<?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-32166238</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:08:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pLeAsE dOn'T fEeD mE wiTh yOur fUcKin' buLLsHiT..:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32166238.post-116512318863231891</id><published>2006-12-03T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:19:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;waaaahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i can't create long posts 'coz i'm very very busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116512318863231891?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116512318863231891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116512318863231891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116512318863231891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116512318863231891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/12/waaah.html' title='waaah..'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116512468166350138</id><published>2006-12-03T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:58:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huffie aq..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;huffie Über model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;waah.. i'm a lot huffier at this point of my life. i have my friends and my ever supportive family, yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself in very contemplative moods. At times I put aside my favorite music and lay still trying to think about what's going on with me. And right now I've been stuck on happiness and being happy. We all say we want it but can we even define it for ourselves? Am I happy? What is happiness? Is happiness having friends? I don't remember if when I was young I had an imaginary friend or not. I know that I have had friends in real life who are sometimes imaginary because you wonder if they really exist. They're never there for you and only call you when "they" are having a crisis and you normally can't find them when you're in need of an ear, money, a favor etcetera. Needless to say, those are the friends I no longer have. I wonder too, is happiness being in love or being loved by someone else? Not sure about this because I've been in love before and after your heart gets broken into microscopic pieces, there's nothing to be happy about that. I've also met people who have claimed to love me that turned out to be certifiable nuts. Fact: we are all different and we are made up of so many different things that it's hard to say who or what kind of person will be attracted to the different things about us, and when entering into a relationship, like Forest Gump said, "you never know what you’re gonna get." My history, I've gotten nuts. I had a boyfriend who was obsessed with taming, owning, domesticating, manipulating, controlling me or straight up just didn't support me or want to see me succeed. I had to revamp myself to keep the nuts. It took just days to get that nut residue off of me. Now I'm more in tune with me and what I want or will tolerate and my flashing red "princess signal" goes off whenever there's a crazy approaching. However, I've found it easier for me though, it works for me, being comfortable with who you are and what you're doing and how you're moving around in life–that’s what I mean. I found that "me" is all that I have control over so that's the best place to start for anyone trying to make-over themselves and their life. You can't change other people. Willing them to change with mental telepathy doesn't work, rewarding them with sex, dinners and other goodies doesn't jive either if they aren't innately ready to change. But you can restructure your life so that you surround yourself only with things that bring you joy and make you happy, and things that you can't necessarily control (like the girl with the cubicle next to you who cracks gum all day long-even while on the phone, or the rude woman who cuts you off in traffic and lets go of the wheel to give you both fingers, or the waitress that brings you a dirty water glass and doesn't care because she's not drinking it) You just decide to make a conscious choice on how you let it affect you. Fact is, I've had to cut some of my friends out of my life, lovers too, which is unfortunate, but again, necessary because I've realized that my well being is more important to me than worrying about how badly they'll talk about me afterwards."Being" is what truly is happiness to me because it's a choice that no one else can make it for me. Being honest, being giving, being friendly, being forgiving, being true to my beliefs, being a nurturer, being able to laugh out loud without fearing disapproval, being truly content with finding something I absolutely adore on sale, being able to pay full price for something just because I want it, being able to cry when I'm happy, being able to remove myself from an uncomfortable situation without feeling bad about it, being able to travel at will, being able to wish and dream, being able to write the stories in my heart without worrying if every reader will "get" it, being able to trust people until they give me a reason not to, being able to not beat myself up when those same people I trusted prove to be untrustworthy, being a great listener, being pleased with my shortlist of close personal friends and the fun things we have and will do together. Happiness for me is "being" and my ways of being I’m pleased to say, are all choices that "I" have made and will continue to make because that’s how I define happiness–it works for me and I’m sure it will continue to. They say that you learn something new everyday and by far, how to be happy for 'me' is the best thing I’ve learned on this planet yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116512468166350138?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116512468166350138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116512468166350138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116512468166350138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116512468166350138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/12/huffie-aq.html' title='huffie aq..'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116427489742877945</id><published>2006-11-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:41:58.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy..</title><content type='html'>busy ako..:0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116427489742877945?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116427489742877945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116427489742877945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116427489742877945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116427489742877945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/busy.html' title='busy..'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116390455021099294</id><published>2006-11-19T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:49:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend fun?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;weekend fun?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a busy but fun weekend.:)&lt;br /&gt;we went to zuela's house nung friday 'coz we were assigned to do the choreo of moulin rouge. haha. there were shang (english club president. go RO), nica, vane, faith, athan, deus and filbert (aka ENGELBERT). go zue. uhmm. we only did a few steps for lady marmalade pero okay na rin. i got home at 9:30 na ata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-woke up at 6:45&lt;br /&gt;-checked my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;-texted the girls.&lt;br /&gt;-ate pancake and hot choco.&lt;br /&gt;-took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;-dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;-fixed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;-went to chowking to meet shang, nica, ica and vane.&lt;br /&gt;-talked. talked. talked.&lt;br /&gt;-fixed shang and vane's hair. (parang may party eh. MTAP lang naman yung pupuntahan)&lt;br /&gt;-it was drizzling. haha. sayang yung ayos namin.:(&lt;br /&gt;-gave our UST forms to bianca. thanks bading.&lt;br /&gt;-attented MTAP. it was so tedious and dull. haay.&lt;br /&gt;-recess time. bernice was freaking out that she cried really hard.&lt;br /&gt;-MTAP ulit.&lt;br /&gt;-took lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;-zue's house again.&lt;br /&gt;-practice. practice. practice.&lt;br /&gt;-went home at 7:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116390455021099294?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116390455021099294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116390455021099294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116390455021099294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116390455021099294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-fun.html' title='weekend fun?!'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116367329451810241</id><published>2006-11-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:34:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+i CaN MOVE you+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+i CaN MOVE you+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+friends don't shout at their friends especially when there's no reason, but when they do, they ain't called friends.:)+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+i'm not going to limit myself jusy because people cannot accep the fact that i CAN MOVE them WITH MY WORDS.:)+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the late update. hope i didn't ruin anyone's day.:p who is feeling hateful today? hmmm. i feel happy today. it jusy sucks that the guidance office's monster threw my sholastic records for la salle. that was harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she really called a friend?!&lt;br /&gt;she is so insensible and generally has completely no control over her emotions. she does get angry quickly and others marvel at yher anger levels even when provoked. actually, she gets tongue-tied when angry and she will remove her anger waiting for the other person to calm down. ohmigod. she shouts at me. err.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116367329451810241?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116367329451810241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116367329451810241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116367329451810241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116367329451810241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-can-move-you.html' title='+i CaN MOVE you+'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116350231427185608</id><published>2006-11-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:06:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creation of the vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;creation of the vagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuahaha. i got this somewhere. i thought it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven wise men with knowledge so fine&lt;br /&gt;Reated a p*ssy ti there design&lt;br /&gt;First was a butcher smart with wit&lt;br /&gt;Using a knife he gave it a slit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second was a carpenter strong and bold&lt;br /&gt;With a hammer and chisel he gave it a hole&lt;br /&gt;Third was a tailor tall and thin&lt;br /&gt;By using red velvet he lined it within&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was a hunter short and stout&lt;br /&gt;With a peice if fox fur he lined it without&lt;br /&gt;Fifth was a fisherman nasty as hell&lt;br /&gt;He threw in a fish and gave it a smell&lt;br /&gt;Sixth was a preacher his name was mcgee&lt;br /&gt;He touched and blessed it and said it could pee&lt;br /&gt;Last came a sailor a dirty littled runt&lt;br /&gt;He sucked it and f*cked it and called it a c*nt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116350231427185608?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116350231427185608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116350231427185608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116350231427185608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116350231427185608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/creation-of-vagina.html' title='creation of the vagina'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116341426971282467</id><published>2006-11-13T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:13:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*wishlist (for christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PoshTots signature lamp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bag and a wallet. (any color) (sana pink)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;belted sweater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cute tee with a caption (kahit ano yung caption..but it should fit my personality)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mercy tartan skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arriana herringbone slippers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victoria's Secret very sexy for her perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a book which is nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. mom. send some money so i can buy gifts for my friends. LOL.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style32/d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style32/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style32/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style32/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style32/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.Bigoo.ws" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32166238.post-116330541543315272</id><published>2006-11-12T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:23:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Damn you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you the one, who thinks you're right&lt;br /&gt;You make me mad, and full of spite&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me more than those who care&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you do, you were never there&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you the one, who thinks you know it all&lt;br /&gt;You complain about your mistakes and falls&lt;br /&gt;You rant and rave like you're filled with pain,&lt;br /&gt;Look around you, we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that you make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining, you selfish prick&lt;br /&gt;You cause more problems but we've had enough&lt;br /&gt;And when there's none, you huff and puff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think your right, you think you're god&lt;br /&gt;Run through a stormy field, with a lightning rod&lt;br /&gt;Damn you the one who thinks im the wrong&lt;br /&gt;You jerk about drugs and booze,&lt;br /&gt;when you'r eat them all along&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one who can act it out&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dont think that 'im gonna sit and pout&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve what you have&lt;br /&gt;You take your pain out, like you can't function&lt;br /&gt;Without some form, of self distruction&lt;br /&gt;You're loosing your life, you'rr pushing it away&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be stupid, if you think anyone will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is for **A**.. gago ka talaga. pathetic asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116330541543315272?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116330541543315272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116330541543315272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116330541543315272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116330541543315272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-you.html' title='Damn you..'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116315792861865386</id><published>2006-11-10T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:32:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2656/3510/1600/DSC00422.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2656/3510/400/DSC00422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;different me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny how easily people can judge you. They have this imaginary picture of who they think you are or who they think you should be that they fail to see and recognize who you really are. Ironic as it seems, sometimes even you yourself gets confused of who the real you is.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way how life in this world works... A person can never resist the need to be accepted, and sad enough, in the process of wanting yourself to be accepted in a crowd, you become one of them and fail to be an individual.Sometimes we could be so afraid to be different from the others because we're scared that they'll treat us badly, or they'll laugh at us, or think of us as a freak, a nerd, a snob, or simply out-of-this-world... One can sometimes be so crazy and try anything just to be a part of a crowd/group and to be accepted...They change their self and unconsciously mirror others so that she/he could fit in the crowd, and not be called different...But as time pass by, you end up feeling alone and empty...and you know why? It's because you have made yourself a stranger to your self... You end up feeling confused and unhappy, because you where wrong from the very beginning... You didn't only lied to them by changing who you are; it's mostly because you lied to yourself for believing that being common can make you happy...Being different is not bad, if being different means being you...Yes, there is a lot of difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others. We all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own... Although some people may think them odd or unpopular, what really matters in the end is you accept and love the real you..."Two path's diverged into the wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by... and that has made all the difference..." ~ Robert FrostYes, I am different, and you may not like what you see... But whether you like it or not... THIS IS ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116315792861865386?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116315792861865386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116315792861865386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116315792861865386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116315792861865386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/different-me.html' title='different me'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116298096675289871</id><published>2006-11-08T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:16:06.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things That Make Me Feel Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Things That Make Me Feel Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Falling/Being in love.&lt;br /&gt;2.Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3.A hot shower.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.No lines at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;5.A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;6.Getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;7.Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;8.Hearing your favourite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;9.Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;10.Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11.Java Chip.. Strawberries and Cream..&lt;br /&gt;12.A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;13.Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;14.A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;15.The beach.&lt;br /&gt;16.Receiving text messages from special people..&lt;br /&gt;17.Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;19.Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;20.Running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;21.Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;22.Having someone tell you that they love you.&lt;br /&gt;23.Laughing at an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;24.Friends.&lt;br /&gt;25.Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;26.Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;27.Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;28.Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;30.Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;31.Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;32.Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;33.Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;34.Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;35.Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;36.Making chocolate chip cookies (and eating them...!).&lt;br /&gt;37.Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;38.Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;39.Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;40.Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much-desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;41.Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;42.Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;43.Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;br /&gt;44.Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;45.Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116298096675289871?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32166238.post-116281048111904189</id><published>2006-11-06T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:54:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starbucks fun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;starbucks fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to starbucks with Donna, Jenine, Jem and Ana.&lt;br /&gt;i would tell the details tommorow na lang.&lt;br /&gt;*tinatamad ako eh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116281048111904189?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116281048111904189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116281048111904189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116281048111904189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116281048111904189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/starbucks-fun.html' title='starbucks fun..'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116269902765678539</id><published>2006-11-05T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:57:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Need Stitches To Hold Yourself Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You Don't Need Stitches To Hold Yourself Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is a rocky road sewed with many stitches, and even though the stitches are strong something seems to always go wrong missing a stitch, it starts making a hole but you have to sew it up like sewing up your soul. &lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're half way done with your stitched up sweater it starts to look better and better but it's still not ready to be worn yet cause it is not yet done...so you keep on stitching having your fun. Finally three quarters of the way there, something stops you from moving on from there. You're needle is bent the sweater won't be done till tomorrow and as you start to put down the cloth you are filled with sorrow. In the morning you buy more needles from the store and run back home to stitch some more. But you see your dog has chewed on it a bit making holes and more deep pits. So you stitch them up as best you can and go on sewing, when you'll be done, who knows when. You sit and sit working on it trying to avoid making more pits going around disasters in the fabric and trying not to mess it up, but then it's just your luck. You're almost done when the house sets on fire bringing flames higher and higher you leave the sweater and run out quick, you are safe but the sweaters still there. When the fire is over men stomp threw the debree and then they look and what do they see? That almost finished sweater in it's beautiful blue color and then it makes them think. A half stitched sweater is a lot like life. You mess up a lot and never reach the end. But when you almost get there you realize you don't need a needle and thread to run on. Cause when you’re almost ready to be an adult on your own you don’t need stitches to hold yourself up strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116269902765678539?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116269902765678539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116269902765678539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116269902765678539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116269902765678539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-dont-need-stitches-to-hold.html' title='You Don&apos;t Need Stitches To Hold Yourself Together'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116269798520298740</id><published>2006-11-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:39:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was cinderella really happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;was cinderella really happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say,every girl want's to be just like Cinderella...&lt;br /&gt;To have that Prince charming come and rescue her from the evil step mother and horrible step sisters.&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Prince charming who would take away all the miseries from her life and take her to his castle,where they would live "happily ever after..."&lt;br /&gt;I hear girls with dreamy eyes say, "Someday my knight-in-shinning-armour will come, and he will kiss away the sad spells cast down on me by this cruel, boring life. My knight-in-shinning-armour who is ever so handsome and strong, who would swear to protect me forever. He will sweep me of my feet, and take me to his arms as we ride away to his kingdom far away... and there, we would live happily ever after..."&lt;br /&gt;Some girls ask, "When will my Clark Kent find me? Will my Superman ever come? To fly me away to the stars, to show me what beauty the world has to give? To turn back time just to take away my pain? To tell me "I will always be around." Will my Clark Kent ever find the courage to tell me how he truly feels? Or will he forever hide behind his glasses? Will my Superman ever give up immortality just to spend his life with me? Oh! How I wish! so that, maybe then we could live our lives together, happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, most of us girls wants to have a fairytale love story. But did we ever come to think and realize that...&lt;br /&gt;Although all love story starts with "Once upon a time... not all of them ends with, they live happily ever after".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should ask ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;Was Cinderella really happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116269798520298740?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116269798520298740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116269798520298740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116269798520298740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116269798520298740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-cinderella-really-happy.html' title='was cinderella really happy?'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116194448367920948</id><published>2006-10-27T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:21:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this goes to a loser out there. (you know who you are)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this goes to a loser out there. (you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ever since we broke up, you've been an assshole. you think you are greater than everyone else and swearing alot too. you have been acting like a baby. eewww. every time you go out with someone, you brake up with them a week later. &lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a lonely loser now. you suck monkey balls. you have no friends besides those hoes and assholes like you and i'm not one of them. everyone hates you. you are just someone who comes to school every day. i hope you get a life and hang on to it because you ain't got one now. You're gonna be fat because all you do is play your stupid videogames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116194448367920948?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116194448367920948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116194448367920948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116194448367920948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116194448367920948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-goes-to-loser-out-there-you-know.html' title='this goes to a loser out there. (you know who you are)'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116194406696386996</id><published>2006-10-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:14:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third post for today(haha. bumabawi lang ako)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third post for today(haha. bumabawi lang ako)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay. so here's another post for today. bumabawi lang. six days were wasted kasi eh.^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, my sisters and i are not allowed to use the pc. why? it's because &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my horrific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;grandmother told us that we can never use the pc unless we would help in doing the chores. duh. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;maids, maids, maids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;may maids naman ah. and my mom pays them to do the job. right?:) &lt;strong&gt;brat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you guys are wondering kung bakit ako nakakapag-update right now. hmmmmmmm. haha. 'cause wala ako sa house namin. i'm having a vacation here at my tita's house. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i soooooooo love here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i am allowed to go wherever i want to go, to do stuffs and of course, to wear what i want. haha. my favorite cousins are here pa. they are &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;JALAYCA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;JAZZ&lt;/span&gt;. Jalayca is sometimes called JIEA. she's already 2nd year HS. While Jazz is only 7 years old. i love her 'cause she acts like me(i mean like a 16 year old uber-model. hehe)::) we do kikay stuffs together. when i'm here, i fix her hair, put make-up on her and all that. we are also fond of taking pictures togerther. yikes.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. report cards will be given tomorrow. i'm kinda nervous because i sucked this quarter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CARBON PAPERS are NOT ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. i can't believed that 4c's top1 is michael bulatao. go khel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaayyy..our classes will resume na pala on monday. i might be absent. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm starving. i think i want pasta for dinner. putanesca would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses, kisses..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116194406696386996?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116194406696386996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116194406696386996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116194406696386996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116194406696386996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/third-post-for-todayhaha-bumabawi-lang.html' title='third post for today(haha. bumabawi lang ako)'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116194086784707652</id><published>2006-10-27T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:40:46.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are just my thoughts. (gaga, ano pa ba tawag dito)&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone's asking but no one will ever know the definite answer, but here's what I've firmly come to believe:&lt;br /&gt;God fully knows what a true, honest love felt like, and He also knows that we would never understrand the concept if we are never to feel it for ourselves. So He put us on this earth with many intentions and purposes for each of us, but I believe His greatest purpose is to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Until we feel the strange undescribable feeling of this thing we call love, we would never understand what God feels for us. Honest love, the type where you would do anything in the world for that person. The type of love where you can't imagine life without that person. That person who will allways be by your side at the end of the day no matter how bad things had gotten.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope in each of your lives you find the one person who you can be happy with, who you can be yourself with, and who will stay by your side at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116194086784707652?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116194086784707652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116194086784707652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116194086784707652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116194086784707652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116192219821161129</id><published>2006-10-27T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:14:49.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girLs.. girLs.. girLs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;giRLs..girLs..girLs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ever lie to us; we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We don't enjoy talking dirty to you as much as you enjoy listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't say you understand when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls are pretty, but yours is the prettiest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You don't have PMS; don't act like you know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Saying something sweet might get you off the hook; doing something sweet will always get you off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you talk about having a big dick; we know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Size does matter, but only to hoes; not girls that want relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We don't like it when you act like Mr. Big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A system in your car only impresses your homeboys Not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. No matter what you say, your ex-girlfriend is a hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's good to be sensitive, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you did something wrong or even if you didn't,apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be spontaneous; dinner and a movie won't always cut it. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We are self-conscious by nature; we can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. We are Drama queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fashion police does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't ask us to give head; if you are nice you just might get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We absolutely DO NOT care about monster trucks,car systems, paintball, or anything else you and your friends talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugs and kisses must be given at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.We don't shave our legs evryday so get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't make bets about us; we always find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Shave; no matter how cool you think your goatte or beard or mustache looks, we hate it. THIS MAY NOT APPLY TO SOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Even if you think it is cool to burp, fart, or emitt other strange gases from your body, it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Don't compare our breasts with Pamela Anderson's; hers are fake, just remember that. ( u have a better shot at ours than you ever will with hers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It is not cool to shoot snot rockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. We are beautiful at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We will always think we are fat, so humor us and tell us we aren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. You can shoot hoops, score a goal, knock down big fat guys, and hit a little baseball with a stick so why the hell can't you piss in the toilet and not on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Most importantly- we are always right- so don't forget it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are many different types of girls in the world. There are always those girls that you try so hard to get but can never get them, then on the other hand there are girls that you can never get rid of no matter how hard you try to. Almost all girls always have a great personality about them but in that bunch there are always the gold digging ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Prissy, catty, self-absorbed, and manipulative. These are only a few of the words that may come to mind at the thought of a teenage girl. The ingredients for the complex concoction which makes up the stereotyped teenage girl have been presented in the form of books, movies, magazines, and television throughout history. There are three categories into which these stereotyped teenage girls are placed into.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The girls that are always hard to get seem like all they want to do is be your friend. Good friends at that, but you want a little more than just a friendly relationship. After all you are with these types of girls a majority of the time. Always being so polite and nice, taking them out to do fun things. Meanwhile you think you are getting more and more in their good books. Truthfully you are getting into their good books but always just on a friendly type of relationship. You just keep on trying and trying but it doesn’t seem to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are always those ones that just want your money and your car. Who knows maybe they will realize what they had or they could help you out with other girls. You just have to be careful in whom you believe. They are human beings just like you and I. This has to be one of the hardest things to deal with when it comes to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Most girls honestly tell you that it doesn’t matter how much money you have or what kind of a car you drive. However that isn’t the best way to do especially if that other person is your friend. They are always there and they can help you with certain problems you have with other girls and even tell you how to be one of the nicer guys. Because if you are rude then they are going to tell all their friends and then they won’t want anything to do with you. In most cases they will be as nice as possible to you until you two are married, then your in for it. That’s another benefit to having a girl just as a friend. The thing is though you can’t tell the girl you don’t want anything to do with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*This is for my girls all around the world (around the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth (oh ooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thinking all women should be seen not heard (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So what do we do girls, shout louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lettin 'em know we're gonna stand our ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take a deep breath and say it loud (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Never can, never willCan't hold us down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/4caieyx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/434jjb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2qw1uf7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/2v0zyqc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/4hs9560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116192219821161129?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116192219821161129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116192219821161129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116192219821161129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116192219821161129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-girls-girls.html' title='girLs.. girLs.. girLs..'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.tinypic.com/4caieyx_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32166238.post-116141265225255000</id><published>2006-10-21T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:08:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tHings to do WheN bOreD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tHings to do WheN bOreD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this somewhere 'coz i am really bored right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wax the ceiling - Rearrange political campaign signs- Sharpen your teeth - Play Houdini with one of your siblings- Braid your dog's hair - Clean and polish your belly button- Water your dog...see if he grows- Wash a tree- Knight yourself- Name your child Edsel- Scare Stephen King- Give your cat a mohawk- Purr- Mow your carpet- Play Pat Boone records backwards - Vacuum your lawn- Sleep on a bed of nails - DON'T toss and turn- Boil ice cream- Run around in squares- Think of quadruple entendres- Speak in acronyms- Have your pillow X-rayed - Drink straight shots...of water- Calmly have a nervous breakdown - Give your goldfish a perm- Fly a brick - Play tag...on West 35th Street- Exorcise a ghost - Exercise a ghost - Be blue- Be red- But don't be orange- Plant a shoe- Sweat - Give a Rorschach test to your gerbil- Turn - Write a letter to Plato- Mail it - Take your sofa for a walk- Start- Stop- Dial 911 and breathe heavily - Go to a funeral...tell jokes- Play the piano...with mittens on - Scheme- Sit- Stay - Water your family room- Cause a power failure- Roll over - Play dead- Find a witch- Burn her - Donate your brother's body to science- Ask why- Wriggle- Regress- Sleepwalk without sleeping - Try to join Hell's Angels by mail - Wonder- Be a square root - Ask stupid questions- Weld your car doors shut - Spew- Vacation at Three-Mile Island - Surf Ohio- Teach your pet rock to play dead - Go bowling for small game- Be a monk...for a day - Wear a sweatband to your wedding- Staple - Run away- Intimidate a piece of chalk - Abuse the plumbing- Bend a florescent light - Bend a brick- Annoy total strangers - Let the best man win- Believe in Santa Claus - Throw marshmallows against the wall- Hold an ice cube as long as possible - Adopt strange mannerisms- Blow up a balloon until it pops - Sing soft and sweet and clear- Sing loud and sour and gravely- Open everything - Balance a pencil on your nose - Pour milk in your shoes- Write graffiti under the rug - Embarrass yourself- Grind your teeth - Chew ice- Count your belly button - Sit in a row- Stack crumbs - Gesture- Save your toenail clippings - Make a pass at your blender- Punt - Make up words that start with X- Make oatmeal in the bathtub - Search for the Lost Chord- Chew on a sofa cushion - Sing a duet- Balance a pillow on your head - Hold your breath- Faint - Stretch- Flash your mailman - Teach your TA English- Learn to speak Farsi - Swear in Russian- Use an eraser until it goes away - Disassemble your car- Put it together inside out- Record your walls- Interview your feet- Make a list of your favorite fungi- Sell formaldehyde- Repeat- Ad lib- Fade- File your teeth&lt;br /&gt;- Whine - Rake your carpet- Re-elect Richard Nixon - Critique "Three's Company"- Listen to a painting - Play with matches- Buff your cat - Race ferrets- Paint your house...Day-Glow Orange - Have a formal dinner at White Castle- Read Homer in the original Greek- Learn Greek - Change your mind- Change it back- Watch the sun...see if it moves- Build a pyramid - Stand on your head- Stand on someone else's head- Spit shine your Nikes - See how long you can stay awake- See how long you can sleep - Paint your teeth - Wear a salad - Speak with a forked tongue- Paint stripes on a lake - Ski Kansas - Sleep in freefall- Kill a Joule - Test thin ice...with a pogo stick- Apply for a unicorn hunting license - Do a good job- Crawl - Invite the Mansons over for dinner- Paint your windows - Watch a watch until it stops- Flash your goldfish - Paint- Flirt with an evergreen - Smile- Rotate your garden...daily - Paint a smile- Shoot a fire hydrant - Apologize to it - Pretend you're blind- Annoy yourself - Get mad at yourself- Stop speaking to yourself - Be a side effect- Ride a bicycle...up Mt. McKinley - Duck- Redecorate...your garage - Develop a complex- Join the Army...be someone simple - Try harder- Hit the deck - Put leg-warmers on your furniture- Cut the deck - Crumple- Translate Shakespeare into English - Skydive to church- Cheer up a potato - Do aerobic exercises...in your head- Play cards with your swimming pool - Pinstripe your driveway- Play Kick the Fire Hydrant - Harness chipmunk power- Build a house with ice cubes - Call London for a cab- Mug a stop sign - Change your name...daily- Go for a walk in your attic - Challenge your neighbor to a duel- Build a house out of toothpicks - Howl- Wear a lampshade on your head - Memorize the dictionary- Stomp grapes in the bathtub - Find a bug and chase it- Make yourself a pair of wings - Be immobile- Dance 'til you drop - Check under chairs for chewing gum- Squish a loaf of bread - Moo- Bounce a potato - Outmaneuver your shadow- Climb the walls - Appreciate everything- Challenge yourself to a duel - Make napalm- Tattoo your dresser- Watch a bowling ball- Buy some diapers- Eat everything- Begin- Pour milk in the sink- Make cottage cheese- Tie-dye your sheets - Carpet your ceiling - Hold your earlobes- Fold your earlobes- Flap- Squawk- Read tea leaves- Analyze the Koran- Be Buddha- Award yourself a Nobel Peace Prize- Plug in the cat- Turn on everything- Drop pebbles down the chimney- Turn off your neighbor- Kill a plant- Buy a 1931 Almanac- Memorize the weather section- Think lewd thoughts about yourself- Blow bubbles- Send chills down your spine - Peel grapes - Make paper from the skins- Bloat- Catch them with your radiator- Get run over by a train of thought- Make up famous sayings- Bite your pinkie&lt;br /&gt;- Get your dog braces - Shave a shrub- Have a proton fight - Watch a car rust- Quiver - Rotate your carpet- Learn to type...with your toes - Set up your Christmas tree in April- Be someone special - Buy the Brooklyn Bridge - Mail it to a friend - Go back to square one- Factor your social security number - Take the fifth- Memorize a series of random numbers - Read the 1962 Des Moines white pages- Join the Foreign Legion - Learn Sanskrit- Exist...existentially, of course - Print counterfeit Confederate money- Kick a cabbage - Take a picture- Put it back - Sandpaper a mushroom - Play solitaire...for cash - Abuse your patio furniture- Run for Pope - Count to a million...fast- Make a schematic drawing...of a rock - Commit seppuku...with a paper knife- Revert - Think shallow thoughts- Starch your shoes- Polish your Calvin's - Contemplate a cockroach- Get a dog to chase your car - Let him catch it - Investigate the Czar- Form a political party- Climb a sidewalk - Have a political party- Get diagonal...with a good friend - Ride a loaf of bread- Sharpen a carrot - Interrogate a gerbil- Go bow hunting for Toyotas- Kidnap Cabbage Patch Kids - Jump back- Play to lose - Scalp a street light- Have your car painted...plaid - Read a tomato- Sharpen your sleeping skills - Watch a game show...take notes- Put out a fire- If you can't find a fire, make one - Interview a cloud- Play tiddlywinks...go for blood- Play basketball...in a minefield - Don't talk to things- Draw Lewis structures on your ceiling - Have your cat bronzed- Have your gerbil gilded - Write books about writing books- Create random equations - Mispell words- Tell your feet a joke - Throw a tomato into a fan- Sing the ABC song backwards - Pretend you're a dog- Dial-a-prayer and argue with it - Grease the doorknobs- String up a room - Stack furniture- Relive fond memories - Tie your shoelaces together- Gargle - Count your teeth with your tongue- Decay - Find your half-life- Design a better toilet seat- Shred a newspaper- Have a headache- Scratch- Sniff- Hatch an egg- Play air guitar- Act profound- Spill- Spell- Stare- Truncate- Slouch- Develop hearing problems- Put your feet behind your head- Tie bows in everything- Hold your hand- Watch the minute hand move- Grow your fingernails- Pretend you're a telephone- Ring- Radiate- Skip- Play hopscotch...with real scotch- Clock the velocity of your REMs- Put your shoes on the opposite feet- Cross your toes- Roll your tongue- Crystallize- Baby oil the floor- Hide- Attack innocent bunnies- Declare war- Destroy a tree- Hide the scrabble bag- Seduce your stick shift- Wink- Memorize the periodic table- Mummify- Pretend you're a roadie- Buy a Ginsu knife- Collect electrons- Correct typos that aren't there- Polish your neck...use Pledge&lt;br /&gt;- Recopy the Bible substituting your name for God- Loosen the lug nuts on your dad's new car- Drop your cat off the roof to see if it lands on all four feet- Count the bags under Walter Mondale's eyes- Unscrew all the lightbulbs and rearrange the furniture- Found the Jim Jones School of Bartending- Listen for non-satanic messages (i.e. "Drink milk")- Dress like Motley Crue...surprise your grandmother- Dial-a-Prayer and tell them they're wrong- Go into a bar and ask for a Molotov Cocktail- Learn everything there is to know about the Holy Roman Empire- Make a drive-in window at your local bank where there wasn't one before- Walk on water...but don't get caught- Confess to a crime...that didn't happen- Be in the wrong place at the right time- Plot the overthrow of your local School Board- Request covert assistance from the CIA- Discover the source of the Mississippi- Search for buried treasure...in Nebraska- Hot wax the bottom of your brother's dress shoes- Preach the philosophy of Marx...Groucho, that is- Drink as much prune juice as you can- Write a book about your previous life- Serve ping-pong balls...as hors d'oeuvres- Jump up and down...on your alarm clock- Make a quilt out of used cocktail napkins- Sterilize your stereo...with Jack Daniels- Carve you and your girlfriend's initials...in a marshmallow- Drive the speed limit...in your garage- Sing the national anthem...during your calculus final- Wear a three-piece suit...in a sauna- Pay off the national debt...with a bad check- Go to a cemetary and verbally abuse dead people- Give yourself a hernia...for Christmas- Defend your neighborhood from roving Mongol hordes- Recite romantic poetry...to your toaster- See if you really can build a nuclear device in your own basement- Go to McDonald's and pretend you can't speak English- Write to your congressmen, senators, President, etc. to tell them what a good- job they're doing...On April 1st- Find the heat capacity of your chemistry professor- Take apart all your major kitchen appliances...mix and match them- Turn your TV picture tube upside down- Phone in a death threat on President Kennedy- Put lighted EXIT signs on all your closets- Carry a tune...drop it, see if it breaks- Be planar...but don't tell your parents- Play hockey with your little cousin...as the puck- Make a deal with the devil...but keep your fingers crossed- Put instant concrete in your big brother's waterbed- Give a lecture on the historical significance of cream cheese- Debate politics with a fern- See how small you can scrunch your face&lt;br /&gt;- Sell firewood door to door...in Atlantis- Found the TLO (Toledo Liberation Organization)- Play nuclear chicken with a small third world nation- Raise professional certified racing turnips- Give your grandmother a raise and another day of paid vacation- Lead an aerobics class...for patients of the I.C.U.- Go to a drive-in movie in a tank- Go to a non-drive-in movie in a tank and drive in anyway- Send President Reagan an alarm clock...wind it up first- Found a cockroach stable and stud ranch- Send your goldfish to obedience school- Free the oppressed toasters of America- Weave a tablecloth out of copper tubing- Give your cat a suntan...in the microwave- Park your car...with a friend- Park your car...with a group of friends- Frame your first statement of bankruptcy- Place it on the wall of your office- Solve the population problem (x^2 + y^2 = population...solve for x)- Contribute to the population problem- Wear a T-shirt that says "I'll walk on you to see The Who" and a peace sign- Practice the Aztec method of heart removal on your professor- Find out who made the super glue commercials and give them your Ginsu knife- Get Ronco and K-tel to merge...they sell the same stuff anyway- Sneak into a nuclear physics lab and stay the night- Play with anything that looks interesting- Drop piston engines on two people and see who squishes first- See if your goldfish can live in Coors rather than water- Try to ignite water...the Mississippi might work- Draw Venn diagrams...screw them up- State fallacies as fact (like, "peanuts grow on bushes")- Visit the Architecture building...loudly criticize its design- Make a schematic drawing...of a rock- Wallpaper your laundry room...with pages from books you don't like- See if diamonds really do cut glass...on everything in your neighbor's house- Tenderize your tongue...chew on it for a while- See how long you can stare at a fluorescent light...try green- Bronze your sister's turtle- See how long it takes for her to notice- See what she does when she notices- Bronze your sister- If you lose, stop watering it and try again.- Increase your territorial holdings by force- Find out how many ways there really are to skin a cat- Boldly go where no man has gone before- Be a threat to the American way of life- Do research into the cause of World War III- Be a threat to the Northwestern Tibetan way of life- Re-establish the Roman Empire...in Pittsburgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116141265225255000?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116141265225255000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116141265225255000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116141265225255000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116141265225255000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/things-to-do-when-bored.html' title='tHings to do WheN bOreD'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116141165147780500</id><published>2006-10-21T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:10:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;survey galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L A S T P E R S O N W H O :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sent you a text message:&gt; i think it was saLve??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry:&gt; my sisters.. eeeww.. they always see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you?&gt; my cousins..Ü we watched zoom.. corny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with?&gt; gyra.. we love going to malls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with?&gt; my cousins ulit?! we always go out for dinner(though we are not that close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Said 'I love you' to you and really meant it?&gt; my mom.. haha.. of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Broke your heart?&gt; ouch..i don't get my heart broken 'coz i'm the heart breaker..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Made you laugh?&gt;kim.. the lesbo from the america's next top..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Talked with you on the phone?&gt; c ???????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W O U L D Y O U R A T H E R?&lt;br /&gt;1. Be serious or be funny?&gt; fuNnY..i love being humorous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink whole or skim milk?&gt; skiM miLk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Die in a fire or drown?&gt; nEithER..ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O Y O U P R E F E R. .&lt;br /&gt;1. Gray or black?&gt;bLacK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Colored or Black and white photos?&gt; it depends..pag emo blabk and white..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lust or love?&gt; love is mutual trust and lust.. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunrise or sunset?&gt; sunset.. the sky really looks different kasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. M&amp;Ms or Skittles?&gt; M&amp;amp;Ms..basta chocolate..yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Staying up late or waking up early?&gt; sTaYof course, staying up late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A N S W E R T R U T H F U L L Y !!!&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you like anyone?&gt; i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it?&gt; i think soooo..hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Then tell me who is she/he?&gt; haha.. he's ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D O Y O U P R E F E R. .&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&gt; moon nlng cguro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&gt; summer!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&gt; forward..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having two best friends?&gt; 2 best friends. though i'm into meeting new people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunny or rainy?&gt;rainy.. ung parang stormy na din para no classes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&gt; chocolate ice cream..yum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B O U T Y O U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it?&gt; i think it's already 1:45pm.. haha.. hinuhulaan ko lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name?&gt; kalifa jada m. maala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickname(s):&gt; jada,jadz..uber-model.. watev..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your birth date?&gt; june 19, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you want? more hours in a day?night?&gt; hmmmm... more hours in a night.. so that i can sleep longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you want to live?&gt; in a place where there are uber-hot guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want?&gt; kids??!! aww.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You want to get married?&gt; of ccourse.. maybe when i'm 25-27.. i'm only 16 at this moment.. duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S ANOTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.sad or lonely?_ uhmm.. actually.. i'm cofused :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do you care about someone that is not evenclose to you?_ maybe.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.have you ever been in humiliated in public before?_ of course i was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What do you feel about it?_ i was at first, *omigod* so embarrassed talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.How often do you cry when your heart is totallybroken?_ duh.. as what i said, i don't get my heart broken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How do you feel right now?explain._ i can't explain.. it's hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.How many times do you love someone seriously?_ twice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.have you ever play with someone's heart before?_yeah..it was fun..*evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.pag-wala kana mapili: are you going to love alesbian rather than a homo or homo rather than lesbian?_ duh.. i'm not that desperate.. i will love myself na lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Have you ever love a guy before and not realizing that he's a homo?_ nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Have you ever been loved by a lesbian friend ofyours before?_ eewww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.have you ever been loved by your bestfriend before? Seriously._ nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Have you experienced of being loved by all of your guy/girl friends before and they almost killeach other 'coz of you?tell a story about it._ i haven't encountered a situation like that yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.How many suitors do you have before?_ oh shuckz.. gonna start counting..bahka tomorrow pa tayo matapos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What did you say to your guy/girl friends when all of them were already starting to court you?_ "isa-isa lang guys.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What do you feel when every guy/girl in your place almost kill each other cause of you?_ flAttEreD??!! i would feel very, very flattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What was your worst experience about your friend/s?_ when.. none.. haha.. every experience with them was the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. is there someone who proposed to you before?did u accept?_ proposed about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What if your girlfriend tell you this "end ofconversation".._ jada:"ok bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever received a letter/msg from yourstalker or someone you don't know? What was written on it._ yup.. it was thru text.. things like hi, hello, can we be friends.. all that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116141165147780500?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116141165147780500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116141165147780500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116141165147780500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116141165147780500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey-galore.html' title='survey galore'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116133679024809663</id><published>2006-10-20T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:11:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fLy in tHe oinTment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a fLy in tHe oinTment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey. sembreak is emerging. but i'm not sure if this one's gonna be an awesome escape from school works and stuff. we (my friends and i) are planning to go to EK tomorrow, but my mom didn't allow me to go because my stupid sister spilled blunders about me. shuckz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayso much for that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes again. i assume that it will be pain just like always. but once again i think it'll be different this time. i thought that the other times too. he've been putting me through this for over six months now and i don't know what to believe. i never know when he is serious or not. i wish he would actually let me know for once. but I know if he looks me straight in the eyes and tell me he loves me I will know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to say I just can't put them into words. i need somebody to help me figure out what I need to do. i really do think he loves me i'm not just sure if we could work it out. At times he acts like he wants me and then at times he acts like he dooesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ang pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. shang, may testi ako sayo. magtag kayo.. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116133679024809663?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116133679024809663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116133679024809663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116133679024809663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116133679024809663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/fly-in-ointment.html' title='a fLy in tHe oinTment'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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-32166238.post-116124100196388675</id><published>2006-10-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:56:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRst pOsT oF mY bLog..Ü</title><content type='html'>hei y'all. so, this is my first post after a looooooooooong time of doing some important but stupid things in my damn existence. you know, school stuffs and all that. waahhhhhhhhhhh. difficulties have been a part of my days, but they always makes me bitter instead of making me better. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32166238-116124100196388675?l=smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/feeds/116124100196388675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32166238&amp;postID=116124100196388675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116124100196388675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32166238/posts/default/116124100196388675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smackingmybitchup.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-post-of-my-blog.html' title='fiRst pOsT oF mY bLog..Ü'/><author><name>jadzkydoodle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06168455373242628646</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>
