<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te amo`</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113604496021678782</id><published>2006-12-01T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T08:02:40.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT'S SO CLOSE TO 2006!&lt;br /&gt;I daresay I'm the most excited person in this house! OMG! I think 2006 would hold a seriously year of opportunities to succeed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE! I'm so fucking excited! AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYNNIE'S GON' COUNT DOWN WITH ME FROM HER T.V (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it is my first New Year in Australia, so I've no idea what special activities are gon' happen juz that heaps of people are gon' get drunk and there's a double demerit penalty now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I'm gonna wait like 9 minutes and actually count down while blogging! WHOOTS! How super hot! Yeah.. So let's wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, was too caught up in the moment to count down properly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 2006 WHOOTS! WHOOTS! WHOOTS! NEW YEAR! WHOOTS! WHOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S ALL GET DRUNK! WHOOTS! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL AND HAPPY 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BABYDOLL;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113604496021678782?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113604496021678782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113604496021678782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113604496021678782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113604496021678782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113638290016312976</id><published>2006-01-04T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:55:00.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="www.babyydoll.diary-x.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113638290016312976?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113638290016312976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113638290016312976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113638290016312976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113638290016312976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2006/01/click-here.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113638275282023290</id><published>2006-01-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:52:32.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyydoll.diary-x.com"&gt;http://www.babyydoll.diary-x.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loveangelmusicbaby (go figure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113638275282023290?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113638275282023290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113638275282023290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113638275282023290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113638275282023290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-blog-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113638104950699232</id><published>2006-01-04T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T05:24:09.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babyydoll.diary-x.com"&gt;http://www.babyydoll.diary-x.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She misses youu (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loveangelmusicbaby (go figure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113638104950699232?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113638104950699232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113638104950699232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113638104950699232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113638104950699232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2006/01/moved-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113558463067593054</id><published>2005-12-26T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:10:30.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was Christmas yesterday, and I got a present from my aunt (which is the only relative I have here, kinda sad 'cause I used to get heaps more presents ): ). It was like this cosmetic set thing (: It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had this barbie with all these food.. Heh. It was alright, and I had a little vodka mixed with orange juice and soda. My cousin said I was drunk, but I couldn't be, because I was totally aware of what was happening.. I was just laughing like some crazy hyena. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm. I had alot of post on my blog (: WHICH IS MAKING ME SUPERLY HAPPY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Rachel Honey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I havn't got the card yet, but I expect I will soon (: I'll keep it super safe, and will try to produce it for you when we see each other again (: Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Vera Dearest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy 2006 to you too! &lt;/em&gt;I'm sure you won't forget to see me again(:  You better don't though. I don't want to end up as the only person waiting there like some idiot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Erica Sweets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sweetie. I'll give you a ring some time alrights? You gotta understand Carmen is terribly broke and calling you guys just makes the hole in my pocket larger.. Poor Carmen. Haha. Maybe we should.. Maybe we shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Li'l Comfort, Lynn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas, Hon! &lt;/em&gt;Awww, if everyone had to have someone appointed as their Li'l Comfort, I'll be sure to look for you (:  ILOVE you too darling, and I'll give you your present one day. Just wait for it, darling, and it'll come alrights? It's gon' be a ddarn expensive present.. Wan' help me lift the load? I mean, gee, the air fares are so ruddy expensive.. And lodging.. Haha. I'll stop there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Belated Christmas for 2005 to All You Angels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling so full of love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Just thinking of love, TRUE FRIENDS are friends who tell you the truth, even if it sounds horrid, but they'd always make it sound good. They would encourage you to do the right things, or things like trying a new hairstyle, without critisizing you. True friends won't make you feel bad for who you are, or what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY LOVE YOU FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was for a special someone who I'm currently not very jolly towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BabyDoll;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113558463067593054?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113558463067593054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113558463067593054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113558463067593054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113558463067593054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_26.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113530952771193131</id><published>2005-12-23T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:45:27.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wan' say something to all the 6SE`o5 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T THINK WE SHOULD MEET AGAIN WHEN WE'RE 21 YEARS OLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well, simply because I have major doubts about us even being able to keep in touch. It's only been a few months since I've been away, but I don't know.. It's like I don't feel like we're that 'united' anymore. Maybe it's just me, but like no one seems to want to talk to me. I ring someone up, and they're like oh, it's you. Uh, I gotta go? Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, how when we're in primary six, everyone's like we're gon' stay together forever, I won't ever forget you, but that's really wishful thinking.. Isn't it? I mean like, we're all going our seperate ways now. Some of us in different secondary schools. That' s the first step. Maybe next year, 75% of the class would turn up for the annual class gathering. The year after, maybe 50%. Then after, it's just gon' get less and less, you aren't gonna bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us would be going to JC, and then the others to Poly. There's reallly when we start getting new friends, and P6 would be a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't gon' stay together forever. We might even forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BabyDoll;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113530952771193131?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113530952771193131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113530952771193131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113530952771193131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113530952771193131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_23.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113524913637419554</id><published>2005-12-22T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:58:56.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Maddy, Jordan and Ben didn't turn up to the movies after all. What a bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. And I was kinda disappointed by the Harry Potter movie. It was kinda crap. I expected it to be much better. My hopes were kinda crashed though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much has been happening, so this is gon' be a SUPERSHORT post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABYDOLL;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113524913637419554?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113524913637419554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113524913637419554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113524913637419554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113524913637419554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_22.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113447185122893085</id><published>2005-12-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T03:04:11.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the movies, everything is going not THAT smoothly, but smooth enough ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&amp; Ben can't make it, and yesterday, Maddy thought she couldn't make it. But all's well now. Maddy's coming ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've decided what I'm going to wear already (" The description below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue, pink and green tube (mostly blue) with dark blue jeans (with li'l sparkly butterflies on the left leg), and I'm going to borrow my sister's U2 white jacket. To "top it off", I'm gon' wear 31/2 inch platforms ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I love the song Far away by Nickelback to BITS! It's the sweetest song ever sung (" Yay! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my nails today (" My toe nails are baby pink with pink glitter ("&lt;br /&gt;My finger nails are (left hand) silver with pink glitter, and (right) pinkish silver with pink glitter (" My prettiful nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading &lt;strong&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. Was an awfulling good book, I must say. I've started on &lt;strong&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/strong&gt; today. It's quite good, although rather similar to the sequal. Well, I need to exercise.. BUT HOW? Grrr. I'm gon' become fat )"  I need a personal trainer.. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone in Singapore, if you see me anytime after the summer holidays, trust me, be prepared for ONE HELL FAT CARMEN. Haha. I didn't really mean that. ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'd be able to control myself from all those snacks ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, daddykins is back in Australia, and he can't seem to clean up after himself! Bloody pissing. ARGH! He eats his lunch and just simply leaves it there for one of his slaves to clean up after him. (I used slaves because I'm not paid for this). &lt;strong&gt;FOR THE SAKE OF JESUS, I'M NOT A MAID! &lt;/strong&gt;And I don't plan on becoming one, so I don't need training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't think he's gonna stay long, I mean, he never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping on Saturday, while my mum is at her auction. I'm gon' bring like 50$ or something, and buy some stuff for myself, and a burfday prezzie for my &lt;strong&gt;wikid cousin&lt;/strong&gt;, Adrian, whose burfday is 6 days before mine. (" And I'll get him a card if I still have money to spare. I love shopping. (" I'm deprived of it though )"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How saddening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of my trusted friends know, I've changed my password ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW INGENIUS ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sang Real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Royal Blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carmen;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves her li'l baby angels ("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Jack &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113447185122893085?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113447185122893085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113447185122893085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113447185122893085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113447185122893085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_13.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113419709278272500</id><published>2005-12-10T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:44:52.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;((("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to eat healthy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' like drink a cup of water every hour. My mum says I'm dehydrated, which is one of the reasons. I hate to admit that she is right, although I know she is. I'm trying to make my lips un cracked (: and I want my hair to grow faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. The effects of constantly drinking water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having to go to the toilet every few minutes /:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. I have never drunk so much water without exercising before. I don't think so anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through some pictures (in the computer) from like when I was 10? Yeah. Before I started going through puberty anways. Gawd, I looked gross! I had short hair, and short fringe, and I had a centre parting. I looked so hideous. So like using Paint and Photoshop, I kinda connected a picture from when I was 10, and a picure of like today, and jeez, I'm so glad I look so much better now. If I can, I'll put the picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to go get my hair cut.. And change my hairstyle totally.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get my hair straight instead of layered, like how I've had it for the whole of my 12 years on Earth. I want straight hair, the simple reason being I can't style layered hair, which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna get a short fringe. Like a light short fringe. So it won't be like super thick. It'd be kinda thin.. I think I'll get it cut juz at, or juz above my eyebrows. Oh, and I'd get like a side parting. Not centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really find like a picture of the hairstyle I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a heart/oval face. Yepps (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good I guess. Jennifer Love Hewit has a heart face.&lt;br /&gt;She is an effing pretty bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I didn't really mean the bitch part. Don't get me wrong! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to just eat an apple this morning. Didn't work very well, 'cause by 11 o'clock, I had to eat a cookie. I was like starving.. (" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MSN is fucking up on me.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shit thing. How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cool to stuff up on me! NOT COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to ring my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't VALENTINA get a calling card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is so darn slow. ARGH! Annoying shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUFF THE PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Jack too ("&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carmen;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113419709278272500?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113419709278272500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113419709278272500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113419709278272500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113419709278272500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_10.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113409808734169534</id><published>2005-12-09T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:14:47.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;I swear,  I'm never gon' have a 3 way with Maddy&amp; Keifer anymore. I cannot take it. It's mushy in that indirect way. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's sweet, but not for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Maddy's gon' *is* Keifer in the cinemas. Though I don't wanna be there if they do. No offense, Maddy, but I just can't watch. Can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just me I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday wasn't sucha good day. I was screaming at my sister and she was screaming at me. No one was at home, so there wasn't any trouble. I was seriously tryna be nice to her yesterday, but NOOO, she has to make war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes two to create friction;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it also takes two to end a war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, but to no avail. Why am I wasting my energy and time? Why do I still believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Stand Alone;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fight for myself, and no one seems to be there when I break.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113409808734169534?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113409808734169534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113409808734169534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113409808734169534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113409808734169534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_09.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113385762809276256</id><published>2005-12-06T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:27:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I miss the bus today. That was gay. I had to bloody walk! Gahh! But I had company (:  James walked with me and his sister. He lives down the road from me, that's why. Nothing's going on. I don't and didn't want anything to be happen anyways. &lt;em&gt;I love Jack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in case some of you people don't know, Hayden's going out with this girl, Michelle Timms. I don't hate Michelle, don't get me wrong. I just think Hayden's desperate. Yepps. Seriously is. Hayden is Michelle's first boyfriend. She has been in a mixed school longer than I have, and I've got a boyfriend before her. OKAYY... She is friget. She told James she was. They havn't even talked since she said yes, and he is leaving PMACS tomorrow. Geez, DANIEL would've been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh. I'm not acting whatever, but I think he is trying to get back at me. I mean, I started goi out with Jack RIGHT AFTER he dumped me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;em&gt;I love Jack (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just found that necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today was hilarious. We were on the Oval, and like Vignesh, Jack, Keifer, John, Ben, Jordan, Christian, Ash, Jo, and I think some others, were playing Cricket, as usual, and Maddy, Jasmine, Jess Retty and I were sitting on the 'slope thing' watching. And then we were messing around, and I shouted to Viggy "OYY, VIGGY! JESS LIKES YOU!" and we were like pointing at Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me describe Viggy. Viggy is a muslim from Singapore. The guys like to make jokes like "Gravity on Earth is getting less, Viggy just jumped!" So you get what I mean. And well, Jasmine, Maddy and I just cracked up laughing. It was hilarious (:  And then when the bell rung, and we were walking up to the classroom, I was like "She wants to get jiggy with viggy!" and Maddy and I cracked up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack wrote me a christmas card (: He signed it off as "Love from Jack". (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a hug for it! Ooh, and I gave him a card yesterday. Made it in art class. (:&lt;br /&gt;THAT CARD WAS ALMOST ONE OF THE TOP 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. Ooh, and I said "I (a heart) YOU" in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carmenie Doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves Jack &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113385762809276256?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113385762809276256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113385762809276256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113385762809276256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113385762809276256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_06.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113378936959075908</id><published>2005-12-05T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T05:29:29.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm. Well, the secret santa present is totally supposed to be due tomorrow, but I'm gon' 'forget'. Not my fault I can't seem to remember anything! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Hayden's gonna have to wait I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' give him this teddy bear which he gave me some time ago, and some chocs. The chocs is there only 'cause I don't wanna get into trouble since Secret Santa is totally within school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note that I write him is sugar coated mean. It's not really that sugar coated. I didin't say anything vulgar, but I did mention that he is annoying. I mean, I seriously don't think he would udnerstand what intolerable meant.. So, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's the last day of school! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I have to stay 'til 5:30.. WAIT! THE BLOODY PRESENTATION CEREMONY IS ON! oh crapp it! *Sobs* I don't wanna go!!! OH well, if I don't, I have to go back to school the next day to pick up rubbish. SUPER GAY! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' get my Secret Santa gift tomorrow. It's gonna be chocolates.. /:  Gay as. WHY THANKEW JAMES! Bahh. Like who would want chocolates? Not me. No siree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps. OH well, that's all for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmenie Doll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves Jack &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113378936959075908?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113378936959075908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113378936959075908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113378936959075908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113378936959075908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_05.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113366136129492508</id><published>2005-12-04T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:24:04.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. It's super cool. Hope it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/671242767"&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/671242767&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to Valentina Yong (whom I currently do not love)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean thing. You (beep) tagged Lynn's blog but you didn't (beep) tag mine! ARGHH! You evil (beep). You didn't even tell me where the (beep) you were going and when you were (beep) coming back. I was just (beep) waiting and waiting like a (beep) crazy (beep). Are you (beep) happy you have (beep) upsetted me? You better (beep) not be! 'Cause I'm not (beep) happy!!! And girl, you better have a (beep) good explaination about ringing Esther, but not me. I am not (beep) happy about that. Like HELLO? I am (beep) in Australia too. If you can (beep) ring Esther, you jolly well can (beep) ring me. YOU (BEEP) HEAR ME YOUNG LADY? My number is 94078734 by the way. Area code for Perth is 08.&lt;br /&gt;I am (beep) waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm. Well, I got that off my chest. Currently, I also do not love my sister. I do not even wanna touch her. Might get cooties! EWWW! Haha. Yeah.. I'm serious about not touching her though. I slept in my brother's room last night. Refused to share that room with her. She's one crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this. I can't stand fighting alone. Always fighting alone. I'm always defending myself, and hardly is there anyone backing me up. My mum always seems to think my sister is right and I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like HELLO? Why can't I wear what I fucking want and you just leave me be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carmen, you can't wear heels!"&lt;br /&gt;"Carmen, what's with all that make up?"&lt;br /&gt;"CARMEN, YOU ARE ONLY 12!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we try "FUCK OFF, THIS IS MY LIFE, NOT YOURS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I can wear 10,000 layers of make up if I WANTED to.&lt;br /&gt;I can wear heels that you should only see people 100 years old wear if I WANTED to.&lt;br /&gt;I could act like I'm a prostitute in the Red District if I WANTED to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying I do. Just giving an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissing. Just so fucking pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;Annoying. Annoying. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like JEEZ, even my cousins tell me not to worry about it and I can wear WHATEVER I wanna wear. Thank God for my cousins. I think I'm going to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;Someone I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking sister forever wants me to listen to her. She never listens to me. She just hears me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fucking give about her fucking gay and boring life anymore. She can just go kiss my ass and disappear, 'cause I've had enough. ENOUGH OF HER FOREVER ACCUSING ME AND OF HER ENDLESS DISSATISFACTION OF WHO I BLOODY AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just live with it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH, and get over yourself. You ain't cool. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Love just pouring out all my frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carmen;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113366136129492508?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113366136129492508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113366136129492508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113366136129492508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113366136129492508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary_04.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113351467089104493</id><published>2005-12-02T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T01:11:10.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, as Lynn knows, Hayden dumped me. It was really weird. Was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Carmen, Hayden wants to dump you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Hayden was sitting next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloody coward. Won't tell me to my face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Jack asked me out. And I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And Hayden's leaving PMACS, and he's selling his house.&lt;br /&gt;In 3 school days' time, he will be officially out of my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was being a total jerk yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;Maddy, Jasmine, Keifer, Ben, Jordan, Jack and I &lt;/strong&gt;wanna go watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire during the holidays! Can't wait. I've been waiting for this movie to come out since FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I've got Hayden for my secret santa person.&lt;br /&gt;Secret santa is when everyone picks a name from the class (you can't choose) and that person hs to buy the person he/she picked for Christmas. It's like Guardian Angel and Ward.. Just this is only for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided what I'm gon' give him. It ain't gon' be a happy christmas for him, I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. &lt;strong&gt;Revenge is a meal best served cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted my toenails last night! Proud of myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's baby pink with glitter! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I love my toe nails now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE Jack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmenie doll;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113351467089104493?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113351467089104493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113351467089104493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113351467089104493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113351467089104493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113316473641391182</id><published>2005-11-28T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:58:56.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was Jazzy&amp; Keifer's party on friday.&lt;br /&gt;It was kew fun (: I won't go into details though, 'cause like, it was kinda... Rough. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jordan, Keifer and Ben keep telling me that Jack likes me, but I'm in denial, so yeah.. Maddy was like "go out with Jack and &amp; *!" But I was like "no!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;At the party, 'cause like Maddy and I stayed later than the rest that weren't sleeping over, so like Jack started calling me weird names like veggies. You don't wanna know what he means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christian's a fag.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I can't fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUSSY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is for Lynnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to my sweet darling Lynn;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, Amic isn't a spanish word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hilarious. Maddy and I were like calling everybody by their names when spelt backwards, and we were just cracking up laffing. We have gone like high. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. Oh and Jade Henderson's was in isolation today. Wonder whyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carmen;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113316473641391182?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113316473641391182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113316473641391182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113316473641391182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113316473641391182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-diary_28.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113255139763035232</id><published>2005-11-21T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:36:37.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't feeling up to school today, so I didn't go.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a headache. So don't start saying I'm lazy. It was genuine.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' start on some homework today.. For some reason, I feel like super energetic. I did a whole Maths paper. Now that's just scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yoga tomorrow. AND I FOUND MY TREKKIES! Guess where they were?&lt;br /&gt;.. Under my bed! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gon' say all these stuff in this post, but then I forgot what they were! How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was heaps frustrated at a certain someone on the weekends (Friday, Saturday, Sunday), partly 'cause - was kinda frustrated at me too. - didn't * on Saturday and Sunday, which pissed me off so baddd. I was waiting for - to * like practically the whole day. I doubt - will * today. I wasn't really waiting like 24/7 beside the / for - to *. I was just hoping - would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm. Mun Ling gave her cousin Terry my email address. That was seriously random. He refused to let me see how he looks like.. /: Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. Almost forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Dedicated to my darling-est Lynnie&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUR BLOGSKIN TO BITS! Omg!&lt;br /&gt;It rocks my holey socks! LOVELOVELOVE IT! You're the best blogskin maker in the entire face of Earth! Very original. LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carmen, OUT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con mucho amor;*&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Lim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113255139763035232?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113255139763035232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113255139763035232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113255139763035232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113255139763035232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-diary_21.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113178226131962140</id><published>2005-11-11T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:58:29.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary..&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the most consistant person.. So forgive me (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went for horseriding yesterday.. Was a little nervous now and then. But it was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing to long juan feng by Jay Chou. It's been a million years since I heard that song. It's on Cheryl's blog. CHERYL, YOU BETTER NOT TAKE THAT SONG AWAY 'CAUSE I LOVE IT TOO MUCH! Don't break my heart like Lynn did. She took away the songs shake it off and all the small things from her blog. &lt;/3 &lt;em&gt;My heart is br -oken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay, I'll stop being so melodramatic. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearie &lt;strong&gt;Erica;* &lt;/strong&gt;who said I'm the prettiest girl in 6se&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE MY SUPERSTAR! WHOOTS! AT LEAST I KNOW ONE PERSON'S NOT BLINDD! Haha. I'll stop being so egocentric and vain. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are fine..&lt;br /&gt;I'll even dare say great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy's party is in 2 weeks (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wear a mini skirt that my sister gave me and a blue one-sleeved top. I'm gonna look so weird next to the other girls 'cause they all don't like wearing skirts and dressing up.. Oh well. Different people stand out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll put on a little bitsies of make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Y'all know the vain ole me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't beat it, join it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Just found out my mum didn't sell the house that she was auctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she was so grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm so fucking selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucked up and selfish. I'm conceited, fucked up and selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I just love the word fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaes. That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;3&gt;Carmen;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113178226131962140?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113178226131962140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113178226131962140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113178226131962140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113178226131962140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113041580990761156</id><published>2005-10-27T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T05:23:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;During horseback riding today, I fell off my horse and now my buttocks are terribly sore, my left arm has grazes from the shoulder down with some fine spots, and my jeans has a hole in them. It happened so quickly though.. We were practising trots, I think the horse went too fast and I was just bouncing up and down like crazy.. Then I think I bounced too much to the left and I was just holding on to the reins for dear life, and then I think I fell. Before I could register what happened, my back felt so sore and I didn't dare move. I was like scared shitless, and was just lying there. Think I was winded, but I was just stunned. According to the people that saw what happened, I 'glided' off. They said it was graceful.&lt;br /&gt;(:  I just have to be graceful even when I fall off a horse.&lt;br /&gt;But it's no laughing matter. It hurt quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just thinking about lots of stuff today, and realised how selfish and ignorant 99% of the world is. Everybody just thinks that they should be treated fairly, and screams at everybody, anybody that they can scream at, just to let out some frustration. Did they even stop and think why that person deserved to be screamed at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about all those 'famous' individuals.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thinks that they're so generous when they give a million$ to some charity. Did they stop and think that they did because they have millions of millions to spare and that 1,ooo,ooo$ didn't mean a shit to them? Well, of course, some of them seriously mean well, but I won't be surprised if some of them do it only because it makes them look like better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are famous people treated so differently?&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that they are well known and maybe they are loaded. But other than those things, they are still just human. They are made of exactly the same things as those dying beggers starving on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone think about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was this world made so selfish and ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people create wars when the only thing it does it hurt innocent beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life?&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;Why does life seem to be just a journey where innocent children are made to face the fact that money makes the world go round, not rainbows and lollies and happy thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they forced to learning that innocence would never last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes if anyone felt like I do sometimes. Just this really funny feeling. Like you are in a dream.. Like you are actually nothing, just a black space floating in a black ocean of nothingness. Like you are not actually real.. Like life isn't actually real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are such ignorant creatures. They never actually realise they are wrong until a big problem hits them hard on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that no matter how many questions I fire at Life, it would always give me one answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life wasn't made fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When life gets in my way, I say, have a nice day!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmenn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113041580990761156?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113041580990761156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113041580990761156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113041580990761156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113041580990761156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-diary_27.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156744.post-113003366935080739</id><published>2005-10-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:14:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary..&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I've changed my blog and for a certain purpose. It was because I didn't want anyone related to me to see it 'cause I want to pin down my 'innermost' thoughts and some of it if **theyy see it, I'm in hot soup. So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start entries with 'Dear Diary' 'cause I've run out of ideas and 'heyya' is getting a tad boring.&lt;br /&gt;My url: http://www.&lt;em&gt;conmucho-amor&lt;/em&gt;.blogspot.com means with alot of love in spanish. PLEASE DO NOT COPY IT 'cause that's just NOT cool, and should be illegal. I thought it was unique.. that's why.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody but you guys (my friends) know that I'm going out with Hayden, and I plan to keep it that way. My sister knew that I &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;going out with him 'cause he told her to ask me bout it, but she has no clue we're going out &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't plan on telling her.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever told my mum this, I really have no clue what she'll say. She'll most likely rattle on and on 'bout me not knowing what love is, and I'm still young and naive and it won't last. Unfortunately, &lt;strong&gt;I don't think so&lt;/strong&gt;. I believe that I know, or at least have the slightest clue, what love is.&lt;br /&gt;We've been going out since May. It is like an on-and-off relationship thing. I dumped him twice, and he dumped we thrice. But we're still together..&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;strong&gt; what doesn't kill you makes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you stronger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this book I borrowed from my school library and it contains heaps of poems that are really nice. I like this one heaps and am gonn' include it in this entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where fleets of clouds, deep in thought, sail the silent heavens home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And grounded hills, climbing over each other, reach for freedom alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where the songs of the birds sound in harmony to the melody that is life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the fallen trees continue to breathe, swallowing their cries of strife.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the horizon wears a carpet of hope, which seems endless and lifetimes away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the star-scattered face of night quietly blinks, and subsides to day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where dragonflies drift in the flurry, like a feather upon a storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a calm, clear stream glides gently downthe hillside, worn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the dirt road winds nervously, few travellers riding the belt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the silver threads of a spider's web are too delicate to be felt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the earth sleeps without nightmares of the destructive arm of man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and seraphic rays of beauty treak far across the land.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where the sweet air blows kisses softly upon wild flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the rain descends like the tears of angels drowning in heavenly showers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where sunset broken skies mirror the pale face of beauty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is where my heart will lay, if you ever need me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sweet aye? oh well, I'm gonn' end here. 'Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Hayden too ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very much 'in-love' chinadoll,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carmenn*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156744-113003366935080739?l=conmucho-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/113003366935080739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156744&amp;postID=113003366935080739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113003366935080739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156744/posts/default/113003366935080739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conmucho-amor.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>carmenn*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05302304677347345655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
