI/AAAAAAAAB6w/zpl7_5DkWDk/s320/40007_1469147622681_1653321107_1168105_4039174_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1202361677552792528?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1202361677552792528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1202361677552792528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1202361677552792528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1202361677552792528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-cousins-met-after-century.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKb2QwbK9I/AAAAAAAAB6o/4Kw8W37sySs/s72-c/33499_1469156782910_1653321107_1168147_7680579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5964429431842015658</id><published>2010-08-11T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:38:29.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKVYSuaWjI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6vm959gKxGk/s1600/38617_1466817444428_1653321107_1160334_7284019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504125939176069682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKVYSuaWjI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6vm959gKxGk/s320/38617_1466817444428_1653321107_1160334_7284019_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; the long overdue post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys aint that interested&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck! this is my blog&lt;br /&gt;so deal with it Bitches! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, my family &amp;amp; I went&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCIENCE CENTRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My siblings been&lt;br /&gt;asking my folks to go there after&lt;br /&gt;their school went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO OFF WE GO TO SC with MEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely fun taking&lt;br /&gt;pictures here &amp;amp; then. I mean my parents&lt;br /&gt;have been taking pictures of themselves and wherever&lt;br /&gt;we go. YOU KNOW?! hahaha. It's cause they&lt;br /&gt;have Facebook now. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt know there is a&lt;br /&gt;food centre over there other than Mcs.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my mommy google it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kuya RJ was so fascinated&lt;br /&gt;over the artefacts. Tsk! Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are up in my FB account.&lt;br /&gt;(check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so ****.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKWMrboeyI/AAAAAAAAB6g/l_n-OxXwQZE/s1600/40349_1466769163221_1653321107_1160227_6025083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504126839161387810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKWMrboeyI/AAAAAAAAB6g/l_n-OxXwQZE/s320/40349_1466769163221_1653321107_1160227_6025083_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKV9z5mDZI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Il29lhyiiK0/s1600/38870_1466779283474_1653321107_1160274_3944612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504126583736503698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKV9z5mDZI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/Il29lhyiiK0/s320/38870_1466779283474_1653321107_1160274_3944612_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5964429431842015658?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5964429431842015658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5964429431842015658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5964429431842015658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5964429431842015658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-overdue-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGKVYSuaWjI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6vm959gKxGk/s72-c/38617_1466817444428_1653321107_1160334_7284019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6859661047001046436</id><published>2010-08-11T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:54:18.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGGDQ8XxW8I/AAAAAAAAB6I/1wWoLoABsN4/s1600/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503824546730433474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGGDQ8XxW8I/AAAAAAAAB6I/1wWoLoABsN4/s320/Picture+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear Diary , I can't seem to sleep cause everytime&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, I can see him very clearly. And it&lt;br /&gt;hurts so much that no matter how hard I try he will&lt;br /&gt;never be mine and that this feeling of mine will never&lt;br /&gt;be given a chance to grow into a fairytale lovestory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO DIARY WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IdolovehimsomuchthatI'mlosingmyinsanity.&lt;br /&gt;(thanks for the dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than my messed up lovelife,&lt;br /&gt;I just spent $30 for a shoe &amp;amp; glasses.&lt;br /&gt;good buy aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6859661047001046436?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6859661047001046436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6859661047001046436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6859661047001046436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6859661047001046436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-diary-i-cant-seem-to-sleep-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGGDQ8XxW8I/AAAAAAAAB6I/1wWoLoABsN4/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6444809255992397020</id><published>2010-08-09T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:32:32.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGAegDWAsoI/AAAAAAAAB6A/osq9PKxJJY4/s1600/39464_1406158480914_1440965226_31064412_1501919_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503432280649020034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGAegDWAsoI/AAAAAAAAB6A/osq9PKxJJY4/s320/39464_1406158480914_1440965226_31064412_1501919_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the entire day in my&lt;br /&gt;family's friend's house. at the Cale's&lt;br /&gt;house :) Just laze around &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;watch National Day  Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Such a way to celebrate SG's birthday aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go na , more elaboration&lt;br /&gt;about yst's event tomorrow. I wanna&lt;br /&gt;watch my show baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muacks from me to you ,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imissyouzacharybustamante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6444809255992397020?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6444809255992397020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6444809255992397020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6444809255992397020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6444809255992397020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TGAegDWAsoI/AAAAAAAAB6A/osq9PKxJJY4/s72-c/39464_1406158480914_1440965226_31064412_1501919_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-8275615424433756129</id><published>2010-08-08T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T09:56:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TF4MbTk5cHI/AAAAAAAAB54/WmjeKxw6wBY/s1600/Colosseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502849457944359026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TF4MbTk5cHI/AAAAAAAAB54/WmjeKxw6wBY/s320/Colosseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're almost there , just few more persuasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I didn't kill myself (horay!)&lt;br /&gt;no school on&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; monday &amp;amp; tuesday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;that's another horay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried to&lt;br /&gt;plan what you should do during&lt;br /&gt;this glorious oppurtunity? Like what to&lt;br /&gt;revise at this time to that time? Wells, I planned&lt;br /&gt;a schedule for my revision as well as my&lt;br /&gt;exercising time and I end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT FOLLOWING IT AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I told you I am on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To follow azmirah &amp;amp; lose weight like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells Monday , I'll definitely&lt;br /&gt;have to revise my Amaths cause&lt;br /&gt;haven't been getting any of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;date with my cousin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch movie!&lt;br /&gt;nyeheheh. (must not eat POPCORN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meee plus no one = freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I seriously can't wait to have a reunion with my&lt;br /&gt;old classmates! It'll be fun seeing them again&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; revisit the fun times, sad time, and irritating times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PPS/ I STILL LOVE YOU ZACH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-8275615424433756129?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/8275615424433756129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=8275615424433756129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8275615424433756129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/8275615424433756129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-almost-there-just-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TF4MbTk5cHI/AAAAAAAAB54/WmjeKxw6wBY/s72-c/Colosseum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1599101653253178272</id><published>2010-08-06T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:46:00.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FML SOO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed the National Day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;in school! I already choose my freaking dress!&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuurgh , I should just kill myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be sick on the day itself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1599101653253178272?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1599101653253178272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1599101653253178272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1599101653253178272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1599101653253178272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/fml-soo-much-i-missed-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2273530248034926740</id><published>2010-08-05T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:39:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/holga" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 302px" border="0" alt="Holga tree Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o187/marcstck/Holgatreecopy.jpg" width="406" height="541" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places like this can never be achieved&lt;br /&gt;unless you have loads chunk of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frocking need&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 3500$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the&lt;br /&gt;Dance EUROPE trip you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice. Rome. Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Europe,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ tomorrow's the school's National Day concert!&lt;br /&gt;pictures of the event will be up soon kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps/ I am falling real fast &amp;amp; there's no stopping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you Zachary Bustamante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2273530248034926740?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2273530248034926740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2273530248034926740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2273530248034926740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2273530248034926740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-make-this-short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-3961942851197447705</id><published>2010-08-02T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:02:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFaj_1M8iBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/xARgkmoTLJA/s1600/onthebeack-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500764311888103442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFaj_1M8iBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/xARgkmoTLJA/s320/onthebeack-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you can't back down this is serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleared 2 Tests today.&lt;br /&gt;but it's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not time to celebrate&lt;/span&gt; cause&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed both the Emaths &amp;amp; Physics test.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely disappointed of myself. I mean  for&lt;br /&gt;the first time in history, I totally&lt;br /&gt;understand physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know how to put the&lt;br /&gt;explanation into words! Gaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; handle&lt;/span&gt; thing totally&lt;br /&gt;confused it with the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;spanner&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;How blonde can Dianne get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, I'm kinda happy today.&lt;br /&gt;Without dance, I feel less stress?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe caue I have more free&lt;br /&gt;time to myself to study and well&lt;br /&gt;rest. Studied SS just now people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can concentrate&lt;br /&gt;more in my academics cause&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna excel&lt;br /&gt;in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off to study my Chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;with you by my side, everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ZACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-3961942851197447705?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3961942851197447705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=3961942851197447705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3961942851197447705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3961942851197447705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-cant-back-down-this-is-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFaj_1M8iBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/xARgkmoTLJA/s72-c/onthebeack-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1278893094502051</id><published>2010-08-01T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:13:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFTjIPVq6dI/AAAAAAAAB5g/k4BMQtCia5c/s1600/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500270775622101458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFTjIPVq6dI/AAAAAAAAB5g/k4BMQtCia5c/s320/beautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ps/ I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there will never be&lt;br /&gt;a day that you're going to see this. I dont&lt;br /&gt;know if its a good thing or bad thing. Up to me to&lt;br /&gt;decide? Sigh. Anyways, I'm still not over you&lt;br /&gt;even though it's been almost &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst part of this is I never get the chance to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell you how much &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we are not meant&lt;br /&gt;to be. Guess I should have just stayed&lt;br /&gt;in Philippines and then our love could have&lt;br /&gt;a chance aye? But then I choose the other&lt;br /&gt;path, and it was my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I was jealous for&lt;br /&gt;many reasons. That should be me&lt;br /&gt;you're messaging. That should be me you're&lt;br /&gt;smiling at. That should be me webcamming with you.&lt;br /&gt;That should be me awaiting for your return. That&lt;br /&gt;should be me in &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;your heart and mind&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells , FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I have the chance to&lt;br /&gt;tell you how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do tell you now , that would&lt;br /&gt;be too late cause you have someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And I would look completely stupid&lt;br /&gt;confessing my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDEED , FCUK MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yes , first love never dies and you're&lt;br /&gt;still the only person I love the most dear monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE LIGHTER NOTE (is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs hurt like hell from&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's ballet class! Golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say that you love me too ,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you Zachary Bustamante.&lt;br /&gt;(shh. it's a secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1278893094502051?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1278893094502051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1278893094502051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1278893094502051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1278893094502051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/08/ps-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFTjIPVq6dI/AAAAAAAAB5g/k4BMQtCia5c/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7131278200544266819</id><published>2010-07-31T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:00:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFPIH5752VI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/fyO55jJDTkA/s1600/summercategorythumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499959608086223186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFPIH5752VI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/fyO55jJDTkA/s320/summercategorythumb.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop haunting my life boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's weird is happening in my&lt;br /&gt;dreams these past few days. Dreams keep repeating&lt;br /&gt;and the weirdest past is that you are&lt;br /&gt;inside that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all of a sudden, I keep dreaming&lt;br /&gt;of you again? Is it normal or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong , I am over Nasrul&lt;br /&gt;already. See, I can even type down his name&lt;br /&gt;like how I can type Aldrich's name as&lt;br /&gt;well. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT WHY THE HECK AM I DREAMING OF YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , just want to say&lt;br /&gt;that Im freaking out? 4 test this coming&lt;br /&gt;week and it includes PHYSICS and CHEMISTRY!&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygooollly. Help me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of a tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs, next post I shall write down what's&lt;br /&gt;my plan in pinas if ever I go schooling there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now , Im getting ready for dance&lt;br /&gt;(BOOOOOOOOOO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ I can do headstand yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luvluvluvluv, Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7131278200544266819?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7131278200544266819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7131278200544266819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7131278200544266819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7131278200544266819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-haunting-my-life-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFPIH5752VI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/fyO55jJDTkA/s72-c/summercategorythumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5041050549290424015</id><published>2010-07-30T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:31:04.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;URGH, I HATE MY BROTHER SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I am just&lt;br /&gt;living alone and just with myself!&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that fckuning&lt;br /&gt;day siol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNNNNOOOOOYYYYIIIIINNNNGGGG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5041050549290424015?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5041050549290424015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5041050549290424015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5041050549290424015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5041050549290424015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/urgh-i-hate-my-brother-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-3647213403854332479</id><published>2010-07-30T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:50:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFJl53Vej7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/ibFhXyhsdnA/s1600/36891_457829059147_616604147_6056870_3050479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499570139753779122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFJl53Vej7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/ibFhXyhsdnA/s320/36891_457829059147_616604147_6056870_3050479_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (don' ask me why I post this photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIPSHIT X 1 000 000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chemistry exam lab today and&lt;br /&gt;totally screwed up my conclusion and I think&lt;br /&gt;it's worth half of the marks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness on that huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thought came to me. wells,&lt;br /&gt;fine.. THOUGHTS CAME TO ME. It's&lt;br /&gt;just a point in my life that I start to think what have&lt;br /&gt;I been doing with my life now and how does this&lt;br /&gt;doings benefit me in the next future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is dance really that worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Doing your best, a good leader, paying for&lt;br /&gt;the fees and spending soo much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it help me go to University&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; boost my chance to go in a good school&lt;br /&gt;in Pinas or here? I've been spending my time and&lt;br /&gt;energy is dance that I am that good at academics anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There was this point in life when I am the ONE&lt;br /&gt;and driven to be on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still driven but dance is stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;(IS IT TRUE OR NOT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean when was the last time I read&lt;br /&gt;a book? When was the last time I go&lt;br /&gt;and study and revise? When huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do well this year and my O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to re-prioritise already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard I try , I just can't&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-3647213403854332479?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3647213403854332479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=3647213403854332479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3647213403854332479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3647213403854332479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/don-ask-me-why-i-post-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFJl53Vej7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/ibFhXyhsdnA/s72-c/36891_457829059147_616604147_6056870_3050479_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6484199717692443647</id><published>2010-07-29T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:38:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OH GOLLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have this forbidden crush on you&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is that you're so out of my league.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel happy whenever you are around?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like kissing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GOD , DO HELP ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6484199717692443647?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6484199717692443647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6484199717692443647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6484199717692443647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6484199717692443647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-golly-i-have-this-forbidden-crush-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5271302345742247824</id><published>2010-07-28T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:18:18.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFAQpqI1IoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/UDQ9xpwlgxY/s1600/hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498913452891382402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFAQpqI1IoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/UDQ9xpwlgxY/s320/hair1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ditto dance today which means went&lt;br /&gt;home kinda early. Had lunch with the&lt;br /&gt;Sec Three dancers minus &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nana &amp;amp; Nicole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep like a pig from 4pm to 6.3opm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn shiok siol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now doing my Lit research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you how&lt;br /&gt;unhappy I am with my life?&lt;br /&gt;(hahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with cheerfulness in the world ,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ love you too Nani Junior! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5271302345742247824?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5271302345742247824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5271302345742247824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5271302345742247824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5271302345742247824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/ditto-dance-today-which-means-went-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TFAQpqI1IoI/AAAAAAAAB5A/UDQ9xpwlgxY/s72-c/hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2001951065871558541</id><published>2010-07-27T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:33:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TE7dphJpzvI/AAAAAAAAB44/w9F6DL_mfTQ/s1600/backgrounds_brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498575900409188082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TE7dphJpzvI/AAAAAAAAB44/w9F6DL_mfTQ/s320/backgrounds_brit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; What if we are all in a dream?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(what is reality)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promise , I shall my theory about&lt;br /&gt;our life. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you better be reading&lt;br /&gt;this post since you begged me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beleive that all of us are&lt;br /&gt;the main character of our own life.&lt;br /&gt;meaning that each of us is an actor. we are&lt;br /&gt;the main actor in our own movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you know who is watching us?&lt;br /&gt;yes , GOD is watching the show. its like that&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother show except there aint any&lt;br /&gt;rules. oh wait! there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TEN COMMANDMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(alleuiaaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we would die which&lt;br /&gt;just means that we have escaped&lt;br /&gt;from this dream and we are&lt;br /&gt;ready for the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reality which involves meeting our CREATOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus end my theory.&lt;br /&gt;yes, completely whacked. do take note&lt;br /&gt;that I was being retarded during Lit once more.&lt;br /&gt;I just love Literature sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! did I mention that I had&lt;br /&gt;a 'tuition' with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Miss Ivy&lt;/span&gt;? And&lt;br /&gt;omgee, I totally understood&lt;br /&gt;kinematics! Thank God and&lt;br /&gt;of course, thank you Miss Ivy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can recommend me a Tuition Teacher?&lt;br /&gt;(I NEED ONE BADLY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ My parents have decided that I&lt;br /&gt;would spend my EOY holidays in pinas&lt;br /&gt;with the whole family. So goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;Nov-Dec Dance and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2001951065871558541?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2001951065871558541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2001951065871558541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2001951065871558541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2001951065871558541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-if-we-are-all-in-dream-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TE7dphJpzvI/AAAAAAAAB44/w9F6DL_mfTQ/s72-c/backgrounds_brit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2391117528072579308</id><published>2010-07-26T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:47:04.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TE1zmGsuYsI/AAAAAAAAB4w/XBHoRXzpUhY/s1600/20090527152935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498177818559668930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TE1zmGsuYsI/AAAAAAAAB4w/XBHoRXzpUhY/s320/20090527152935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Battle of the DANCERS?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;(nah , I'm too classy for that piece of shit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what irritate me the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you act like&lt;br /&gt;everything is OK when you know it's&lt;br /&gt;not. the fact that you tell other people about it.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you didn't even tell me &amp;amp; get the freaking right&lt;br /&gt;story. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the fact that I fcuking hate it so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking late today.&lt;br /&gt;just a feedback though, must&lt;br /&gt;they really shout at us and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;treat&lt;br /&gt;us like we're some criminals&lt;/span&gt;? I mean&lt;br /&gt;we know that we are late and we feel bad (perhaps&lt;br /&gt;that's me only, wtv) about it and they still&lt;br /&gt;shout at us and just plain ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to say that SAINTS have sins too.&lt;br /&gt;afterall , I am a human too you know.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE IS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add to my irritation today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL COMPLETELY INVISIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; JUST FEEL LIKE SOME RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that made&lt;br /&gt;me happy was the MEE SOTO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the funny faces that&lt;br /&gt;rach did during&lt;br /&gt;LIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also for Nana during the bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps/ I think I'm going to flunk Emaths (TRIGO TEST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did we end up like this , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2391117528072579308?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2391117528072579308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2391117528072579308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2391117528072579308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2391117528072579308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/battle-of-dancers-nah-im-too-classy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TE1zmGsuYsI/AAAAAAAAB4w/XBHoRXzpUhY/s72-c/20090527152935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-3380959913925206096</id><published>2010-07-25T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:30:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEvVfUkLDdI/AAAAAAAAB4o/e6m4YRpSCnQ/s1600/handinhand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497722504208911826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEvVfUkLDdI/AAAAAAAAB4o/e6m4YRpSCnQ/s320/handinhand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;sarcasm is the only way to show how I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading my posts for the&lt;br /&gt;past few days I realised that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;posting my day like I used to. I've been posting&lt;br /&gt;my inner thoughts and basically just&lt;br /&gt;typing what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Is it a bad thing or a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L. O. V. E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this world really mean?&lt;br /&gt;nowadays when you go watch movies about&lt;br /&gt;love, the plot would be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;about this girl and boy loving&lt;br /&gt;each other.&lt;/span&gt; or about a broken lovestory. You seldom see a&lt;br /&gt;movie about a family love, sisterly love or yes a&lt;br /&gt;LOVE for GOD. so what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just go to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;you see people changing their status&lt;br /&gt;from single to complicated to in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;to engages to married and back to complicated again.&lt;br /&gt;at times when I see this kind of notifications&lt;br /&gt;in my newsfeed, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just roll my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must know that there is a difference between&lt;br /&gt;LOVE an of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INLOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times I start thinking about our&lt;br /&gt;generation. Most of us finds LOVE as a&lt;br /&gt;game. am I that harsh? well you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Like I like this girl, I ask her out through sms and they yay,&lt;br /&gt;we are together and we are inlove. then we'll have our&lt;br /&gt;monthsary soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's just so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I've been&lt;br /&gt;through that road. I guess every teenager&lt;br /&gt;will pass through this phase. but Im glad I'm over that&lt;br /&gt;now. haha. But at least I start at sixteen and end at sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;it was stupid of me to play with LOVE. For making a crush&lt;br /&gt;to love. cause it will bring nothing but stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main point is : &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't say ILOVEYOU when you dont&lt;br /&gt;really mean it. Don't say ILOVEYOU like its a HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just lose the meaning of these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Dianne, why are you posting&lt;br /&gt;this? Seriously, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just pissed off with those&lt;br /&gt;people who constantly put in their status about&lt;br /&gt;their monthsary or love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP IT PRIVATE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(yeahyeah , I'm such a bitch but&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying okay. didnt mean&lt;br /&gt;to hurt you or something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little children , do remember about what&lt;br /&gt;I've said okay? Don't play with LOVE unless&lt;br /&gt;you really what it means and you mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with more confusions , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-3380959913925206096?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/3380959913925206096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=3380959913925206096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3380959913925206096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/3380959913925206096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/sarcasm-is-only-way-to-show-how-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEvVfUkLDdI/AAAAAAAAB4o/e6m4YRpSCnQ/s72-c/handinhand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5777984502093447068</id><published>2010-07-25T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:07:19.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEvRGGmXHCI/AAAAAAAAB4g/nIOIvIVF_HY/s1600/quote189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497717672916753442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEvRGGmXHCI/AAAAAAAAB4g/nIOIvIVF_HY/s320/quote189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; basically, Im just a confused and lost girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I should be doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;right now I should be revising for Binomial and also&lt;br /&gt;Trigo. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;right now I should be filing my worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right now I should be stop facing my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;right now I should stop feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be this girl who is&lt;br /&gt;game to any challenges. I used to be&lt;br /&gt;a driven person who is overly excited to do new&lt;br /&gt;things. &lt;em&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GIRL&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;where is she now? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth , I cant wait to leave&lt;br /&gt;Singapore and start a new life in Pinas. but&lt;br /&gt;I know I will miss my friends here. Sad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing that's keeping me from&lt;br /&gt;not going or having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone wants a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;and I am left with nothing but&lt;br /&gt;a burnt out body. That sucks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been complaining&lt;br /&gt;about how Im tired and about how I have no&lt;br /&gt;time. Whiney much? But what am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;When you tell that to them you end up being&lt;br /&gt;judged. What's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, this is going to be my last&lt;br /&gt;Complaint. After this I will keep it to myself since&lt;br /&gt;that's what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just so you know , I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5777984502093447068?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5777984502093447068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5777984502093447068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5777984502093447068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5777984502093447068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/basically-im-just-confused-and-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEvRGGmXHCI/AAAAAAAAB4g/nIOIvIVF_HY/s72-c/quote189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-1836573082885069570</id><published>2010-07-24T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:48:41.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEr60rvzAQI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/mBaVuo2qpZo/s1600/38861_1546271657407_1253502353_31522397_2169461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497482078162452738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEr60rvzAQI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/mBaVuo2qpZo/s320/38861_1546271657407_1253502353_31522397_2169461_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; with this , I end my admiration to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something I need you guys to know&lt;br /&gt;about me. the things is that when peeople give me a work&lt;br /&gt;to do, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I am a perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I will do it in a 100%&lt;br /&gt;and I expect everyone to do the&lt;br /&gt;same thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean do you best in everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I always tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why some of might think a freaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;bossy bitch&lt;/span&gt;. And I do feel hurt when you give me that&lt;br /&gt;look. Wait, why am I blogging this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl like me doesnt settle with just&lt;br /&gt;a 90% then I feel annoyed when things is not in order&lt;br /&gt;when everything is last minute or when people&lt;br /&gt;dont do the things that I want&lt;br /&gt;them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, is this a disorder or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FCUK THIS SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me if you must but I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-1836573082885069570?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/1836573082885069570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=1836573082885069570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1836573082885069570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/1836573082885069570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/with-this-i-end-my-admiration-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEr60rvzAQI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/mBaVuo2qpZo/s72-c/38861_1546271657407_1253502353_31522397_2169461_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-7136228265686135855</id><published>2010-07-22T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:22:17.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEhhIMmgm0I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/urNQRB-TeD4/s1600/38295_1431587600996_1572068976_985419_2846989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750138655284034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEhhIMmgm0I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/urNQRB-TeD4/s320/38295_1431587600996_1572068976_985419_2846989_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; HAPPY RACIAL HARMONY TO ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what , I dressed up as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a malay girl for that day. Hahaha. Nat was&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grinning at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (inside joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways , surviving school though&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up sometimes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;know what keeps me from continuing&lt;br /&gt;and not die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That would be you and&lt;br /&gt;the fact that after this hellhole, Im off&lt;br /&gt;somewhere new and exciting! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays then , goodnite world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox , Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-7136228265686135855?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/7136228265686135855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=7136228265686135855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7136228265686135855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/7136228265686135855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-racial-harmony-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEhhIMmgm0I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/urNQRB-TeD4/s72-c/38295_1431587600996_1572068976_985419_2846989_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4623025661956163696</id><published>2010-07-18T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:02:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEHhIHE2M_I/AAAAAAAAB4I/82_iNtlVscg/s1600/Photo0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494920549823296498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEHhIHE2M_I/AAAAAAAAB4I/82_iNtlVscg/s320/Photo0340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; I hate everything in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I hate them. I hate me.&lt;br /&gt;So much hatred in my body, wells.&lt;br /&gt;not hatred but STRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it annoying that no matter&lt;br /&gt;how hard you try, you'll end up not having&lt;br /&gt;enough time. Cause when you have&lt;br /&gt;free time, you end up sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fucking tired&lt;/span&gt; for the whole day or week that&lt;br /&gt;your body can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of revising and studying&lt;br /&gt;during your free time, you ended up&lt;br /&gt;sleeping like a log. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate this life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish school here aint&lt;br /&gt;that stressful. Yes, Im&lt;br /&gt;very vulgar now. Annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah , thanks a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitload for you &amp;amp; you &amp;amp; you,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;ps/ hate me if you want but remember this:&lt;br /&gt;you will never undermine me cause I am&lt;br /&gt;stonger than any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4623025661956163696?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4623025661956163696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4623025661956163696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4623025661956163696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4623025661956163696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-everything-in-my-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TEHhIHE2M_I/AAAAAAAAB4I/82_iNtlVscg/s72-c/Photo0340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4871560929998025604</id><published>2010-07-15T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:29:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TD8ZPh71mvI/AAAAAAAAB4A/obctFNpb9Nc/s1600/Photo0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494137825013373682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TD8ZPh71mvI/AAAAAAAAB4A/obctFNpb9Nc/s320/Photo0339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; would you hate me if I say ILIKEHIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; be stopped?&lt;br /&gt;That would be yes and I know that&lt;br /&gt;I can do it. But the thing is that&lt;em&gt; I do not sort of&lt;br /&gt;want to stop it? &lt;/em&gt;I'm mess up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I have for him is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;A FORBIDDEN &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APPLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IN WHICH I AM&lt;br /&gt;NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE A BITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh , what am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;This isn't me. I am that kind of girl. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;crush will fade away&lt;/span&gt; just like how the others&lt;br /&gt;did. OH GOD. Please let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am caught staring.&lt;br /&gt;(and no, it is not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;VAL&lt;/span&gt; you guys!) Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you, imagining how things would be like&lt;br /&gt;if you were mine. Gosh, this is pathetic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM LINE : I am slowly falling into this&lt;br /&gt;bottomless hole in which the only way to escape&lt;br /&gt;is to kill myself or perhaps, tell you. (gulp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps someday I will have the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;courage to tell you how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or perhaps I will never tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the wrong , iknowthat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ had an amazing time with MARYANNE tonight.&lt;br /&gt;watched Despicable Me &amp;amp; attempted to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4871560929998025604?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4871560929998025604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4871560929998025604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4871560929998025604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4871560929998025604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/would-you-hate-me-if-i-say-ilikehim-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TD8ZPh71mvI/AAAAAAAAB4A/obctFNpb9Nc/s72-c/Photo0339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4145939427048252623</id><published>2010-07-14T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:30:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/funny%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Funny Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m176/niascissorhands/Quotes/bumpersticker.jpg" width="235" height="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today was fun and incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday is the best day&lt;br /&gt;ever except for friday of course.&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY = CCA DAY = DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All dancers should be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways , dance today was not&lt;br /&gt;as exhausting as usual. was exhausted from&lt;br /&gt;laughing though. Had sharing&lt;br /&gt;session with dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared our embarrassing moments!&lt;br /&gt;(seriously funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I have decided to have these&lt;br /&gt;sessions before starting dance&lt;br /&gt;every dance practice :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't it coooool &amp;amp; greaaaaaaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay , will sleep nah kasi&lt;br /&gt;super antok na ako eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnite enchong dee , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4145939427048252623?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4145939427048252623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4145939427048252623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4145939427048252623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4145939427048252623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/dance-today-was-fun-and-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m176/niascissorhands/Quotes/th_bumpersticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5301342390003666567</id><published>2010-07-13T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:22:56.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDx1sc3jz8I/AAAAAAAAB34/PM93t4pHJDQ/s1600/aesdancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493395052009082818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDx1sc3jz8I/AAAAAAAAB34/PM93t4pHJDQ/s320/aesdancers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one thing that can solve most&lt;br /&gt;of our problems is dancing"-James Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first meeting with&lt;br /&gt;the secones. They are like super quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they will stay on as&lt;br /&gt;leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I seriously want these new dancers to be&lt;br /&gt;more involved and love dance so much that&lt;br /&gt;they are reay to sacrifice for it. Cause I do&lt;br /&gt;not want dance to crumble once I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear dancers , bring up the&lt;br /&gt;name of DANCE please. Do not stain it&lt;br /&gt;or you will get it from me. BE PROUD THAT YOU&lt;br /&gt;ARE AN AES DANCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a difference , to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I graduate , I must do&lt;br /&gt;an incredible thing for dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love from me to you,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5301342390003666567?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5301342390003666567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5301342390003666567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5301342390003666567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5301342390003666567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-thing-that-can-solve-most-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDx1sc3jz8I/AAAAAAAAB34/PM93t4pHJDQ/s72-c/aesdancers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5050328199074716206</id><published>2010-07-13T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:19:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cute%20quotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="cute quotes Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/cutequote1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday = Tie Day = Ngee Ann Poly Open House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bothers me that I only have&lt;br /&gt;1 and half year to spend time with all of my&lt;br /&gt;friends, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt; and schoolmates or all those Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;I interact with. Should I be sad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the poly talk &amp;amp; there were&lt;br /&gt;just much courses to choose from. having hard&lt;br /&gt;time choosing. I know , why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;I wont be studying here after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad isnt it? I am depress. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dramama&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Accounting&lt;/span&gt; aint just my field&lt;br /&gt;neither is engineering. What to do what to&lt;br /&gt;do what to do but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire of life , Tire of you  , Tired of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butthenagainIlovemyself,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to graduate from this hell hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sssh. just kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5050328199074716206?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5050328199074716206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5050328199074716206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5050328199074716206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5050328199074716206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-tie-day-ngee-ann-poly-open-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-965612331274276561</id><published>2010-07-11T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:57:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDnJOCRACEI/AAAAAAAAB3w/EATtCPTzezU/s1600/16239_1196428322161_1572068976_485106_1669157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492642463518558274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDnJOCRACEI/AAAAAAAAB3w/EATtCPTzezU/s320/16239_1196428322161_1572068976_485106_1669157_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I miss those time when we just camwhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's what you make it,&lt;br /&gt;so let's make it right. Life's&lt;br /&gt;what you make it so come on! Come on!&lt;br /&gt;Leeet's maake it RIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with non-academics&lt;br /&gt;thing which is seriously bad. Who's fault&lt;br /&gt;is that? &lt;strong&gt;NOT ME&lt;/strong&gt; of course because&lt;br /&gt;I've never wanted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to choreograph this dance&lt;br /&gt;and do this and that. It still puzzles me how&lt;br /&gt;I got into this. Then there's that &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Greenridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thing. I really want to focus in my&lt;br /&gt;studies and excel in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go and be freeee please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Other than all of this , I've been&lt;br /&gt;pretty much dreaming about weird&lt;br /&gt;things that always link back to you.&lt;br /&gt;How weird can this get? I never have&lt;br /&gt;these series of dreams before. It keeps&lt;br /&gt;repeating again and again! I mean I&lt;br /&gt;COMPLAINING. I LOVE LOOKING&lt;br /&gt;AT YOU FACE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the hell up Dianne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah , school tmr so I should go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you baby , Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ There's a brighter tomorrow Kitty Kat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-965612331274276561?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/965612331274276561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=965612331274276561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/965612331274276561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/965612331274276561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-those-time-when-we-just-camwhore.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDnJOCRACEI/AAAAAAAAB3w/EATtCPTzezU/s72-c/16239_1196428322161_1572068976_485106_1669157_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-4360230608722484639</id><published>2010-07-08T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:48:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDXxumRoqyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/bGiHxz04bII/s1600/Colorful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491561103498980130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDXxumRoqyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/bGiHxz04bII/s320/Colorful.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you make my day sunny &amp;amp; fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;today was pretty much ok.&lt;br /&gt;had free period for English. Ms Tiu&lt;br /&gt;was sick. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit was extremely fun!&lt;br /&gt;George was seriously hilarious&lt;br /&gt;with his &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;'unsuccessful'&lt;/span&gt; attempt to sing!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. was ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had SC meeting after school.&lt;br /&gt;learnt a lot especially the ways on how to&lt;br /&gt;file things. perhaps shall do the same&lt;br /&gt;in dance aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Jurong EAST popular&lt;br /&gt;with sayang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maryanne&lt;/span&gt; to buy things for&lt;br /&gt;the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL ELABORATE TOMORROW YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;btw, thank you for comforting me last night.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I am happy that you are there&lt;br /&gt;ready to comfort me dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me . love you.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-4360230608722484639?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/4360230608722484639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=4360230608722484639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4360230608722484639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/4360230608722484639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-make-my-day-sunny-fulfilling-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDXxumRoqyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/bGiHxz04bII/s72-c/Colorful.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-133088084846453692</id><published>2010-07-08T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:48:25.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDStuxQy8aI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ba_AY7RQmvM/s1600/34658_1428228079718_1653321107_1060104_3053781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491204864680849826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDStuxQy8aI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ba_AY7RQmvM/s320/34658_1428228079718_1653321107_1060104_3053781_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time : 12plus lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to my bad habits again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sleeping at wee hours&lt;/span&gt; , can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not! Once you are in Singapore, there&lt;br /&gt;is no such thing as Rest or Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Serves me right aye?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wells, I've been kinda high lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughing without reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or at a random moment.&lt;br /&gt;My friends say it cause of a HE but I think&lt;br /&gt;not. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Don't be too confident that it's&lt;br /&gt;cause of you okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's my way of &lt;u&gt;releasing my stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;and making myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must there always be a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;(okay, dont answer that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maths class , Mr Wee&lt;br /&gt;showed us this video about motivation&lt;br /&gt;and such. It made me thinking. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why am I not motivated&lt;br /&gt;to do well as last time? &lt;/span&gt;Hmm.. And then it&lt;br /&gt;hit me like that time I bang into&lt;br /&gt;that stupid pole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has already this concept that&lt;br /&gt;after Sec4 I will be off to wells, HOME.&lt;br /&gt;which means, ace or not still going to&lt;br /&gt;college! SEE.. this is my problem right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any suggestions , feel free to comment or whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ YOU GUYS , POSTING LOVE THINGS IN FB&lt;br /&gt;DOES NOT MEAN I AM WITH SOMEONE OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pps/ oi , thank you for the video. look so cute!&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahahahaha. I still owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORR SORRY SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its you you you ,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-133088084846453692?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/133088084846453692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=133088084846453692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/133088084846453692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/133088084846453692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-12plus-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDStuxQy8aI/AAAAAAAAB3g/ba_AY7RQmvM/s72-c/34658_1428228079718_1653321107_1060104_3053781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-2403300129895479744</id><published>2010-07-06T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:17:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDIERNT8SBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/_V4WCUVeAxY/s1600/15932_196901627431_666992431_2949640_1063973_n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490455589395646482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDIERNT8SBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/_V4WCUVeAxY/s320/15932_196901627431_666992431_2949640_1063973_n.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDIEEHG_mjI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/I1JcoqNgC50/s1600/15932_196919467431_666992431_2949715_61450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost forgot how much I&lt;br /&gt;fucking love you. You want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;Well , you&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dropped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me like&lt;br /&gt;a hot potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;COULD YOU BLAME ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I wish you nothing but misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(come on, you were bitchier than me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guess what , I'm over you&lt;br /&gt;and I hated myself for falling for a&lt;br /&gt;jerk like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang Dianne , harsh much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, Im just bored.&lt;br /&gt;would love to sleep but can't!&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS/ went to Nicole's house to do Emaths project&lt;br /&gt;tgt with Maryanne Lee Feng Ying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox . DIANNE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-2403300129895479744?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/2403300129895479744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=2403300129895479744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2403300129895479744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/2403300129895479744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-almost-forgot-how-much-i-fucking-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TDIERNT8SBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/_V4WCUVeAxY/s72-c/15932_196901627431_666992431_2949640_1063973_n.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-6611043151946951566</id><published>2010-07-03T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:23:01.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TC83DdIeSWI/AAAAAAAAB3I/s_qeJuHdqv8/s1600/Winter_look_by_lamiall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489667003287226722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TC83DdIeSWI/AAAAAAAAB3I/s_qeJuHdqv8/s320/Winter_look_by_lamiall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone. Irriatated. Exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A life like this is not worth to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you guys for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this where can I get&lt;br /&gt;someone to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;comfort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me? Where can I get&lt;br /&gt;someone to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pacify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my fears, my doubts? Where&lt;br /&gt;can I get someone to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;encourage &lt;/span&gt;me, to give&lt;br /&gt;me a reason to move forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this where can I get someone&lt;br /&gt;to understand my thoughts? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired with everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;Be it lessons, family, friends, dance and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dancemates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You made me like this. Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream. I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away. I want to stop breathing&lt;br /&gt;cause perhaps, that's the only way to&lt;br /&gt;escape all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it all worth it? is it?&lt;br /&gt;give me a reason to continue.&lt;br /&gt;if not , I should just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you guys for making me like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left for herself,&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-6611043151946951566?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/6611043151946951566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=6611043151946951566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6611043151946951566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/6611043151946951566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/07/alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TC83DdIeSWI/AAAAAAAAB3I/s_qeJuHdqv8/s72-c/Winter_look_by_lamiall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3665169028575199425.post-5753268467150016078</id><published>2010-06-27T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:20:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School is Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FCUK IT SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am not ready to face my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hating it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw , Mahal Kita :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox , Dianne Mae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3665169028575199425-5753268467150016078?l=datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/feeds/5753268467150016078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3665169028575199425&amp;postID=5753268467150016078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5753268467150016078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3665169028575199425/posts/default/5753268467150016078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datshortiie-dianne.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08171464800156887293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iqnXee8uozk/TPEK-YlX0hI/AAAAAAAACEY/KccYuKIW8hk/S220/155246_1599575363293_1653321107_1442197_7285649_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
