<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1340266438779950781</id><updated>2024-10-25T09:07:42.849+08:00</updated><category term="Dear Diary"/><category term="Poems and Quotations"/><category term="Food and Beverages"/><category term="Music and Lyrics"/><category term="Anything Goes"/><category term="Meal of the Day"/><category term="Me Myself and I"/><category term="Graphic and Arts"/><category term="Memories of Yesterday"/><category term="Obsession"/><category term="Contests and Awards"/><category term="Fun Stuff"/><category term="Beauty and Health"/><category term="Letters"/><title type='text'>The Different Faces of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-2669575949547435014</id><published>2008-09-16T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:14:04.120+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><title type='text'>Step by Step Procedure on how to run multiply Yahoo ID in one PC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here&#39;s a step by step procedure on how to do it:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type=&quot;disc&quot;&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;Click on Start -&gt; Run… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;Type &lt;strong&gt;Regedit&lt;/strong&gt; in Run text box and hit enter to launch Registry Editor &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;Now, navigate to &lt;strong&gt;HKEY_CURRENT_USER &gt; Software &gt; Yahoo &gt; Pager &gt; Test&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;On the right pane, right click and click on &lt;strong&gt;New &gt; DWORD value&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;Rename the new registry key as &lt;strong&gt;Plural&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;Click the Plural key and change the 0 value into the number of&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yahoo sessions you want. Close the Registry. You are done. Now try opening multiple instances of yahoo messenger and login with multiple accounts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a file that updates the registry keys before I saw this one. =))&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://akosisansan.multiply.com/journal/item/8/Cool.._How_to_run_multiple_Yahoo_ID_in_one_PC_&quot;&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2669575949547435014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/2669575949547435014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2669575949547435014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2669575949547435014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/step-by-step-procedure-on-how-to-run.html' title='Step by Step Procedure on how to run multiply Yahoo ID in one PC.'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-3834460421007308899</id><published>2008-09-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:09:29.891+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession"/><title type='text'>With Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Wedding planned by &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;$200,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Island Honeymoon: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;$150,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Waking up next to &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;with feathers in your hair: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;font-size:6;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://forum.twilightersanonymous.com/index.php/topic,2436.0.html&quot;&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3834460421007308899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/3834460421007308899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3834460421007308899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3834460421007308899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-edward-cullen.html' title='With Edward Cullen'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-4437092752027530669</id><published>2008-09-16T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:38:53.045+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession"/><title type='text'>Favorite Lines From Breaking  Dawn</title><content type='html'>Some of the quotes/lines that I wanted from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&#39;re pregnant! You&#39;re pregnant, aren&#39;t you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&#39;ve never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what&#39;s best for &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Go to your happy place, Bella.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, Mike! How will I go on?&quot;             &lt;span class=&quot;postbody&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;postbody&quot;&gt;Alice: &quot;I&#39;ll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &quot;Why don&#39;t you just tell me who wins?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: &quot;I do. Excellent.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bella: &quot;Should I be afraid?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &quot;Terrified.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: &quot;My little nudger.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &quot;Sex was the key all along? Why didn&#39;t I think of that? I could have saved myself alot of arguments.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &quot;Forever and forever and forever.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett: &quot;If you don&#39;t send Edward out we&#39;re coming in after him!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: &quot;I&#39;ll meet you at the alter.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: &quot;Jasper? What do vampires do for batchelor parties? You&#39;re not taking him to a strip club are you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward: I&#39;ve been waiting a century to marry you, Miss Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward:&quot;Oh, for the love of all that&#39;s holy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward:&quot;Alice is an unstoppable force of nature.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacob:&quot;I&#39;m just here to be your friend. Your best friend, one last time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bella:&quot;If I don&#39;t have a better sense of equilibrium in my next life, I&#39;m demanding a refund.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward:&quot;I couldn&#39;t let you walk away from me,&quot; he explained in a low voice. &quot;It hurt just to imagine it.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice : &quot;She&#39;s going to be dazzling.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Edward : &quot;She always has been.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya: Ah, Edward, I&#39;ve missed you.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Tanya, you look good.&lt;br /&gt;Tanya: So do you.&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Let me introduce you to my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: Goodbye, Jacob, my brother... my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Forever and forever and forever&quot; he murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That sounds about right&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4437092752027530669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/4437092752027530669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/4437092752027530669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/4437092752027530669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/favorite-lines-from-breaking-dawn.html' title='Favorite Lines From Breaking  Dawn'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-2279528239973119098</id><published>2008-09-16T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:37:53.291+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession"/><title type='text'>Favorite Lines From Eclipse</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s the list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;So let&#39;s say my bad luck did crash the plane. What exactly were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; going to do about it?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Why is the plane crashing?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;The pilots are passed out drunk.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Easy. I&#39;d fly the plane.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Both engines have exploded and we&#39;re falling in a death spiral toward the earth.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;d wait till we were close enough to the ground, get a good grip on you, kick out the wall, and jump. Then I&#39;d run you back to the scene of the accident, and we&#39;d stumble around like the two luckiest survivors in history.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 88]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;ll be back so soon you won&#39;t have time to miss me. Look after my heart-I&#39;ve left it with you.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p.95]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;You&#39;re surprisingly adorable when you&#39;re jealous.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;..I Want you to know something-when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I&#39;m out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythincal creatures. Jacob is family. You are...well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existene. I don&#39;t care who&#39;s a werewolf and who&#39;s a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p.143]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Sleep my Bella. Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep, my only love.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p.195]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;The clouds I can handle. But I can&#39;t fight with an Eclipse&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 600]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;I love you, I want you. Right now.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;if there were any way for me to become human for you - no matter what the price was, i would pay it.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 273] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;and the sound of your heart, it&#39;s the most significant sound in my world. I&#39;m so attuned to it now, i swear i could pick it out from miles away. but neither of these things matter. this,&quot; he said, taking my face in his hands. &quot;you. that&#39;s what I&#39;m keeping. you&#39;ll always be my Bella, you&#39;ll just be a little more durable.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 274] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;i was that boy, who would have - as soon as i discovered that you were what i was looking for - gotten down on one knee and endeavored to secure your hand. i would have wanted you for eternity, even when the word didn&#39;t have the same connotations.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 277] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;I love you, but I&#39;m not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; love with you.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p.329]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;But if you ever bring her back damaged again--and I don&#39;t care whose fault it is; I don&#39;t care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head--if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that mongrel?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;And if you ever kiss her again, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt; break your jaw for her,&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;You might want to wait for her to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt; it, rather than trust your interpretation of body language--but it&#39;s your face.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p.340]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;she is mine.&quot; edward&#39;s low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. &quot;I didn&#39;t say i would fight fair.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;neither did i.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;best of luck.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;jacob nodded. &quot;yes, may the best man win.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;that sounds about right... pup.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 341] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmett grinned.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 102, 204);&quot;&gt; &quot;fall down again, bella?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i glared at him fiercely. &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;no, emmett, i punched a werewolf in the face.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 342] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;okay, look, edward,&quot;&lt;/span&gt; i whispered.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; &quot;here&#39;s the thing... I&#39;ve already gone crazy once. i know what my limits are. and i can&#39;t stand it if you leave me again.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 419] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;for this one night, could we try to forget everything besides just you and me?&quot;&lt;/span&gt; he&#39;d pleaded, unleashing the full force of his eyes on me.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt; &quot;it seems like i can never get enough time like that. i need to be with you. just you.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 435] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;my heart is just as silent,&quot; &lt;/span&gt;he mused.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt; &quot;and it, too, is yours.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 439] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;i coveted you.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; his smile darkened. &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;i had no right to want you - but i reached out and took you anyway. and now look what&#39;s become of you! trying to seduce a vampire.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 454-455] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;isabella swan?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;he looked up at me through his impossibly long lashes, his golden eyes soft, but, somehow, still scorching. &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;i promise to love you forever - every single day of forever. will you marry me?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 460] &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2279528239973119098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/2279528239973119098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2279528239973119098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2279528239973119098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/favorite-lines-from-eclipse.html' title='Favorite Lines From Eclipse'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6291899643066924301</id><published>2008-09-16T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:36:31.327+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession"/><title type='text'>Favorite Lines From New Moon</title><content type='html'>Here goes the list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Marry me first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;Okay. What&#39;s the punch line? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;You&#39;re wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you and you think it&#39;s a joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;Edward, please be serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;I am one hundred percent serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;Oh c&#39;mon! I&#39;m only eighteen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;And I&#39;m nearly one hundred and ten. It&#39;s time I settled down&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Life is complicated.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 102, 51);&quot;&gt;&quot;And girls are cruel.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bella and Mike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;Are you the vampire girl?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Yes. Are you the wolf girl?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;how can i put this so that you&#39;ll believe me? You&#39;re not asleep, and you&#39;re not dead. I&#39;m here, and I love you. I hape always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn&#39;t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 510]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Right and wrong have ceased to mean much to me. I was coming back anyway. Before Rosalie told me the news, I was already past trying to live through one week at a time, or even one day. I was fighting to make it through a single hour. It was only a matter of time--and not much of it--before I showed up at your window and begged you to take me back. I&#39;d be happy to beg now, if you&#39;d like that.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 514]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;“Which is tempting you more, my blood or my body?” &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6291899643066924301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6291899643066924301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6291899643066924301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6291899643066924301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/favorite-lines-from-new-moon.html' title='Favorite Lines From New Moon'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-3662392758041032587</id><published>2008-09-16T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:32:57.429+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession"/><title type='text'>Favorite Lines From Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s go a list of my favorite Twilight Quotes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;“Am I annoying you?” &lt;/span&gt;he asked. He sounded amused.&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at him without thinking…and told the truth again.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; “Not exactly, I’m more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read—my mother always calls me her open book.” &lt;/span&gt;I frowned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;“On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 50]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;“You think I regret saving your life?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; “I know you do,” &lt;/span&gt;I snapped.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;“You don’t know anything.”&lt;/span&gt; He was defenitely mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 75]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;It would be more... prudent for you not to be my friend.&quot; he explained. &quot;But I&#39;m tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;[p. 84] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Do I dazzle you?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Frequently.&quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 168] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Why didn&#39;t you want to leave?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;It makes me... anxious... to be away from you.&quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 188] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Bella, I couldn&#39;t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don&#39;t know how it&#39;s tortured me.&quot; He looked down, ashamed again. &quot;The thought of you, still, white, cold... to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses... it would be unendurable.&quot; He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. &quot;You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 273] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t be self-conscious,&quot;&lt;/span&gt; he whispered in my ear. &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;If i could dream at all, it would be about you, and I&#39;m not ashamed of it.&quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 294] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;For almost ninety years, I&#39;ve walked among my kind, and yours... all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren&#39;t alive yet.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 304] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;I love you,&quot;&lt;/span&gt; I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;You are my life now,&quot;&lt;/span&gt; he answered simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 314]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Will you be?&quot;&lt;/span&gt; I asked, suddenly anxious. &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;Will you really be here?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;As long as you want me.&lt;/span&gt;&quot; he assured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;ll always want you.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; I warned him.&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt; &quot;Forever.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[p. 318] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;And so the lion fell in love with the lamb&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;What a stupid lamb&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&quot;What a sick masochistic lion&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;[chapter 13]&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3662392758041032587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/3662392758041032587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3662392758041032587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3662392758041032587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/favorite-lines-from-twilight.html' title='Favorite Lines From Twilight'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-2716631869849935879</id><published>2008-09-16T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:29:54.986+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession"/><title type='text'>You know you’re obsessed with Twilight when…</title><content type='html'>You know you’re obsessed with Twilight when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When someone says “This is made of Velvet” you touch it while thinking (or saying) “So this is what Edward’s voice feels like”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You listen for Twilight related words so much that if someone mentions something that is LIKE something in the book, your mind immediately goes to Twilight. An example of this would be if someone says “Spoons” and you think of “Forks” or if someone says “Edwin”  you immediately think of Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Someone mentions a word like “pickles” and adds that it’s just about the only thing that doesn’t remind them of Twilight. You then associate pickles with Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You are envious of Alice and Edward because they both knew what happened in Breaking Dawn before you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When you WANT to hear voices in your head. After all, when Bella went insane, she heard Edward.&lt;br /&gt;· You decide blaming everything on yourself is a good thing. After all, you like following Edward’s example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Cliff diving sounds like a creditable sport and completely safe… As long as Jacob Black is there to rescue you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You want to go cliff diving during a hurricane wind in a hope that Jacob (or another werewolf) will be there to save you. Going cliff diving in La Push gives you extra points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When someone mentions a time of day that is NOT the title of one of the books and you think of Twilight. (Emgeal mentioned this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Blood is mentioned and you immediately think of Twilight. This can be anything from someone getting a blood transfusion to saying the communion prayer at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You have canceled all activities on the 2nd of August to read Breaking Dawn and in December when the movie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You visit the zoo and see the bears/wolves. Rather than think how cute or fierce they are, you imagine one of the Cullens making a meal out of the wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When you hear thunder, you think of vampires playing baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When someone mentions a tracker you think that a vampire would do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· If someone says “fire”, “Ice”, or both  you feel the need to mention Edward and Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When someone mentions Romeo and Juliet you only know what it is because of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· While reading Romeo and Juliet you imagine the Twilight characters rather than the real ones. For instance, Romeo=Edward, Juliet=Bella, Paris=Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You refuse to date someone named Mike because he’s too normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· After watching a major league baseball game you find it tame. After all, it’s not nearly so interesting as barely seeing the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You’d never heard of Wuthering Heights before reading Eclipse, but after reading Eclipse you have decided it is one of your favorite books… Before you read it. (Same goes for Romeo and Juliet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When you teacher mentioned Switzerland in class, you couldn’t help telling them that Bella Swan was Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When you were told you were wrong, you insist that New Moon told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When told New Moon is a fiction book you argue with “But –insert your favorite character’s name here- must be real!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You understand that Switzerland is neutral only because Bella supposedly won’t pick between vampires and werewolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You have heated debates about what country that makes Jacob and Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You call guys named Edward “Cullen Impersonators”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You tell your boyfriend that it’s the “in” thing to go over 100 MPH on the highway at all times and threaten to break up with him if he refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You find yourself having more discussions about Twilight then you do about your day, friends, family, and self put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You take a trip to Italy in search for where the Volturri live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Better yet, you look as hard as you can in a hope you’ll see one of the characters- even if it means becoming vampire chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You plan a vacation to go to every place mentioned in the books. This means Forks, Phoenix, Alaska, Volterra, Switzerland, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You go to La Push and try to make the locals as angry as you can in a hope they turn into werewolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· When they don’t, you decide they must have REALLY good self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You try to get arrested in Forks. After all, if the chief policeman really is Charlie, Bella and Edward aren’t far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Whenever you hear a song about romance you think of Bella and Edward. Double points if you hear a song about someone not being loved back and think of Jacob. Triple points if you can match every romance song in existence with Twilight in some way or form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· On your eighteenth birthday you purposefully cut yourself hoping a vampire will try and attack you (and then of course that you’ll be saved by Edward).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Every year you have a birthday past seventeen you throw a temper tantrum about how everyone else is immortal but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You deny ever turning beyond eighteen. You can’t be too old for Edward and Jacob, how terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You spend more effort and time rooting for a character (especially a side character) then you do on activities like reading the books, doing your homework, and taking care of your pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You become a doctor just in case you run into Carlisle in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You only go to school on non-sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You ask your parents to move to the rainiest, least sunny place of all because of this (double points if you now want to live in Forks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You insist on moving someplace sunny while still only going to school on cloudy days. When your parents try to make you go, you claim you are a vampire and too beautiful to disrupt the human world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You insist on lurking in the shadows when your parents make you go. You also wear heavy eyeliner to make the dark shadows under your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You buy a full Cullen outfit. This includes colored contacts (amber and black for when you are “hungry”), lots of eye shadow, foundation three shades too light for your skin, and expensive clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You style your hair exactly like a character in the book. If someone can’t guess whom you’re mimicking, you burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· You start to do dangerous things whenever the opportunity arises in a hope you’ll hear Edward’s voice, angry at you for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://fullofsecrets.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Obsession-2-91827817</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2716631869849935879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/2716631869849935879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2716631869849935879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2716631869849935879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-youre-obsessed-with-twilight.html' title='You know you’re obsessed with Twilight when…'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-1489804431014584209</id><published>2008-09-16T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:26:24.481+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems and Quotations"/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day 32</title><content type='html'>Cinderella walked with one slipper alone...&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass...&lt;br /&gt;Belle fell in love with a hideous beast...&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas risked her life for a feast...&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin could have had anyone but instead chose a poor man...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Ariel walked for the first time on land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOR LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all about facing your biggest fears and not letting the moment pass you by. Live your own fairy tale, create your own happy ending.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1489804431014584209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/1489804431014584209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/1489804431014584209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/1489804431014584209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day-32.html' title='Quote of the Day 32'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-8523678902386534029</id><published>2008-09-16T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:25:08.814+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><title type='text'>The Friendship Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;RESPECT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Treat your friend the way you would like to be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Friends DON&#39;T push you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * If your friend wants to try a new sport, but you do not like that sport, do not take her out of it just because you do not like it. Try to see the alternative side(s).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Always ask them what they want to do if they are your guest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Don&#39;t argue with their choice of boyfriend. Even if you hate the guy, respect your friend&#39;s feelings for him. Loophole = unless you know that they are a player; then you tell your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * You need to be able to talk freely, be able to act like yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Friends should respect everything about each other: fashions, possessions, decisions, religions, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Don&#39;t think that you&#39;re better than your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;TRUST AND HONESTY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * A friend can&#39;t talk trash about you behind your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Never start talkin&#39; about something and then say... ohh never mind I can&#39;t tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Tell them when something is wrong with their physical appearance (such as a booger).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Keep secrets, or its mutually assured destruction. (...unless your friend is doing something dangerous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * No breaking promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Don&#39;t steal my stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * If you know what you are going to tell them will hurt them but you have to tell them, choose your words VERY carefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Before you do something that you think s/he won&#39;t like, like dating his &#39;X,&#39; ask if it&#39;s ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;    * Don&#39;t lie to them, tell them what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ 1 rule is NEVER ditch a friend 4 a date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ Never ruin your friendship over a girl/guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ Friends are forever and boyfriend&#39;s/girlfriend&#39;s aren&#39;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ Never ever make your friend chose between their boyfriend or girlfriend and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ Never date the boy/girl that your friend has a huge crush on unless they are over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ If your friend is going out with sum1, do not try to break them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ Never like your friend&#39;s boyfriend, and if you can&#39;t help it, then keep that thought to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;+ Don&#39;t change who you are for a guy/girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Source: http://aubreymcarey.multiply.com/journal/item/27/friendship_code&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8523678902386534029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/8523678902386534029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/8523678902386534029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/8523678902386534029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship-code.html' title='The Friendship Code'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6532705747526307624</id><published>2008-09-09T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:03:33.923+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Graphic and Arts"/><title type='text'>The Volturri Signature</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Twilight, I made another signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg100/datsndee/Signatures/thevolturi-deeanne.gif&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6532705747526307624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-3424382818909648615</id><published>2008-08-26T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:00:09.914+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><title type='text'>21 Things Girls Don&#39;t Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;You HAVE to read all of them and if you don&#39;t your going to come across with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;insertedphoto&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;in your relationship for the next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln1&quot;&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep,&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln2&quot;&gt;2) &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Guys are more emotional&lt;/span&gt; then you think, if they loved you at one point, it&#39;ll take them a lot longer than you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl&#39;s smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln4&quot;&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln5&quot;&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like &quot;You know what?..uh...nevermind..&quot; would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he&#39;ll assume he did something wrong and he&#39;ll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln6&quot;&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don&#39;t need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln7&quot;&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln8&quot;&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln9&quot;&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;. If a guy uses that, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln10&quot;&gt;10) If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln11&quot;&gt;11) If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he&#39;s probably faking it and he is really thinking about something..&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln13&quot;&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln14&quot;&gt;13) When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he&#39;s just actually saying, &quot;Please come and listen to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln15&quot;&gt;14) If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn&#39;t happen that often, so when it does, you know something&#39;s up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln17&quot;&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he&#39;s definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln18&quot;&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln19&quot;&gt;17) A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl&#39;s mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln21&quot;&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He&#39;s just too stubborn to admit it. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;(korek!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln22&quot;&gt;19) &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;NOT ALL&lt;/span&gt; GUYS ARE RUDE!!!&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln23&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Just because ONE is RUDE doesnt mean he represents ALL of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln24&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;20) WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; id=&quot;ln25&quot;&gt;21)Even if you dump a guy&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png&quot; /&gt; months ago and he loved you he probably still does and&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life .. &lt;img src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://joywena.multiply.com/journal/item/2/21_Things_Girls_Dont_Realize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3424382818909648615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/3424382818909648615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3424382818909648615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3424382818909648615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/21-things-girls-dont-realize.html' title='21 Things Girls Don&#39;t Realize'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-59730237511536539</id><published>2008-08-24T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:58:33.518+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Myself and I"/><title type='text'>What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bg style=&quot;color:#eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Love Color is Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/black.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gets to know you, they still make feel a bit intimidated by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are alluring and sexy, but you have a dark, dangerous side that you don&#39;t hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like your color suggests, you are sophisticated and wise - especially when it comes to men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is hard to win over. You don&#39;t fall in love easily... or often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/&quot;&gt;What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/59730237511536539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/59730237511536539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/59730237511536539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/59730237511536539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-your-lucky-love-color-tell.html' title='What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6562535981234295037</id><published>2008-08-24T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:53:11.097+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Myself and I"/><title type='text'>What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bg style=&quot;color:#eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/mint-chocolate-chip.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative. Expressive. Unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamgirlareyouquiz/&quot;&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6562535981234295037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6562535981234295037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6562535981234295037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6562535981234295037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-flavor-ice-cream-girl-are-you.html' title='What Flavor Ice Cream Girl Are You?'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-680151894075378042</id><published>2008-08-24T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:47:54.418+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Myself and I"/><title type='text'>Face Your Manga!</title><content type='html'>A friend showed me this site and I tried to make one for myself. Its really cute to make your avatar online.. Uh, Im not as good as the others but I try to make the it the same as to what they look like in person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here&#39;s mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg100/datsndee/faceyourmanga/dee.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/680151894075378042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/680151894075378042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/680151894075378042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/680151894075378042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/face-your-manga.html' title='Face Your Manga!'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg100/datsndee/faceyourmanga/th_dee.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6767238665865377676</id><published>2008-08-24T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:26:56.828+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Me Myself and I"/><title type='text'>What Element is Your Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;350&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; bg style=&quot;color:#eeeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/&quot;&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6767238665865377676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6767238665865377676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6767238665865377676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6767238665865377676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-element-is-your-love.html' title='What Element is Your Love?'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-3904855935925243162</id><published>2008-08-20T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:00:08.525+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music and Lyrics"/><title type='text'>Cat and Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Cat and Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;By: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly we tremble tonight,&lt;br /&gt;picture perfect fading smiles are all that&#39;s left in site,&lt;br /&gt;I said I&#39;d never leave you&#39;ll never change&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not satisfied with where I&#39;m at in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;When all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;When all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;You said, you said that you would die for me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to grow old,&lt;br /&gt;believe me there was truth in all those stories that I told.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a simple game cat and mouse are we the same people as before this came to light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;when all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;with all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;You said, you said that you would die for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must live for me too&#39;...&lt;br /&gt;For me too...yeah, yeah…&lt;br /&gt;You said that you would die for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;with all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;when all I ever wanted, it comes with a price&lt;br /&gt;You said, you said that you would die for me...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3904855935925243162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/3904855935925243162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3904855935925243162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/3904855935925243162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/cat-and-mouse.html' title='Cat and Mouse'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-1567624798898771896</id><published>2008-08-19T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:47:07.342+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems and Quotations"/><title type='text'>Quote of the day 31</title><content type='html'>&quot;Never assume, never expect, never demand...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three basic principles to which you should remember in a relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Love more, expect less, get hurt, cry, then love even more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live by this, live thru this and eventually you&#39;ll realize that...&lt;br /&gt;Loving is being able to give more when you have nothing left...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1567624798898771896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/1567624798898771896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/1567624798898771896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/1567624798898771896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-31.html' title='Quote of the day 31'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6269984656314537872</id><published>2008-08-19T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:42:00.411+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories of Yesterday"/><title type='text'>Memories of Yesterday: Chinese All Souls Day</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, we celebrated the Chinese All Souls Day. Early that morning we were starting to prepare the food and the chinese papers that were believed to be money in the next life. We prepared 10 different dishes and prayed for the souls of our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxg0yXWdMCVU5iljMq_ooa7oWXipk3H9ZAq3eMCRKcMBdFdeoouQRWd7E4hakdU3yqltwib6fDcgTJurYysZ3St0KeOkOK_WJ-DieZswFyMDdXjFK9DCRg9hijg-j28VAsu4Id3N_kQvee/s1600-h/alay.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxg0yXWdMCVU5iljMq_ooa7oWXipk3H9ZAq3eMCRKcMBdFdeoouQRWd7E4hakdU3yqltwib6fDcgTJurYysZ3St0KeOkOK_WJ-DieZswFyMDdXjFK9DCRg9hijg-j28VAsu4Id3N_kQvee/s320/alay.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236115032131039986&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41x0FgAhoG4472_UVzDEGsiZT_zR35eQUBaUYFOWvcMpSeX8LnE7qSZfJdfglmpaqBqjcQinJjIpnCA3IyBcSst6dR0FrFAqaGsacr2B5wUYAUbSoM0A8efSV0zaXpfDLVF7IHJ0Z-dZh/s1600-h/alay2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41x0FgAhoG4472_UVzDEGsiZT_zR35eQUBaUYFOWvcMpSeX8LnE7qSZfJdfglmpaqBqjcQinJjIpnCA3IyBcSst6dR0FrFAqaGsacr2B5wUYAUbSoM0A8efSV0zaXpfDLVF7IHJ0Z-dZh/s320/alay2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236115039560307202&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a very tiring day! I don&#39;t know if all of these traditions are true but still we continue to do it. My relatives would be really really mad if we don&#39;t follow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6269984656314537872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6269984656314537872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6269984656314537872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6269984656314537872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/memories-of-yesterday-chinese-all-souls.html' title='Memories of Yesterday: Chinese All Souls Day'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxg0yXWdMCVU5iljMq_ooa7oWXipk3H9ZAq3eMCRKcMBdFdeoouQRWd7E4hakdU3yqltwib6fDcgTJurYysZ3St0KeOkOK_WJ-DieZswFyMDdXjFK9DCRg9hijg-j28VAsu4Id3N_kQvee/s72-c/alay.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-2019644945426643869</id><published>2008-08-15T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:06:25.171+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Contests and Awards"/><title type='text'>Briliante Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I got this award from &lt;a href=&quot;http://manunulat-ako.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Frustrated Writer&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks a lot for this award! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAshdlEyuHrMxJDLA2EXXNWH1uKJNx_bf1xbdkl1SVpiVs3bPaUENm2WB0vqG_VJABW7nerC0jBN_XAZnysp3oF_qKz8OalttIkBPTLyXPi4xR2PWGQCIauOp7QUJJ6uc5i_CewqgsihGa/s1600-h/BrillanteWeblog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAshdlEyuHrMxJDLA2EXXNWH1uKJNx_bf1xbdkl1SVpiVs3bPaUENm2WB0vqG_VJABW7nerC0jBN_XAZnysp3oF_qKz8OalttIkBPTLyXPi4xR2PWGQCIauOp7QUJJ6uc5i_CewqgsihGa/s400/BrillanteWeblog.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234288805277973746&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The above recipients of the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Brillante Weblog&lt;/span&gt; are welcomed to put the Logo on their personal Blogs and have the honor of passing this award to seven other bloggers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Here are the rules for passing on the award:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1. Put the logo on your Blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;3. Nominate at least seven other Blogs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;4. Add links to those Blogs on your Blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;5. Leave a message for your nominee on their Blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Okay, I&#39;ll list the people I nominate for this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;1. &lt;a href=&quot;http://dakilangtambay.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Dakilang Tambay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;2. &lt;a href=&quot;http://princessyrose.evilwoobie.com/&quot;&gt;Princess Yrose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;3. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tchel.com/&quot;&gt;TwinkleToe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;4. &lt;a href=&quot;http://chixstix.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Chixy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;5. &lt;a href=&quot;http://sweet-teardrops.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Frances (DEAR!!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;6. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beautifulandhappy.com/&quot;&gt;Maline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;7. &lt;a href=&quot;http://sweetsen08.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Shobe Kaye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2019644945426643869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/2019644945426643869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2019644945426643869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2019644945426643869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/briliante-award.html' title='Briliante Award'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAshdlEyuHrMxJDLA2EXXNWH1uKJNx_bf1xbdkl1SVpiVs3bPaUENm2WB0vqG_VJABW7nerC0jBN_XAZnysp3oF_qKz8OalttIkBPTLyXPi4xR2PWGQCIauOp7QUJJ6uc5i_CewqgsihGa/s72-c/BrillanteWeblog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-2357763012115846753</id><published>2008-08-13T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:47:13.261+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><title type='text'>Food Trip at RoadHouse</title><content type='html'>Today is friday and its PAY DAY! That&#39;s one of the reasons why I am looking forward to this day. Although I am not feeling well today I went to the office early. We had our breakfast get togther with the other employees of this company. During our lunch break, our office mate ,Maureen, invited us for a lunch out. We were suppose to eat at Contis but we were still to wait for a long time.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; Biruin mo ba naman pang 9th pa kami maghihintay. So we decided to look for another restaurant.&lt;/span&gt; Cindi suggested the roadhouse. She told us that the food there is good. So we all went there to check out their food and found out that Cindi was right. The food is oh-so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a picture of the meal I ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOfqXc0lfuFCiLnEzVu9g39POcVj2ujqRiZLZI0PooS1_bGpMxI4v4oz9huM51DzpYnx_V38-OCxn6xSk8yINZhEWjyGRIv0CUxFWbhV2-Jz5bNvPwkVyFJ3v8U5Kgkj60Uj88Kwqr0VE/s1600-h/Memories056.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOfqXc0lfuFCiLnEzVu9g39POcVj2ujqRiZLZI0PooS1_bGpMxI4v4oz9huM51DzpYnx_V38-OCxn6xSk8yINZhEWjyGRIv0CUxFWbhV2-Jz5bNvPwkVyFJ3v8U5Kgkj60Uj88Kwqr0VE/s320/Memories056.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234632133417416626&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till our next food trip! ^_^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2357763012115846753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/2357763012115846753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2357763012115846753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2357763012115846753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-trip-at-roadhouse.html' title='Food Trip at RoadHouse'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOfqXc0lfuFCiLnEzVu9g39POcVj2ujqRiZLZI0PooS1_bGpMxI4v4oz9huM51DzpYnx_V38-OCxn6xSk8yINZhEWjyGRIv0CUxFWbhV2-Jz5bNvPwkVyFJ3v8U5Kgkj60Uj88Kwqr0VE/s72-c/Memories056.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6201033330295949131</id><published>2008-08-13T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:10:56.073+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><title type='text'>Dilemma at Work</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite a day, it is both tiring and a boring day. I was the one who installed the HCM in the two virtual machines --- the web server and the application server. It was fun that I could apply what I learned in the training. I was a little bothered at work thinking about the upcoming judgement day. Will I be able to stay here in the company or will I just start up my own business just like what my dad likes? I enjoy working here because of my friends. I really love being with them and spending time with them makes me feel like I have a new siblings. Working at this big company is a big challenge for me. But having a boss like what I have now is making me want to give up. I know I shouldn&#39;t. But I fear that his favoritism takes place then I would be left out with no good projects at all. Oh, life! Its really difficult as it seems. I  really want to grow with this kind of business and I wanted to learn but its really hard. So I guess, I&#39;ll just leave it to fate. What is destined is destined to be no matter how I do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish someday, everything&#39;s going to be fine. And that I would still be a successful businesswoman as I dream to be...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6201033330295949131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6201033330295949131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6201033330295949131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6201033330295949131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilemma-at-work.html' title='Dilemma at Work'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-2381832958426626579</id><published>2008-08-12T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:07:24.411+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><title type='text'>Baking Day!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day at work. We&#39;ve been busy with the installation and I have to hurry to go home. Well, I was excited because I will be able to bake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived our house I checked all the ingredients to be used and prepared for dinner. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(sympre dinner muna noh! haha)&lt;/span&gt; After dinner, my brother and I started to bake. I actually showed him how to make my cookies so that he could do it if mommy wants to have those cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(haha! ang daya eh noh... nagturo lang para may proxy na taga gawa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the cookies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIGzc_gCWthxPEsceXp-sUM6TIyYCraNh_RYzcCGsv62Y-lfFKXgVdJlgbfxBKkK8DbqlcW7LXuO4UfVdm8vM2aV0dY1HDWQdIJvdxBWahX-Jo8CrjnTPeXoMrx5xBc8Bc10fWaERT9Du/s1600-h/Memories087.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIGzc_gCWthxPEsceXp-sUM6TIyYCraNh_RYzcCGsv62Y-lfFKXgVdJlgbfxBKkK8DbqlcW7LXuO4UfVdm8vM2aV0dY1HDWQdIJvdxBWahX-Jo8CrjnTPeXoMrx5xBc8Bc10fWaERT9Du/s200/Memories087.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233553188970888578&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZYhJ61Ehaqtt-CXDgn0Wv0vlo6D9Bvg7r2k4dUy4vpzJlT6b4J6FVfwI3Oi2uPxbbovWKJsS-lHNmD2_3xAo1KF4E35NR_Ses_pXC2qNiLcFEK5hTZZ2HlfvOk1gi4QZHDA9rWEe3xfK/s1600-h/Memories088.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZYhJ61Ehaqtt-CXDgn0Wv0vlo6D9Bvg7r2k4dUy4vpzJlT6b4J6FVfwI3Oi2uPxbbovWKJsS-lHNmD2_3xAo1KF4E35NR_Ses_pXC2qNiLcFEK5hTZZ2HlfvOk1gi4QZHDA9rWEe3xfK/s200/Memories088.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233553191588791346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhv57pQv8KET4dO7NYJDJGnHb5UlnIr8bNg3FHr7RtVpCoJZYX1E4IPfFR4JSoSqEbJYuhtN23VVhAly4Q596V7PijHGz1WKHzSWZDnBrR13ka_hBS2bchMl1VkF6USaRObU4PSFd9w7JX/s1600-h/Memories089.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhv57pQv8KET4dO7NYJDJGnHb5UlnIr8bNg3FHr7RtVpCoJZYX1E4IPfFR4JSoSqEbJYuhtN23VVhAly4Q596V7PijHGz1WKHzSWZDnBrR13ka_hBS2bchMl1VkF6USaRObU4PSFd9w7JX/s200/Memories089.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233553202621590354&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;haha wla lng hindi pa gaano maaus pgkakamold k nian ng cookies excited lng ako mgpicture.. lol&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2381832958426626579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/2381832958426626579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2381832958426626579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/2381832958426626579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/baking-day.html' title='Baking Day!'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcIGzc_gCWthxPEsceXp-sUM6TIyYCraNh_RYzcCGsv62Y-lfFKXgVdJlgbfxBKkK8DbqlcW7LXuO4UfVdm8vM2aV0dY1HDWQdIJvdxBWahX-Jo8CrjnTPeXoMrx5xBc8Bc10fWaERT9Du/s72-c/Memories087.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6200284341021157004</id><published>2008-08-05T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:12:00.251+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary"/><title type='text'>What a Difficult Life!</title><content type='html'>Life as they say is difficult. It can give you different weird emotions. It can make you happy or sad --you do not know what it could bring you depending on the situation. As they say, it is a mystery to solve for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only 23 years old but I can say that life has been pretty tough. There are times that I would want to give up but thinking of my loved ones makes me want to go on. I don&#39;t want them to feel betrayed by leaving them all behind. Right now, my family is having a difficult time. We are still recovering from the damages that life has gave us. I know, its our destiny and that these trials that are given to us are just trials to make us stronger. But when will this end? My family and siblings are very well affected. Sometimes I&#39;d wish that all of our problems would go away. Well, it did not. I guess I have to pray harder. Hard enough for my wish to be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early today, I received a not-so-good news from my boyfriend. They are having their family financial problems too. Why do this have to happen? We&#39;re all people working hard to make a living but there are these people who can&#39;t get hold of their own lives and destroy other people&#39;s lives. &lt;i&gt; ewan ko ba! naiinis na ako sa government naten.wala na silang ibang gnwa kundi manghut hut ng pera sa mga tao. as if naman may nagagawa silang mgnda. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know how all of this has to end. I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to do something.. but I don&#39;t know how. All I can do is to be strong.. not only for him but for my family too. I know they&#39;ll be needing me more..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6200284341021157004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6200284341021157004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6200284341021157004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6200284341021157004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-difficult-life.html' title='What a Difficult Life!'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-7065829905141208578</id><published>2008-08-05T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:29:16.276+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems and Quotations"/><title type='text'>Quote of the day 30</title><content type='html'>A big jar full of water gets emptied by just a small hole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single pain could drain all the happiness of a loving heart..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7065829905141208578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/7065829905141208578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/7065829905141208578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/7065829905141208578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day-30.html' title='Quote of the day 30'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1340266438779950781.post-6788106085090110776</id><published>2008-08-05T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:18:32.544+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Anything Goes"/><title type='text'>Permission to Date My Daughter (in the future)</title><content type='html'>I got this from a friend&#39;s multiply. Just thought of posting it here for the future. This is for my future baby (lol, i have not thought of having one.. not any soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial,helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;_____________________________&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;DATE OF BIRTH&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________ IQ __________ GPA _________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY #______________  DRIVERS LICENSE #____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;CITY/STATE ____________________________  ZIP______ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have parents?                     ___Yes  ___No&lt;br /&gt;Is one male and the other female?     ___Yes  ___No&lt;br /&gt;If No, explain: _______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of years they have been married _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If less than your age, explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Do you own or have access to a van?                      __Yes  __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. A truck with oversized tires?                                 &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;__Yes  __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. A waterbed?                                                           __Yes  __No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. A pickup with a mattress in the back?                      __Yes  __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. A tattoo?                                                                __Yes  __No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Do you have an earring, nose ring,                            __Yes  __No&lt;br /&gt;  pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU ANSWERED &#39;YES&#39; TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY.  I SUGGEST RUNNING.) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESSAY SECTION:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does &lt;b&gt;&#39;LATE&#39;&lt;/b&gt; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does &lt;b&gt;&#39;DON&#39;T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER&#39;&lt;/b&gt;  mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 50 words or less, what does &lt;b&gt;&#39;ABSTINENCE&#39;&lt;/b&gt; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church you attend ___________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often you attend ________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would be the best time to interview your:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      father? ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      mother? ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      pastor? ____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT-ANSWER SECTION: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer by filling in the blank.  Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: A woman&#39;s place is in the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. What do you want to do IF you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ecyshortcuts&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;HILLARY CLINTON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; KISS TORTURE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Applicant&#39;s Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________      ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Mother&#39;s Signature                                            Father&#39;s Signature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________      ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi                                          State Representative/Congressman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be contacted in writing if you are approved.  Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can&#39;t, and it would cause you injury).  If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare yourself, start studying&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&#39;s Rules for Dating.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s Rules for Dating&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your dad&#39;s rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you&#39;re a guy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule One:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pull into my driveway and honk you&#39;d better be delivering a package, because you&#39;re surely not picking anything up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Two:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter&#39;s body, I will remove them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Three:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don&#39;t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Four:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sure you&#39;ve been told that in today&#39;s world, sex without utilizing a &#39;Barrier method&#39; of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rule Five:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: &#39;early.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Six:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Seven:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the &lt;span class=&quot;ecyshortcuts&quot;&gt;Golden Gate&lt;/span&gt; Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don&#39;t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Eight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, &lt;span class=&quot;ecyshortcuts&quot;&gt;tank tops&lt;/span&gt;, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Nine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule Ten:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my &lt;span class=&quot;ecyshortcuts&quot;&gt;Agent Orange&lt;/span&gt; starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6788106085090110776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1340266438779950781/6788106085090110776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6788106085090110776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1340266438779950781/posts/default/6788106085090110776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babydeeanne.blogspot.com/2008/08/permission-to-date-my-daughter-in.html' title='Permission to Date My Daughter (in the future)'/><author><name>Deeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13347475628001740447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>