<?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-8466803292966724168</id><updated>2012-02-04T09:10:10.621-08:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCw9Dl1TQbs/TcXbZkiMX5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EJeh0iofUtA/s1600/tvxq-light-car-accident.jpg'/><title type='text'>-yumiiko-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-4555030840842843154</id><published>2012-02-04T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:10:10.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A dad is special man in every daughter's heart. Always having a special connection that no one else seem to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is a special Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is the Dad I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Dad and I, we are scarily alike in so many ways. We say and think of the same thing at the same time. Appearance-wise, people would say that I look so much like my Dad. We are both fat, we have the same face shape, we have the same kind of humour. Nothing goes wrong when I'm with my Dad. And that's why I love him. But in my perspective, he is more than just a Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is my teacher. He teaches me Chinese Idioms, English idioms, and he also teaches me how I should live my life and how I should live it well. He teaches me how to love, how things won't always go my way, how life works, and how I should fight for my own battles, to keep trying even though you may lose, to keep holding on to that faith. He tells me than I should always try, and I should have more confidence, and that I should not constantly worry about irrelevant stuffs. He is my teacher. And I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is my friend. The one who encourages my to do my best. And that winning is not all that important. He cheers me up when I'm down, and when things don't go my way, he talks to me. When people leave, he stays. When I'm angry, he tries to take my anger away. He is a friend, that never left, he always stayed. When everyone leaves, he would not. He laughs with me, and plays with me. He acts my age although he is forty. Because he wants to level with me, and I know he is trying, just like I'm trying. He is a good friend. He is my best friend. And I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And lastly, he is my Dad. He takes up a special place in my heart and that no one can ever replace him. He is a good father, no matter what people say about him. Things like how he doesn't teach his kids well. Well, to hell with them, because my Dad is a special man, and you don't know how he is like, how he teaches me well, how he is a friend to me, and how he is a Dad to me. And you don't know how much I love him. Others may have Dads too, but no one can level with my Dad. 'Cause he is the best dad in the world. As they say, "Anyone can be a Father, but it takes someone special to be a Dad." My Dad is special. And I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wouldn't know what to do without my Dad. He is everything I've always wanted in a Dad. God gave me this gift, and I will treasure it well. But of course I pray that God gives me all the time in the world to love my Dad wholeheartedly. Without my Dad, I'm like a fish out of water. Without my Dad, everyday it will rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Dad, a special man in my heart. He is indeed the best Dad in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4555030840842843154?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4555030840842843154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4555030840842843154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4555030840842843154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4555030840842843154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-dad.html' title='My Dad.'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3034608842056434965</id><published>2012-01-08T03:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:14:37.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work pays off? Yeah right...</title><content type='html'>People always say that hard work pays off. That you're effort will be rewarded. And that you know, practice makes perfect. Often, these are words that motivates us to do better, and bring out the bests in us. But I beg to differ after pondering on it for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter whether or not you work hard on a certain subject. No matter how hard you study, or how much time and effort you put in MEMORISING word for word, it doesn't help at all if you don't understand it. I had an experience before when i studied for a biology test for 4 days. I memorised and memorised and memorised, hoping to be able to memorise it all. But you know, biology, being what the teachers call it, all about concept. You learn from the textbook, understand it, and you apply to whatever questions the teachers throw at you. Yeah.. And in the end, I failed. Haha Yeap so what I'm trying to say is that I guess you'll have to understand what you're studying before trying to memorise, if in any case you need to. Okay well that's all. Good luck to all students out there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3034608842056434965?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3034608842056434965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3034608842056434965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3034608842056434965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3034608842056434965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2012/01/hard-work-pays-off-yeah-right.html' title='Hard work pays off? Yeah right...'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6042578094277902084</id><published>2011-12-28T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:39:51.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking day</title><content type='html'>Hehe my cousin and I baked this sponge cake )^o^(&lt;br /&gt;Not very spongy but yeah it's still kinda nice hehe *\(^o^)/*&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun (*☻-☻*)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c27frJErTLg/TvrVvGMkVBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/joNhtH4jlls/s640/blogger-image--1465874807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-c27frJErTLg/TvrVvGMkVBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/joNhtH4jlls/s640/blogger-image--1465874807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0szuR2cbZXo/TvnNq3Cuy-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/UUGJZlRWFC8/s640/blogger-image--731692901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5665966188006512032?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5665966188006512032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5665966188006512032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5665966188006512032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5665966188006512032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-never-thought-so-much-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-naAJNQG85s4/TvnNpdZBHzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pdm0PwGWYfM/s72-c/blogger-image-183819470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-1739410050915812888</id><published>2011-12-26T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:00:50.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired like a pig. 😜&lt;br /&gt;A day without you is like a year without rain, and I can't find another one just like you. 😘(*☻-☻*)&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9_lcsaZkPsw/TvlfEFOaLAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/egnUObjW6dg/s640/blogger-image--872414741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9_lcsaZkPsw/TvlfEFOaLAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/egnUObjW6dg/s640/blogger-image--872414741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-1739410050915812888?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/1739410050915812888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=1739410050915812888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/1739410050915812888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/1739410050915812888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/12/tired-like-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9_lcsaZkPsw/TvlfEFOaLAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/egnUObjW6dg/s72-c/blogger-image--872414741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-7328503120211577347</id><published>2011-11-26T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T06:27:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drama camp just ended. A whole week just flew past like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had loads of fun during this whole week, and I'm really sad now that it has to end :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will miss all my group mates. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My group mates are those kind that are really very sociable, although they are mostly a year younger than me, apparently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they are really nice, they are my 'ideal' kind of friends I wanna make, and they are so much more different than the people I know in my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really hope that I can stay friends with them and maybe see them next year, if I am going that is... I hope I am. And that they are too. And I hope that we will have a group outing soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so today was the last day of the camp, after our performance, we went to eat steamboat for 2 hours!! It was a buffet so... :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO during dinner, I laughed really hard in a really long time, my back was aching, I can't even remember when was the last time I was this happy. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They were really very funny people, and they were telling us lots of jokes, we were making lots of noise, and when people started to come in, I think they thought we were really noisy, and besides, we were talking about really sick stuffs, that makes things worse. But what the heck, I don't care. I was having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then there was this group mate, maybe it was due to the dance performance we had to put up, that's why he couldn't stop shuffling, he was addicted to it or something. :/ He kept shuffling at random places, at random times. It was really hilarious, really epic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess that if you have a sick mind, it doesn't really mean that you are a rapist or an unsociable person, because there are a lot of jokes that are related to it and I guess it is a way of fun too anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met really nice people, and I always wanna stay in contact with them. Even if it takes everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-7328503120211577347?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/7328503120211577347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=7328503120211577347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7328503120211577347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7328503120211577347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/11/drama-camp-just-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3796629011820906216</id><published>2011-11-24T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T05:31:22.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's One Direction yo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://i1.cdnds.net/10/41/reality_x_factor_1direction.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first time I heard of them is from my brother. He told me this, "One Direction is rising up to be the next Justin Bieber."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, I guess so, seeing that the views of their youtube videos are reaching to a few million! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of them participated in the 'X-factor', a British singing contest (I think, I don't really watch it :P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They participated as individuals, which means that they DID NOT KNOW EACH OTHER AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I guess they didn't make it very far as individuals, so in the end one of the judges grouped them together and hence, they are now known as 'One Direction'. They were outstanding though, as individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, Liam Payne participated in the X-factor'2008, he didn't passed the judges house episode. Simon thought that he was too young, and lack experience. So he told Liam that he should come again 2 years later. And so 2 years passed, Liam Payne is back! And Simon self-proclaimed that he was right. HAHA He was really awesome, singing 'Cry Me A River'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Personally, I am a fan of Liam Payne. I think his voice is really nice, but Harry's one is awesome-r. So basically I am both a fan of Harry Styles and Liam Payne. Both of their voices really melt my heart. &amp;lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do not know much about them, I'm really lazy to search up too anyway :P But I really like their songs, especially 'What Makes You Beautiful' and 'Gotta Be You'. Those 2 are my favourites! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Louis is really funny too. He speaks really well, in a sense that he can be an emcee. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, you know what, nevermind, I do not know much so I shall stop my post here. Let's end with a song. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'What Makes You Beautiful'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://youtu.be/QJO3ROT-A4E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Grr.. Blogger didn't allow me to post the video here so I just gave the link -.- Lazyyyy. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3796629011820906216?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3796629011820906216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3796629011820906216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3796629011820906216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3796629011820906216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-one-direction-yo-zayn-malik-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-9112242480440257312</id><published>2011-11-19T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T04:04:03.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ludtxhJJuF1qic91bo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ludtxhJJuF1qic91bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(credits to tumblr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonas Brothers - When you look me in the eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's a pretty old song, but really, it's nice, right? I mean, you do want your guy to feel like that about you, no? Well, I do I suppose. If I ever do find a guy who knows how to sing, I guess I would like him to sing this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;If the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is always searching, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; font-size: medium; "&gt;Can you ever find a &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; font-size: medium; "&gt;I've been looking for that &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I'll never make it on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Dreams can't take the place of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;And tell me that you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you're right here by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I find my paradise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you look me in the eyes&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;How long will I be waiting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;To be with &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Gonna tell you that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;In the best way that I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I can't take a day without you here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;You're the light that makes my darkness disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;And tell me that you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you're right here by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I find my paradise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;More and more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I start to realize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I can reach my tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I can hold my head high, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;And it's all because you're by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;And tell me that you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you're right here by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I know that it's forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I just gotta let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I never wanna let &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Cause when you look me in the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;And tell me that you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Everything's alright, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you're right here by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;When you look me in the eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I find my paradise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; 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So I totally believed my mum and I started to pray to God for my own benefit, like praying that I'll get good PSLE results. That year, I felt really close to God. And I did get rather good PSLE results, but thinking back now, how selfish was I to only think of myself. But of course I am different now. And that was when I was Primary 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to English tuition when I was Primary 6/Sec1, I couldn't remember how old was I. But there was one lesson, my tuition teacher did not teach us English at all. What a waste of money right! But no, I was really glad that he actually told us all about God that day. At first when he talked about it, I asked some questions so that I wouldn't have to do any English homework that lesson, how selfish right? But after that I got intrigued, and I wanted to know more. And that whole 2 hours, we talked and learned more about God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sec2, I totally forgot about the existence of God. I did bad deeds, I did what God didn't want us to do. I sin a lot. More like everyday. Scolding vulgarities. And of course, life was horrible that year. It was ridiculously terrifying. I was even scared of myself. And so people treat me bad as how I treated them bad. Mixed emotions, anger, frustration, sadness. Yeah well, all the expected. And it continued until sec3. Well, I was better during my sec3 year, because I tried to change, and I said less vulgarities. And now, I rather not say it at all, although sometimes with the slip of my tongue. But also now I'd rather not hear vulgarities coming out of my friend's mouth too. I'd cringe away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So then I started to remember that very person that I left locked in the drawer at the back of my head. That person was God. Earlier this year in April/May, all the insulting, all the misery came with me to my sec3 year, so I felt really depressed, so while I was at the bus stop, crying for help to God, asking why has my life become like this, this wasn't what I wanted, and I was sorry because I can't handle it anymore, I hate this me. And as though God has heard my prayer, because he sent 2 angels to me, to change my life, and I am who I am today. I still remember them till this day, and I am really grateful to them, for telling me about God that day at the bus stop. And I do not regret missing all my buses so as to hear them speak about God. After all, they are my 'angels sent from heaven' right? So we meet up often and they'll teach me stuffs about God, and now I know more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;What I am trying to say is that, &lt;i&gt;God do answer your prayers. You just have to repent and say you're sorry, and God will light your way. Your sins are forgiven.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-251438307554520541?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/251438307554520541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=251438307554520541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/251438307554520541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/251438307554520541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-believe-in-miracles-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8112416945886035004</id><published>2011-10-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T04:23:18.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCw9Dl1TQbs/TcXbZkiMX5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EJeh0iofUtA/s1600/tvxq-light-car-accident.jpg'/><title type='text'>Discrimination; Biased.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever since Kpop Hallyu wave hit Singapore around midyear in 2009, I have quite adored all the SM entertainment artists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;From SHINee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjWUO0BcyMA/Taqxa7_yRXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p08AY-EbbaQ/s1600/20091016_ringdingdongshineemv_main.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjWUO0BcyMA/Taqxa7_yRXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p08AY-EbbaQ/s1600/20091016_ringdingdongshineemv_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 423px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(From left: Onew, TaeMin, MinHo, JongHyun and Key.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;f(x),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3DblG3amgtk/S7mZuhau-pI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Qet-JjbawcQ/s1600/25s7aqv.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 654px; height: 436px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(From left: Victoria, Sulli, Krystal, Amber and Luna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;BoA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dummidumbwit.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/boa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dummidumbwit.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/boa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 480px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;TVXQ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCw9Dl1TQbs/TcXbZkiMX5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/EJeh0iofUtA/s1600/tvxq-light-car-accident.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 366px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(From left: YunHo, YooChun, JaeJoong, ChangMin and JunSu.) I'm not really familiar with TVXQ, I would often mix up YooChun and JunSu. Anyway, currently TVXQ has only 2 members, consisting of YunHo and ChangMin only. The other 3 went off on their own, commonly known as JYJ now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;and of course, the band I like the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-paNm_QUhG4M/TZfbSOCBUdI/AAAAAAAAEGo/9AFS0uLktgY/s1600/0319-super-junior.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 354px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(From left at the back: ShinDong, RyeoWook, HanKyung, LeeTeuk, KyuHyun, SiWon, DongHae, YeSung, KangIn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Front row from left: KiBum, SungMin, HeeChul, EunHyuk.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;They debuted as the largest group with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13 members&lt;/span&gt;, but I think that there may be many other groups that will beat that record in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;However, currently, there are only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9 members&lt;/span&gt; that are active in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;1 of them, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;HanKyung&lt;/span&gt;, has filed a lawsuit against SMent, and therefore quitting his job at SMent, and continuing his career as a singer in his home country, China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Although &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;HanKyung&lt;/span&gt; has already dropped the lawsuit against SM, there is no evidence that he is returning to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;KangIn&lt;/span&gt;, is currently serving in the korean military. He was &lt;i&gt;suspended&lt;/i&gt; from all his activities in 2010, because it was heard he got himself into a fight after drinking. After that, he then decided to leave for the military during his suspension. He will finish his military service only in &lt;i&gt;July, 2012&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KiBum&lt;/span&gt;, 1 of the youngest in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;, has decided to pursue his acting career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Although is was rumored that he would be joining the 5th album, Mr Simple, this year, but that remained as a rumor. Up till now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt; have not heard about when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;KiBum&lt;/span&gt; would come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;As for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HeeChul&lt;/span&gt;, the 1 who is deemed as "weird", has left for his military service not long ago, in &lt;i&gt;September&lt;/i&gt; this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;He is 28 this year, and in Korea, every 28 year old man has to go to serve in the military, although you may choose to go earlier when you want to, like in KangIn's case. But 28 years old is the deadline. You. Have. To. At. Least. Start. To. Go. When. You. Are. 28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For celebrities, you can choose to extend your "deadline", however, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HeeChul&lt;/span&gt; wants to do his part to protect his country, so he chose to go this year, leaving countless fans upset upon hearing the news. However, they are also relieved, knowing that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;KangIn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HeeChul&lt;/span&gt; are now together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;LeeTeuk&lt;/span&gt; would be serving his military duties somewhere next year. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt; are now starting to grieve, knowing that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; will never remain a group with the full number, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Here comes the worst news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I first heard of Kpop in 2009, and started to research more on them in 2010, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SMent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, in my eyes, are not technically, very bias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I did like all the artist in SM, and I adored them, having the ability to produce such good artists. Then I realised, SMent, when choosing their artists, they choose by looks, not talent. And &lt;i&gt;JYP&lt;/i&gt;, they choose by talent. And so I found out that although JYP artists aren't as famous as SM's, but they are able to win awards based on their abilities, like &lt;i&gt;Miss A&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I am saying that &lt;b&gt;SOME&lt;/b&gt; of SM artists &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;may not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have won based on their abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's take 2010 Golden Disk Award for example. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; was winning in online votes, album sales, and digital sales. Everyone thought that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior &lt;/span&gt;was going to win. And this Golden DIsk Award is a very high class award, where it shows how much effort you have put in that year. I think the stadium was filled with ELFs that day, waiting to hear the winner, and waiting to cheer and cry with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; themselves. The only colour that could be seen on that day was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pearl sapphire blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the colour that represents &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. But the results was the most unexpected, and it disappointed thousand of fans and of course &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior &lt;/span&gt;themselves. Although they didn't show it then, we could all see that they were trying to hold it in. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt; was the one who won. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; themselves knew it before they announced the winner. They stood up and went to congratulate members of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;. But later on their respective twitter accounts, they showed their disappointment but at the same time, tried to console their fans. See how caring they were, even though they lost? They know that their fans came all the way in hope that they would win, so they consoled us, without consoling themselves first. Thousands left the stadium with tears on their faces. This made many&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ELFs&lt;/span&gt; dislike SMent, because it was obvious that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; was winning, but in order to pacify their biased group, which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;, they bribed GDA. (Rumored, but we are still not sure up to this day.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This year, 2011, especially, it was even more obvious to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt;, that SMent is biased towards &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;. All the Music Videos of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;, they only had 2 dancing scenes. And they were dancing in a box! As for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;, they had many different scenes so as to tell a story on what their music is trying to say. And is was again rumored that SM had to lower &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;'s budget, because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;'s one was too high! Technically I don't care if their's is too high because you made it too high! You have to be fair and let everyone have an equal budget. If you made it too high and resulted in a loss of money, that would be your problem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;'s manager had to even post online this year to salvage &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. At least now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt; know that there is at least one person working in SMent that is caring towards &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. He mentioned that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt; have to help &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; win the GDA this year, if not they would disband. Think I'm talking nonsense? Here's the evidence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Super Junior 的经纪人在facebook上发表了这个消息, 文章的內容大概是Super Junior在一起的时间还有多久要看这次的GDA的得主.&lt;br /&gt;现在SM把Super Junior放到一边, 今天大家都觉得Super Junior在接下来的两年很难生存下去, 不过这些完全要看ELF对Super Junior的爱有多深, 两年时间不短, 如果ELF一直陪着Super Junior而且期待Super Junior的comeback, 那么SM也是会让Super Junior comeback的, 到头来, 这一切都跟钱脱不了关系.&lt;br /&gt;SM最看重的是一个group的成功和收入, 现在Super Junior的成员已经开始每年陆续入伍/离开, 所以SM觉得Super Junior在接下來的时间不能生存, 如果Super Junior能拿到GDA, 那就肯定能夠证明一些事. 如果S......uper Junior能夠获得GDA, 那么就能保着Super Junior多几年的生涯.&lt;br /&gt;大家也希望Super Junior不会解散吧! 但并沒有多少团能夠撑过5年, Super Junior在那时可能全都专注在solo上. 如果ELF团结在一起令Super Junior取得GDA, Super Junior便能撑过去了. 大家都知道这对他们十分重要, 他们也不断地重复喑示他们有多想取得这个奖, 他们想得到这个奖的原因只是要让人知道在两年后他们仍然会在此!&lt;br /&gt;所以最终Super Junior能否得到这个奖完全要看ELF们的努力了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, they told us that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt; have to do all they can to help &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior &lt;/span&gt;win GDA this year, because if they don't, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; will disband. We will do our best, and we will win if you guys don't bribe people, don't do tricks under your sleeve and such! For the past few years, it was playing tricks. Trying to show that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; was winning but the results tell a different story. Now, you upload your bias group videos everywhere, you reset &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;'s videos so that they views are lowered, which are also counted in GDA, and you're telling us we have to help them win?&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't play tricks SM, never play with the bitch, 'cause our bites are worse than you can ever imagine. I. Will. Kill. You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;And, there is this certain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sone&lt;/span&gt; that came to Mr. Simple MV to post many mean things about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt;. She, apparently thinks that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt; is the best. Well, technically it differs from person to person. But she was being so &lt;i&gt;arrogant &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;ignorant&lt;/i&gt;. This is one thing i hate about SM biasing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; because giving them the princess treatment would equal to the development of arrogance in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sones&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not stereotyping here, I am not saying that all are like that, I have friends that are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sones&lt;/span&gt; and we are all friendly towards each other. But I am saying some are like that, because I've also read blogs of  some of these people. I do not hate you all for being like that, it is not your fault. But it is also not right for SM to give &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; the princess treatment. Okay, back to the topic, so this certain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sone&lt;/span&gt; got bashed by lots of us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt;, and so she retreated to where she belonged. Although she apologized later, but she still received treats that lasted for awhile only. They weren't death treats, no worries, we aren't like that ;) I think now it died down already. She did mentioned something, however, it was really "meaningful". She said that many other fandoms like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; but hate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. Quite the contrary, actually. When we didn't win in one of the Music Bank, many of the other fandoms like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIPs, Primadoona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; all came to console us. See the connection we all share. But for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sones&lt;/span&gt;, I would like to categorize them as more "independent". They stay close together, and reject any entrance of others. Hence, arrogance. (I'm truly sorry for all my sone friends :( ) You can find all the evidence in Mr. Simple MV comments, but it's probably at the very back. Kinda hard to find. People comment everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Also, it was rumored that SM is afraid of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HeeChul&lt;/span&gt;. With the absence of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HeeChul&lt;/span&gt;, they are not mistreating &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not really a fan of A-CHA, and we all know that they didn't win once with A-CHA. SM gave them a lousy song, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; have to promote that song ALL BY THEMSELVES. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;LeeTeuk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;EunHyuk&lt;/span&gt; mentioned this in Sukira, you guys can go find by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;With this post, I am not trying to make you side us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt;, nor am I trying to make you hate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/span&gt;. I'm quite okay with them because it is not them that we should hate,(if you're considering hating them) but it should be the person behind all the tricks. It is not the whole of SMent, or the CEO, Lee Soo Man, but&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Kim Young Min&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I will hunt him down if he were to make all of us cry again this year. I. Will. Hunt. Him. Down. And. Shoot. Him. Down. Like. A. Hunter. Hunting. For. A. Deer. That asshole. &lt;i&gt;I'm the kind of bitch you never want to mess with in your life.&lt;/i&gt; Take note of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The saddest relationship among all fans and idols all over the world, it has to be the relationship between &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ELFs&lt;/span&gt;. We were discriminated, mistreated, misunderstood. And many of our boys faced car accidents, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kyuhyun&lt;/span&gt;, almost died. He had a 20% chance of living and he survived, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HeeChul&lt;/span&gt; had to undergo surgery and now a metal rod exist in his leg. Only about 1 or 2 members did not experience a car accident before. So all the more, we are cherishing our boys to the max right now. I'm not trying to gain pity, but SM is really, really, really crossing the line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8112416945886035004?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8112416945886035004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8112416945886035004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8112416945886035004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8112416945886035004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/ever-since-kpop-hallyu-wave-hit.html' title='Discrimination; Biased.'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjWUO0BcyMA/Taqxa7_yRXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/p08AY-EbbaQ/s72-c/20091016_ringdingdongshineemv_main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-2610552824365500193</id><published>2011-10-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:41:16.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6RSUIvD7wU/Tqq91L4reBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/izdH1D7i1r8/s1600/P1010812%2Bedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6RSUIvD7wU/Tqq91L4reBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/izdH1D7i1r8/s200/P1010812%2Bedited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668551802420426770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Photo taken by Alyssa, photoshop by Alyssa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I only photoshop the words in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is raw. Hehe, proud of myself, taking baby steps ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear when I preview it but somewhere along the way maybe something went wrong, so on blogger it's blur :/ What a shame. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the words say, "고독... 내 빈 느낌 안에있다. 너 없이 난 살는 안돼." Which means, "Loneliness... I have an empty feeling inside of me. I can't live without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, exaggerated, but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight! :) Buh-bye.&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/8466803292966724168-2610552824365500193?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2610552824365500193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2610552824365500193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2610552824365500193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2610552824365500193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/photo-taken-by-alyssa-photoshop-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O6RSUIvD7wU/Tqq91L4reBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/izdH1D7i1r8/s72-c/P1010812%2Bedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-126645570216768592</id><published>2011-10-26T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:51:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upmanyudas.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/cry-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 342px;" src="http://upmanyudas.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/cry-in-the-rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you'd ask me what I'm missing right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it out loud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the one and only thing I'm missing right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the memories we had together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things we used to do together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't seem to remember a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that's holding on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to shake me off your back so you could move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you walk away, I stand here in the rain, wiping my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8726736483767816528</id><published>2011-10-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:34:07.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is there even someone out there that won't want to play with my feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The world is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to believe any shit that others plant into their mind without even thinking about how reliable that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you trust in this world now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question asked, that can't be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we would stare at ourselves in the mirror, and say to ourselves, "You are ugly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is not the person who is ugly, but the world that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are born beautiful, we all have a kind heart from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things start to change as we grow up, as our environment influences us to be who we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are unavoidable, but please, can we at the very least stay true to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we lie to others, can we at least be truthful to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8726736483767816528?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8726736483767816528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8726736483767816528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8726736483767816528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8726736483767816528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-there-even-someone-out-there-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6602028963193700413</id><published>2011-10-24T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:58:44.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look here dude, what I don't understand, and probably won't ever understand, is why you'd have to talk behind my back, telling others things about me. It may be true, it may not be. But the bottom line is, this is my privacy, and would you mind respecting my privacy? Oh right, you don't give a shit about &lt;i&gt;respect&lt;/i&gt;. How could I have been so naive? Why did I believe all the shit you said? I should've known it was all lies. I should've known it was all that was needed to be said to &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; me. You know what? I'm stooping down to your level, and right here, right now, I am talking behind &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; back. But what makes me a better person that you are? What makes me a bigger person that you are? Is that I don't talk to people we both know and etch a lie in the mind. I don't try to put images in their mind so as to change a perspective of a person. In school, seeing you is already torture okay? But you had to barge into my life, even though there was already a "You better leave me alone" sign. But you still look into every single corner, and then now, you're in my CCA, telling my members lies about me, and they probably think that that is the truth, seeing how they're treating me now and how influential you can be when you want to. For goodness sake! Leave me alone! Recently I was trying to be the bigger person and forget our past once and for all, but because you previously etched a lie in my friend's mind, she keeps reminding me about it! And now I know, that it is harder for me to forgive you. Easy said, hard to be done. Surely, men and women have their differences, but apparently now, it's hard for me to see clearly who you really are. I'm a person with feelings okay? And my life is probably screwed by you. Your happiness for my misery, is that what you wanted? I can be mean sometimes, I can be a total bitch. I try to not talk to you, try to avoid you because I know I'll be that bitch. But you talk and talk and talk, and when I say mean things, you go about scolding me and telling everyone. I'm not a celebrity that needs her life to be publicized. And you're not a paparazzi. But do keep that job open for your future, I'm sure you'd be a big hit. I try to be the good person, I don't like being mean because after that I'd feel guilty. But I won't hesitate when you cross the line. Now I don't even wanna talk to much to my CCA members because I don't want to make any thing worse. Since their perspective of me is that, then let it be. I don't need people who don't believe me who I am. I don't need to brainwash them to think I am a nice person. They have eyes to see if for themselves. And if they can't, I'll pray for them. You might wanna do something about yourself too though, God will punish the ones who do evil deeds. But I'll pray for you too. In hope you'd come to your senses soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6602028963193700413?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6602028963193700413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6602028963193700413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6602028963193700413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6602028963193700413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-here-dude-what-i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8595748103529104901</id><published>2011-10-21T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:58:46.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The heart is merely a muscle that keeps you breathing, keeps you moving, keeps you alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, this is a fact. Scientifically wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Psychologically wise, the heart is what feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feel as in the feelings a person experience, and not the sense of touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the heart feels: Compassion and sympathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the world lacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt; glaring mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wanna know what else I think this world lacks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Innocence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't have the right to tell me that innocence exist in children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I can confidently tell you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as generations pass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it becomes significantly lesser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the world grows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the people get fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our lives becomes a routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of which a robot would live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soon, as years, decades, centuries pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wouldn't be trees that we'd be seeing along side the road, more like metals, metals and more metals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think there'll be a meaning to life anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that I think that there is now....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8595748103529104901?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8595748103529104901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8595748103529104901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8595748103529104901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8595748103529104901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/heart-is-merely-muscle-that-keeps-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6164052705792335909</id><published>2011-10-21T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:48:52.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you no humanity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you not see the girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps you wanted to escape the punishment of death by running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But can you live with guilt the rest of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand that you feel scared, you didn't want to get put to death because of an accident. At least in your point of view it was an accident because you were talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I guess this teaches a lesson to all drivers out there to never talk on a phone while driving, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But all in all, I don't think you should run away. You risked a life so you can get away scott free. But look here, you don't technically live a free life after that, 'cause can you live with betraying your conscience in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't think that you're so skillful that you can talk on the phone and drive at the same time, because apparently, reality proved you wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know for what reason you accelerated, but don't you find it weird that your car went over a bump on a perfectly straight road? And even though the girl is small sized, there would definitely be a 'thud' sound when you hit her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WHY DIDN'T YOU CARE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you pretend that nothing is wrong, and no one is watching, and just ran over her another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't help but cry for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, people who lack a sense of sympathy, or empathy, and definitely HUMANITY, people who were cold-blooded, just walked passed the girl lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the road, and act as if they didn't see her. You have eyes, but perhaps you don't deserve them. You have a heart, with no compassion. You have hands and legs but perhaps others who don't have it deserve it more than you do. Don't you think that you guys, having the ability to help, SHOULD help?! I mean, the girl is lying motionless in a pool of blood on the road, it's a very glaring and awkward thing? Wouldn't you go and take a look at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps it was also wrong for the parents to leave her walking around on the road, but even after she was knocked over, she could have lived if the first person who saw her, actually had the heart to go over and help. But now, a life is gone. And this proves how this world lacks the humanity that it should have. But apparently we all live in a world that is sinful. People are getting less humane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess now there's nothing that differentiate humans from animals, is there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What has the world become into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am now wondering how the people who walked pass can actually live a normal and proper life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the world now has judged the Chinese differently now. And I mean in a bad way. Me, being a Chinese myself, feels upset and mad that I'm being stereotyped. Because not all of us are the same. Some of us actually do have the compassion that others lack. I'm sorry to say this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I pray for that poor girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6164052705792335909?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6164052705792335909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6164052705792335909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6164052705792335909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6164052705792335909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-you-no-humanity-did-you-not-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-781637630937370121</id><published>2011-10-17T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:20:03.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw an old friend yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can't help but feel sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Almost cried, knowing how much I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I was just thinking about her earlier in the morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I saw her in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess God was giving me a chance to at least see her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was it 1 year already? When she left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I couldn't recognize her as much now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was still the same I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least we got to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So so so so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-781637630937370121?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/781637630937370121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=781637630937370121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/781637630937370121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/781637630937370121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/saw-old-friend-yesterday-cant-help-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3302280835383059439</id><published>2011-10-14T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:37:18.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't keep to my promise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you felt that way before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I felt that way before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to tell you the truth, because I don't want you to get hurt anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know it's my fault before that you were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, my one and only question to you is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way you did before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my answer to you, you'd hope it was a no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would you have ever thought that maybe it was a yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say for sure which is my truthful answer, because I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for getting our lives stuck in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps you have unglued yourself from that situation and moved on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas I'm still stuck in that same position,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no courage to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that you don't want me to feel affected this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can change how I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am who I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Alyssa is the kind of girl that knows for sure that no one is able to change her thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in this case,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because advice had been given,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet I'm still stuck in quicksand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'll soon be drown in it.&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/8466803292966724168-3302280835383059439?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3302280835383059439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3302280835383059439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3302280835383059439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3302280835383059439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5932963751877176996</id><published>2011-10-13T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:56:05.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw on twitter this certain quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You've lied to me about many things, but the two biggest ones were, 'I'm sorry!' and 'I love you.' Just thought I'd let you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I've lied to people before... Although I try to keep away from doing that 'cause it makes me feel awfully guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But certain things must, I suppose in some situations, be kept from others. Perhaps to protect them from getting their feelings hurt, the truth will not be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I try my best to stay away from those whom I've hurt really badly before, to prevent myself from doing more harm to that person but in some ways, I can't stay away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'm selfish. I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I hardly lie nowadays, and I honestly, I see myself as a truthful person, just that maybe some promises can't be kept by me, because I don't see how I can bring myself from keeping that promise. It's too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I mean it when I say "sorry". Always have, always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for "I love you.", I don't have a chance to really mean it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's for the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For me to stay away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll respect your decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5932963751877176996?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5932963751877176996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5932963751877176996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5932963751877176996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5932963751877176996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-saw-on-twitter-this-certain-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3503284704600856429</id><published>2011-10-11T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T07:14:41.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just watched Gossip Girl Season 1 Episode 1! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my gosh?! Its damn nice?! Can't wait to start episode 2 later~ Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, as teenagers, you just wanna break a rule for once. But then there's the fear of being caught. And the decision I make, will cause a huge consequence if I were to say yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But we all make these decisions in the first place, because it is exciting, at least it sounds exciting, and it's thrilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then it got me thinking, is that the reason why many teenagers break rules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then again, I've never broken any, so, there's always a first time in your life, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What could happen, what could happen....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if I'm traumatised? :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then again, there's never gonna be a chance like this~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there's a chance of making new friends, is there not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't that what I always wanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Making friends outside of school, who know you for who you are and not the rumors that are being spread around by fools in school?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What decision to make.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I were to say yes, I'd pray hard to God to protect me for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because I'll need it. I'll need it a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll probably be put in home jail and my parents are probably guarding my door 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean, if it really happens, I'll be a big baddie, worse than my brother, and from my point of view, I'm like an angel, and my brother's a devil. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K, signing off now~ xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3503284704600856429?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3503284704600856429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3503284704600856429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3503284704600856429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3503284704600856429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-watched-gossip-girl-season-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4871244215753340161</id><published>2011-10-08T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:46:03.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls, (well, I'm not sure about guys) have 4 different personalities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. When they're with their family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. When they're with their friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. When they're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. When they're with strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would add a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. When they're with their boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then I don't have one so I don't really know.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For me, when I'm with my family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a total weirdo. Outsiders never see this side to myself. I laugh at random stuffs especially when I'm happy, and then I can't stop, even though sometimes I don't know what I'm laughing about. And when I laugh, I clap my hands like a seal. Then my brother would look at me and laugh at my behaviour. I make unnecessary noises when I'm bored. My father and I, we're like masterminds. We read each others minds. Some things don't have to be said but we still understand each other. "Great minds think alike" is a phrase that is often used between my father and I. :D We're incredible and invincible!!! No one can stand in our wayyyy~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm with my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am rather quiet as compared to how I am at home. But when we talk about stuffs that I like and then I'll get very hyper and crazy and I'll smile until my cheeks hurt but that doesn't matter anyway. Sometimes when we see funny stuffs happening to others, we laugh out loud but secretly I hope that that person won't know that we're laughing at him 'cause it's being mean and can hurt his feelings, making him feel more embarrassed than he already is. But laughing with friends is a good medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm alone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think about lots of stuffs, mostly stuffs that makes me feel sad because you can always cry over and over again on the same thing but can never laugh over and over again on the same thing. Not that I cry when I'm alone but it just gives me lots of alone time, peace and quiet to think about stuffs. And sometimes I appreciate the peace and quiet, seeing how my class is like a jungle nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I'm with strangers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not really the type who is super outgoing, I'm rather shy actually, and I blame it on my mother. She trained my brothers and I to be really quiet that's why teachers always have comments on me being really quiet in school when I was in Primary School, but it's better now. And I mean BETTER, so I'm technically still quiet. Only my friends think otherwise. Anyway, I get rather shy when I'm with strangers, you can't expect me to talk to you first, you'll have to be the first one to initiate the first move. Unless, of course, I really want to make friends with you. But other than that, I apologise for my "introvert-like" personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Life's gonna throw you many stones, and try to pull you down, but that doesn't mean that you're gonna stay down forever, 'cause to succeed, you gotta stand back up and keep on moving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Saturday everyone~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4871244215753340161?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4871244215753340161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4871244215753340161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4871244215753340161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4871244215753340161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/girls.html' title='Girls ♥'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5579814135300330294</id><published>2011-10-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:13:52.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Imma rock the world someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5579814135300330294?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5579814135300330294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5579814135300330294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5579814135300330294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5579814135300330294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/imma-rock-world-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5994909664526865782</id><published>2011-10-07T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:46:20.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made a promise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I can't look for a second too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause it gives me that uncontrollable feeling at the pit of my stomach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes almost not realising that it's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You try to talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told you I was in a rush, "Another time, please",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you waited and waited, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I never replied you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the things left unsaid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've moved on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you've felt better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when I came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a little too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bye now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We gotta walk our own path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You left what we once had behind of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While I walked on with mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLpYArEYf88/To7KJ477DoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MfdeETIp4Y0/s200/All%2Bthe%2Bthings%2Bleft%2Bunsaid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660684052902645378" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Is my drawing nice?) Hehe my best yet! The others are just hideous. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5994909664526865782?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5994909664526865782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5994909664526865782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5994909664526865782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5994909664526865782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-made-promise-and-i-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLpYArEYf88/To7KJ477DoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MfdeETIp4Y0/s72-c/All%2Bthe%2Bthings%2Bleft%2Bunsaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-8008299911146485079</id><published>2011-10-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:39:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's lots of things in my head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lots of things that has to be said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I forgot everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when I look away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remembered that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we once had it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I, uh, thought of a song, not really "thought" but it was flowing through my head while I was having my Social Studies exam and then I mentally tried to "shoo" the song lyrics away. Epic fail, but anywho, the song was Adele's "Someone like you". I don't know why it was pestering me during my exams but it's a really cool song, is it not? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I really adore my childhood, I kept thinking back to those times, it was really awesome, although much are not remembered. But then there's that fact that I thought I was gonna die when I was 5 or 6. I couldn't breathe properly and had to take deep breaths each time. And I get really scared and all. So then recently I told my parents that, because I couldn't stay in a room filled with burning joss sticks, I had to go out and take deep breaths. But my mum went, "No!" With those very high pitched voice, haha, "I was only diagnosed for not being able to be put in a small room myself, no asthma, nothing of that." Then I told my mum, "It's called claustrophobic, Mum." Then she stared at me for about 3 seconds, and replied with a "Heh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So then I said, "Claustrophobic. Spongebob taught us that word. SEE! Cartoons ain't that bad!" Uh-huh, IN-YOUR-FACE! :D Okay, so I watch cartoons, so what? A grown child can't watch cartoons? When was is illegal, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So then we talked about America and how we're gonna sit on all those scary rides, then my Dad mentioned about if you're not having any heart problems, you won't die. So I told him to bring me to the doctor's before we leave and have me thoroughly checked. He didn't want to. When I die because I had breathing problems and whatsoever, you'll see. YOU'LL ALL SEE. Not that I wanna die early, *touching lots of wood*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 more days of exams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;56 more days to the 1st of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8008299911146485079?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8008299911146485079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8008299911146485079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8008299911146485079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8008299911146485079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-why-theres-lots-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4128370887644074259</id><published>2011-10-03T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T04:40:09.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hihi, it's time for a new update. I just need a place to vent frustrations and stuffs WITH NO WORD LIMIT 'cause twitter doesn't give me that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogskin is about 2 years old, but it's still really nice. Simple and plain. After all, simplicity is the best, isn't it? Why want so much drama in life too anyway. Makes life too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly, I wanna wish my cousin Good Luck for his PSLE, I doubt you will fail because I believe in you. Even if the world's against you, I'd be here, but you're still too young for that talk, not that I wanna be a nagging mum but just so you know. And dude, stop hitting me! It hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, pray hard for all the Sec3s taking EOY. We're all in this together, we'll all promote right? I hope to see or in any case I know I'll see those familiar faces I love. (Yikes, so mushy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for the venting-out-your-frustration part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Trinity. :( Haven't been able to go for weeks because I had to go pray to my Grandfather, who is said to have left this world already because the 尾期 is over. I have no idea what that is all about, just flow with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a emotional roller coaster. (and it doesn't helps that I'm a very emotional person too!) The people who sit on this ride with you, and go through all the obstacles with you are your friends. Here to back you up whenever right? WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we haven't heard of "fake friends", "fake smile", fake everything. Getting to know people, getting near people just to use them, then hurt them, and then throw them away. You know what? I feel exactly like that, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt; PS. This isn't directed at any of my friends, just so you know, I'm just saying in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever since secondary school perhaps the world has changed. The people I know now, aren't like any of those in my Primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there is the fact that I lived barely 1/4 of my life but I have already made countless mistakes that led to regret, remorse. The feelings that I hate most. I mean like, I'd rather feel sad that regret and blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then of course I know that there are people who are really, genuinely treating me nice, which I am thankful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It isn't as bad as it seems, they say. Yeah? Well, you wanna switch lives with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't seem to find that friend where he/she would lend me their listening ear and just sit there quietly, letting me talk, but could understand too. And I look around me and find that, many of the people I know found them already, so why only me, right? I'm not trying to complain or anything, it's not like I've not been living like this for years, right? Probably a little immune, but they're feelings that, in a way, can be remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not looking for sympathy or pity, 'cause I definitely do not need one, but sharing your feelings on a blog isn't illegal anyway, so yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's all. I love the nature of a blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will be TRYING to keep this blog alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4128370887644074259?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4128370887644074259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4128370887644074259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4128370887644074259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4128370887644074259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/10/hihi-its-time-for-new-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3353211999003717233</id><published>2011-07-17T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:16:24.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crushes and love. What is the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a mistake? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded. Didn't search up the meaning of those two words that can make a hell of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only to look into my past mistakes, hoping to never make the same ones again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at the future, do I need a certain somebody in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I look into the present, and then i discover, who I really need and don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, 'cause things ain't gonna be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look to hope, try to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tried and tried, and I come to realize, that the person who I need, doesn't need me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point? Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed, my friend, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend, and a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted ever stepping into Chung Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known I'd cause much pain to people around me, I wouldn't have made the first decision to come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather I experience all the pain I've caused other people than they themselves experiencing the pain I've inflicted upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather it be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3353211999003717233?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3353211999003717233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3353211999003717233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3353211999003717233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3353211999003717233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2011/07/crushes-and-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-7313105223695234490</id><published>2010-11-16T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:22:13.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letting go has been one of the most hardest thing we can ever do. We all face the same problems. As humans, yes we do. It may not be now, but somehow later in life, we will probably experience this pain. At that point of time, it may be a big blow. But when you're looking back, it probably doesn't really mean a thing. Yes, it may help you in your growth to be become stronger and more matured then before, and the pain will definitely go away. Maybe we should bear with it at that point of time, but what is the reason why we all can't let go? It looks as though it is easier than it seems, because as we're thinking about it now, we don't really experience it, we would just say, "Oh, when I'm out of love, I'll do this.... I'll do that...." But when it really happened, we feel lost and not in control, so we don't really follow what we say before. I feel, that our feelings affect us most in times like this. Because when we are calm, we are able to think, and hence the statement, "I'll do this... I'll do that.... when that happens." But when that incident really occurs, how would we feel. In this case, when we are breaking up, we panic. Our mind wonders. When we are out of love, we are hurt. Focusing probably only on the only thing we want to focus on, our other half. But we are not able to think, about the others, friends, family, relatives, and how they feel. Most importantly, we are unable to think of what matters most, hence, not being able to move on... ... Stuck in the past, where you would only think of the memories you and your other half had. While your other half may have moved on, you are still stuck at where you are, unable to pull yourself together, making yourself a walking corpse, making yourself think, "What's life, when he/she is not here." One action, one decision, could make a big difference in a person's life. While the other wouldn't know it, the pain in you is like eating you alive. The pain that we suffered, has caused us to be unable to completely let go. The deeper pain we suffer, the more we are unable to let go. Then, what caused the deep pain? Loving too deeply. As they say, our actions will be followed by consequences. So the consequence of loving to deeply is suffering deep pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another point of view, the reason why we can't let go is probably 'cause we are reminded of the other half, everywhere we go. Every street we walk, every corner we turn, it's like watching an old movie of memories. What you and your other half did together, the feelings you shared. When you're reminded, the pain comes back again. The whole problem here is just probably the pain, so we need to get rid of it, but to get rid of it, you have to get rid of your memories. But the memories you have will forever be there, there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Unless somehow you have found this brainwashing machine, then ta-da, in a minute, you are normal again. So no worries there. But the problem is, in this century, nothing like that exist...yet. So how do we mentally get rid of the pain? Think of the bad points of the person and hate them for life? To me, that doesn't really work. It sucks actually. As people say, hating a person can be really tiring. Why tire yourself out? So how? How how how? Maybe... direct your vision or whatever you're focusing on (which probably is your partner), onto another path.  When your relationship path failed, it's like as though the world of light has gone black. Time is the best healing medicine, so let time heal your path, but 'til then, focus on another path; your career path, your schoolwork path or something like that. Sometimes, people say, "I CAN'T FOCUS ON ANOTHER PATH, ALL I THINK ABOUT IS HIM/HER!" or "I'm in the same class/school as him/her, I see him/her everyday, how can I not think of him?!?!" Sorry to offend, but this is what I think to be more of a sensitive person. Like, mentally sensitive, not physically. (The real meaning might not apply here but still...) And you guys are the ones that probably love too deeply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's deal with the second one first - "I'm in the same class/school as him/her, I see him/her everyday, how can I not think of him?!?!" - well, your partner my be already moving on, or he/she may have the same feeling as you. If it is in that case, think again why you left each other. 'Cause to me, that'll be damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the first one - "I CAN'T FOCUS ON ANOTHER PATH, ALL I THINK ABOUT IS HIM/HER!" - Well then, I categorize this as those people who don't believe in themselves, the ones who don't have confidence they can move on. (Sorry to offend again O_O) But, these people, in fact, are the ones that will grow and mature even more than anyone, and in the end, they will thank the person who made them stronger. Yes, many people said this, I for once don't really agree with this statement to much extent. But to a certain extent, it is still true. Because we may not know it, as we don't usually observe our own behavior, but deep inside, we did change. Only maybe Him knows this change, maybe those people that are very close to us recognise this change, but we, ourselves, do not know it. So we may say, "I feel hurt." Definitely. But how do we deal with these sorrows? How do we overcome them, first thing we have to do is to calm ourselves, think. Was the decision made right and best? What should I do now? Should I believe?  Believe. You can help yourself in many ways, more than you think, more than you know, yes, things happen for a reason, but not everything single thing is the happenings of God, but instead, He'd probably give you the choice to make, let you have the freedom to choose, if the choice made was wrong, then we'd learn from it, directly or indirectly. If the choice made was right, we live to our choices without regretting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-7313105223695234490?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/7313105223695234490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=7313105223695234490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7313105223695234490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7313105223695234490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/11/letting-go-has-been-one-of-most-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-2531868549606006540</id><published>2010-08-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T08:50:48.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've stopped blogging, as y'all may know for a very long time already just to make it official. -.- Partly is 'cause i got nothing better to do. Seriously. Okay, nvm, won't delete the blog so as to maybe y'all wanna read to older posts or something like that. Yah, okay, off i go~ 안녕~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-2531868549606006540?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2531868549606006540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2531868549606006540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2531868549606006540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2531868549606006540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-stopped-blogging-as-yall-may-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3871467444457139908</id><published>2010-02-27T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:19:35.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were at megan's house today learning how to dance. (sorta), then xinying asked us when our parents allowed us to have boyfriends. Megan said her father told her 21, mother said 18(?), jingting is 17(?), xinying is uni that time, then zising is whenever. LOL. Then i never ask before, so dk lor. Then today at sentosa, my cousin, gladys and me were like talking about what kind of husband we want, then my papa heard, so i remembered that we talked about boyfriends in the afternoon, so i asked my papa when i can have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He asked normal one or what?&lt;br /&gt;Then i said normal.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said anytime lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then i said : "seriously? what do you mean by normal?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Like no sex one lah ! "&lt;br /&gt;Me : Zzzz.... I ALSO DONT INTEND TO HAVE SEX AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE !" HAHAHA ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then at dinner i keep asking alot of questions and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, questions like : The 'di xian' is what ?&lt;br /&gt;He answered : Hold hand lah.&lt;br /&gt;I said : "Huh. that means when want to marry those kind then can hug and kiss arh ?" (my cousins laughed, i think).&lt;br /&gt;Then if i like a guy that is younger than me leh?&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA ! HIS ANS DAMN FUNNY !) He said : "That means you got problem lah ! a guy like older women is okay, but if a girl like a younger guy means she's childish."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "then if shorter than me leh ?"&lt;br /&gt;Him:" okay, but not good."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"if shorter than me but haven hit puberty?"&lt;br /&gt;Him :"then see 1st lor."&lt;br /&gt;AND HE ALSO ASKED ME TO BRING MY BOYFRIEND HOME NEXT TIME IF I HAVE ONE !&lt;br /&gt;He said old people have more experience, will know whether that person good anot.&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked : y'all will say anything anot?&lt;br /&gt;He said : No.&lt;br /&gt;Then i said : HUH ! THEN 4 PERSON SIT OVER THERE NEVER SAY ANYTHING THEN LIKE SO AWKWARD LIKE THAT !&lt;br /&gt;Him: no, y'all can do anything y'all want. like go down walk walk or what. when he go alr then i tell you lor.&lt;br /&gt;Also got ask : even if last one month bring him home arh ?&lt;br /&gt;Zooms---------&gt; YEAH ! I LOVE MY PAPA ! HAHAHHAH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3871467444457139908?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3871467444457139908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3871467444457139908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3871467444457139908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3871467444457139908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-i-love-my-papa-hahahhah-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-2956310987718986677</id><published>2010-02-15T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:51:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CRAP ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe Im abit outdated, for those who have already found out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the wushu person that performed with the sword on CNY celebration is NOT weixuan. APPARENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looked like weixuan from far, or maybe im just blind... Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those who know him more than me(and i do not mean it THAT way), on that day i guess you people would have already knew. So, yah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those people who were sorta blind like me(not meaning it in a bad way), you people might have known sooner already, but people who didnt know, well, now you do. HAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, but i feel outdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dont ask me where I got my sources from, but i got them :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-2956310987718986677?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2956310987718986677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2956310987718986677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2956310987718986677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2956310987718986677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/02/crap-maybe-im-abit-outdated-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-642912515885139773</id><published>2010-02-14T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:39:45.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="ZH"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;纯真的爱情, 真令人羡慕.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remembered when my younger brother had just started nursery. Boy, he was damn cute ! During meet the parents session, his teacher told my parents that he like someone, and that someone is cute + pretty. :D then i realised that they LIKED each other. And that they were so innocent, so cute, that i think love should be that way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you see couples on the street, you assume that they love each other wholeheartedly. But under all that, maybe it's just nothing. Love isnt a game, where there will be only one winner and loser. Love is a game where all of us are winners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we're not winners because we are the one doing the breaking-up, and we're not losers because we're heartbroken; but instead, we're winners because we learn from our mistakes and gain something from them, and the best damn thing is that we dont make the same mistake again. Love can be forever, if you understand the true meaning of it. you cant just look up the dictionary and UNDERSTAND it. It's nothing like that. Experience is the key to knowing it's true meaning. You can date many times, but in the end, there's only one that you love. And you know that. Who he/she is. You want to be his smile, his laughter, his everything; his little actions had touched your heart. It's just THAT much that can fill your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love cant be a movie, where it's just ACTING - no one really loved each other. Love is only true when it's innocent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Innocence is just like us being kids, young, like when we're just 4 years old, except now that we're older, but under all that love, we're still kids. we're still young, young at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You ask, Do I like someone? I say no. Do I? NO ! So dont ask yeah? Thanks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-642912515885139773?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/642912515885139773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=642912515885139773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/642912515885139773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/642912515885139773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-956087797940278070</id><published>2010-02-11T03:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:22:46.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I DONT WANNA GO TO SCHOOL ANYMORE, IT'S LIKE DRIVING MYSELF TO HELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'LL TRY AND ASK MY PARENTS WHETHER I CAN TRANSFER OR NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THEY MIGHT AGREE IF I TOLD THEM WHAT HAPPEN, BUT I DONT FEEL LIKE TELLING MY WHOLE BLOODY STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT IF I DONT, THEY MIGHT NOT AGREE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;UGH, WHAT SHOULD I DO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-956087797940278070?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/956087797940278070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=956087797940278070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/956087797940278070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/956087797940278070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-wanna-go-to-school-anymore-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6790501785853837110</id><published>2010-02-11T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:18:13.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys in my class like the ones closer to us, are very weird. At least to me. They treat me different as compared to my friends. The guys, they talk to my friends like they are friends, good friends. But to me, like enemies. They have to scold me or make fun of me at least one time in a day. How mant times would that be in 365 days ?! I just dont understand. Im like someone who can be bullied easily. Like a little girl. But im not one anymore ! Im fourteen ! How young can that be ? I thought about transferring school many times. Why ? Cause I cant take the life im facing now. God gives us challenges in our life, to see if we can overcome them, to see if we can climb the brick wall in front of us, or we'll be stuck there and we cant move. Well, I cant move, Im stuck, I cant take the challenges God is giving me. Ive dissapointed everyone. Im sorry. They say that people must learn from their mistakes. I just dont. Im much too different. Maybe I should just go to this school where evryone is like me. Is there a place like that? Ive always thought that school is the best place on Earth. I didnt like home. But now, I love home more than school. Home to me, is heaven, it's paradise. Everything belongs to me, everything is like me, everything listens to me. I cant be any more happier at home. But yet again, I can. Cause I dont like home too. Im not the way I used to be. I feel weak and fragile, like a piece of paper that would break any minute. Ive lost faith and hope in life. Will God shine light into the darkness of my world, the darkness of my heart ? If i cant stand on solid ground right here, right now, how can I face the future ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe it's a misunderstanding, ok, fine, then just blame my stubborness. If i could rate my life, 1 being the lowest(suckiest life) and 10 being the best life anyone can ever get, i think my life would be 0.0000000000001. If there is a line in life, I'd be standing on one end, while everyone else would be standing one the other end. Being far away from everyone feels empty, lonely. I never thought that one day, i'll be as sad as i am now. I'd never thought that that day would come so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;一次的希望, 给我们勇气;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;两次的盼望, 给我们力量;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;三次的渴望, 给我们失望, 因为越大的希望, 使我们越失望.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;学着不去渴望太多.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Guess who wrote this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ALYSSA DID ! (well, with a little help from Evvie :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aint she great ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(I thought that this would be a motivation for me. Haha, guess im wrong...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She wrote something else that you'll think she's even more great :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(at least i know some people will think that she's 'great')&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa sucks. She doesnt know how to live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aint she awesome? HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is so emo. As people say, some people are traumatised when young, i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; i am too. just that it's not 'young' when i was traumatised, it's now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even if Im short, so what ? There are advantages. Not all tall people lead a good life. You say that im short, i give a damn about it. God shouldnt give you such a good life. Cause you dont deserve it. I may not deserve my good life(well, it was good before everything just totally went bizarre and topsy-turvey), cause some people may not like me, but i tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;据说希腊神话中的天神普罗米修斯造人的时候, 在人的脖子上挂了两个袋子, 一个袋子装别人的缺点,挂在身前, 另一个装自己的缺点, 挂在身后, 所以人很容易看到别人的缺点而看不到自己的.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; zhuofan and ruifeng, they have gone too far. At first i was thinking that i'll handle the problems im facing now with patience and calmness. But today after school, zf said something to me that is damn hurtful. And worse, rf chipped in. I feel like shit. Suddenly I feel so self-conscious. Now I really feel like transferring... :( even now when i see someone taller than me, i'll feel very scared that they'll make fun of me. Im sick of crying myself to sleep at night, tired of living, i dont wanna try anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6790501785853837110?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6790501785853837110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6790501785853837110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6790501785853837110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6790501785853837110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-in-my-class-like-ones-closer-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5896958239771526651</id><published>2010-02-09T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:05:10.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe Im the one at fault, but even it is so, you hold a higher percentage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You did something, and to a girl, it is very shameless, especially if someone actually saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If someONE saw it, that means there may be a lot of other people who saw it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This spells &lt;em&gt;embarrassing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You even commented on what you actually did. And please, Im damn bloody pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somehow in my life, the only one who can make me damn pissed is you. You won the &lt;em&gt;I-Can-Make-Alyssa-Pissed &lt;/em&gt;Award, are you happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the next day, in the morning you asked me if I was still angry at you because of what you did, are you trying to say you actually DID do that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then later, you denied all of it. You claim you use the water bottle. Ok, fine, if it is so, then your water bottle is magical, it can help you feel. It can bend easily so that you know whether it's &lt;em&gt;hard &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;soft.&lt;/em&gt; Wow, please buy me one of those bottles one day. Then when i go to the mattress store, I dont have to sit on it, I just use the bottle and &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please, a water bottle cannot bend in all shapes to help you feel, so how do you explain all of these ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You started a drama, you said a lot of bad things, HAH, Guess what? I wasnt that pissed. Why? cause it was expected of you. You let your feelings take over you. (That's your own lost.) When you are angry, you just spit everything on your mind out. I heard everything you said, I didnt like it, yeah, but I was nice enough to not start a bigger drama, a bigger problem. And sides, I didnt take all those to heart, cause you aint any better. No one's perfect, I know im not. You can criticise your friend here and there, talk to them, but if someone else did what you did today, it wont affect other people, but it brings harm to them only, just like bringing harm to yourself. You're luring trouble to yourself. People who do good deeds will get back what they deserve(in a good way), but people who did bad deeds, well, you know what'll happen. It's just a matter of time, Patience it the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont need anything, I dont ask for anything in life, but I really wish to have friends. Cause without them, I feel empty, like a loner. So Im asking you, please dont contaminate their minds, and slowly take them away from me. Cause one of them said today that they dont trust the person who saw what happened, she trusts you instead. I kinda find it unbelievable. Well, I guess people are just different. Although it's normal that people dont understand other people, but it just hurts a lot doesnt it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dont know what to do, Im feeling extremely sad, my heart is sinking. What should I do? Im lost in the darkness of my own world. It's so scary, so dark, so cold. No one's with me. Just evil. Oh, God, I pray and pray and pray that you bring light back into my life, make me feel safe. &lt;em&gt;please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many of my wrong decisions brought me to where I am today. I wish I could go back in time to the day I made the first wrong decision, and make the right one instead. maybe things wouldnt have been like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5896958239771526651?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5896958239771526651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5896958239771526651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5896958239771526651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5896958239771526651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-im-one-at-fault-but-even-it-is-so.html' title='Wrong decisions'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5279795851236470699</id><published>2010-01-05T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:17:03.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG. Things hasn't been going right since the start of the school. And it's like, THE SECOND DAY ONLY ?!?!?! WTH. IM SO NOOB.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when i mean 'nothing's been going right', half of it is about my post, yes the Cheena one. And it's driving me crazy. I mean like, if my friends know me well enough to figure out what i was&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; trying-very-hard-to-not-make-it-obvious &lt;/span&gt;but eventually the cat will die inside the bag, therefore, it has to be let out. How saddening.&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST DAY YOU GUYS JUST HAD TO ASK.&lt;br /&gt;But now that i told you guys, feel much better, can express my feelings in front of y'all. Not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt mean it's a good thing though. Cause y'all were talking very loud, TODAY. IN THE MORNING. Then recess that time ruifeng ask me to thank him, then xinying was &lt;s&gt;telling&lt;/s&gt;SHOUTING to ruifeng : ALYSSA 不要你，她有新的对象 !!!  -.- (That happens to mean I have a bf which I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DONT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, it's ok if you tell him, but you dont have to tell the whole world THANKS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please dont comment on this post in my cbox, yeah, will thank &amp;amp; LOVE you ALOT) :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5279795851236470699?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5279795851236470699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5279795851236470699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5279795851236470699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5279795851236470699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6423305181668032041</id><published>2009-12-30T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:43:55.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny video : intro by cousins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj7f3B1VCYM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aj7f3B1VCYM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6423305181668032041?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6423305181668032041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6423305181668032041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6423305181668032041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6423305181668032041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-video-intro-by-cousins-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6038251883997990025</id><published>2009-12-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:54:05.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8 years of relationship is very long, you couldnt just say &lt;em&gt;bye&lt;/em&gt; to a person you've known for 8 years and just get on with your life. Especially if it's someone you're close too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's gonna have a hard time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Being a single mother of 2 kids and the sole breadwinner and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's time for a change in my life, a new domestic helper, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My parents are choosing them like it's an item in a store. Im 13, i wouldnt like it if i had to be "chosen" like an item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They were like : See which one you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When i heard the word "want", i felt so much like scolding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Domestic helpers ain't an alien, a toy or whatever. They are still humans, and i respect that. That's why i didnt 'choose' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel sorry for my domestic helper now. She knows everything, and is gonna have a hard time earning money to let her children go to school. All thanks to my younger brother, he just HAD to blurt it out. In a way, it can somehow be a good thing, letting her decide on what she's gonna do to help her family and herself. But it is still very saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6038251883997990025?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6038251883997990025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6038251883997990025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6038251883997990025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6038251883997990025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-years-of-relationship-is-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3395255684686011232</id><published>2009-12-24T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:10:22.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You're in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in it's door you appeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;moving forward, moving forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;moving forward inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just say that you want it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;even if a wall appears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I will climb it, i will climb it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and i will climb it to reach inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll wait for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in front of you in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a new rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3395255684686011232?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3395255684686011232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3395255684686011232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3395255684686011232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3395255684686011232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-in-my-heart-in-its-door-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4621843410374678955</id><published>2009-11-27T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:23:01.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YO ! LOL. now in my cousin's house, time now is 12.20am. Took some photos with my cousin, will be posting up soon. Okay, gotta go sleep, Good Night ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oyasumi nasai ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4621843410374678955?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4621843410374678955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4621843410374678955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4621843410374678955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4621843410374678955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3971467303099935021</id><published>2009-11-23T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:31:26.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two great things in this holiday so far and that is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1/ Homework almost done. ( LEFT HISTORY AND ELIT :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2/ Im going cheena in 2 weeks ! at least i can relax soon ! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(anything for anyone ? ) :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3971467303099935021?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3971467303099935021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3971467303099935021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3971467303099935021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3971467303099935021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-great-things-in-this-holiday-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3673357397115180038</id><published>2009-11-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:09:43.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;住在山中的一个小家庭，独子挨骂后，跑到山谷大叫：“我恨你、我恨你、我恨你......”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;他的叫声在空旷的山谷中回荡，很快地撞到对面的山壁，声音又反弹回来，同样是一阵阵不绝于耳的：“我恨你......我恨你......我恨你......”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;从未真正听见过山谷回音的小孩，被这阵突然其来的声音吓住了，高声的对着妈妈叫到：“妈妈、妈妈......好可怕的事情，山谷的对面......住着一个坏小孩......他......他一直对我说......‘我恨你’ ！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;充满智慧的妈妈柔声地对他说：“孩子，我不知道山谷对面那个孩子，究竟是不是坏孩子；不过，我建议你去试试看，对着山谷高声喊着：‘我爱你！’然后，再看看山谷对面那个孩子会有什么反应。你说，这样好不好呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;这个孩子果然按照妈妈所教导的方法,来到后山,同样地对着山谷,一连串地高声大叫:"我爱你、我爱你、我爱你......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;经过不到一秒钟,无数的'我爱你、我爱你、我爱你.......'的回声送到小孩的耳朵里. 这个孩子很高兴的露出微笑,他清楚地知道,山谷对面的那个小孩,此刻已经变成好孩子了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;这个回音的故事,很明显是告诉我们:"如果你希望看到世界改变,那么第一个必须改变的就是自己."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3673357397115180038?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3673357397115180038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3673357397115180038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3673357397115180038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3673357397115180038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3539544535905361430</id><published>2009-11-13T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:15:35.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wahh... my horrible life is filled with blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the horrible &lt;s&gt;man-eating&lt;/s&gt; girl-eating VAMPIRE craves for my blood so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( but as you know, i have thick skin, therefore... ) He used his long sharp, dirty claws to scratch my right arm, he did it many times, slowly, I could feel the pain that &lt;em&gt;burns&lt;/em&gt; so much&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh ! How i thank the two people who saved me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, there shouldnt be any &lt;em&gt;VAMPIRES&lt;/em&gt; in real life so, if you see one, you're dreaming. In my case, i was not. There was actually A vampire in my house. And that is my younger brother. Got scratched by him AGAIN. This time, it's not that serious. lucky me. But i still could see the red in it. He was really scratching me alot of times, until my parents came back. &lt;em&gt;WOOHOO ! HE STOPPED ! YAY :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3539544535905361430?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3539544535905361430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3539544535905361430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3539544535905361430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3539544535905361430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/11/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6237786806011680917</id><published>2009-11-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:56:25.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday i was touched and a bit shocked by someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;( and to that someone : No, wont not be talking to you, nothing wont change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;our relationship. HEH :D ) and that feeling was sort of ruin by another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;someone &lt;&lt;&lt;( this person makes me pissed ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, i was scratched by my younger brother yesterday. Why? Cause he didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;want to take a bath (the whole day he was wearing the same thing and he stink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ALOT) then when my papa was showering, he ask my younger bro to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and shower with him. then he dont want, went to sit on the toilet bowl instead.@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My younger bro is sleep with me derh marhs(yeah, dont think sick :D) then i cant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stand him being so stinky. so i went to help him take off his pants, then he got so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CRAZY. he scratched my right arm.(y'all could see the 3 pink thin line on my arm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i was going to ecp today.) and it was so damn pain. What's with children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nowadays? One minute they are all so giggly, the next they are all so crazy. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;havent even recover from the last time my younger bro scratched me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;poor me with a bloody life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-- I dont know if it's just me or is it the fan that is blowing air into my eyes but... Im crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6237786806011680917?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6237786806011680917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6237786806011680917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6237786806011680917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6237786806011680917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-was-touched-and-bit-shocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4290211841472760615</id><published>2009-11-11T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:37:58.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PERFECTLY NICE&lt;/span&gt; holiday... :D oh, bullshit, who am i kidding? YES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PEOPLE, I KNOW I DID NOT UPDATE IN THE LAST 800 MILLION YEARS. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was in the hospital, healing (yes, I'm injured, BADLY) but as you know I'm still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here, so miraculously I'm not dead yet. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES, I'm 800 million years old, but I'm still posting, FOR YOU. (you guys should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really thank me. HAHAH, just kidding. Dont get mad, PLEASE). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, this holiday cant get any worse... well, actually it can, cause i haven do my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;homework. Hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, and recently i went through my stuff and found alot of FAHRENHEIT things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; then suddenly i realised that they still are damn SHUAI. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhhhhh, im stuck at home with no where to go.... i MISS MY FRIENDS SOOO MUCH ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_nELuMmHaM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_nELuMmHaM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my younger brother when he was young. So cute and funny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4290211841472760615?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4290211841472760615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4290211841472760615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4290211841472760615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4290211841472760615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-perfectly-nice-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4755414658296994040</id><published>2009-07-29T02:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:25:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WALAO, I feel damn stupid larhs ! I think that the next time when i really post is abt megan's birthday, which is alr v far from nw. so damn idiot larhs ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days i really v "yong gong" cus i finish my hw on time as in on that day i finish le. when doing with ur frens then it's damn easy and then v fast then finish liao larhs ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;so cool ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is abit crazy abt Kim Hyun Joong and his "chest" . Then Heidi oso crazy over Kim Bum. but not as crazy as Megan larhs ! ;) ( aiyah, im not insulting you larhs ! ) then both are Mrs. Kim. Heheh, who will win the war between "Mr. Kim"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more handsome? It's the one and only &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Yan ! ;D Got Punked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4755414658296994040?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4755414658296994040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4755414658296994040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4755414658296994040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4755414658296994040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/07/walao-i-feel-damn-stupid-larhs-i-think_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-1216677915952691973</id><published>2009-07-29T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:25:27.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WALAO, I feel damn stupid larhs ! I think that the next time when i really post is abt megan's birthday, which is alr v far from nw. so damn idiot larhs ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days i really v "yong gong" cus i finish my hw on time as in on that day i finish le. when doing with ur frens then it's damn easy and then v fast then finish liao larhs ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;so cool ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is abit crazy abt Kim Hyun Joong and his "chest" . Then Heidi oso crazy over Kim Bum. but not as crazy as Megan larhs ! ;) ( aiyah, im not insulting you larhs ! ) then both are Mrs. Kim. Heheh, who will win the war between "Mr. Kim"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more handsome? It's the one and only Aaron Yan ! ;D Got Punked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-1216677915952691973?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/1216677915952691973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=1216677915952691973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/1216677915952691973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/1216677915952691973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/07/walao-i-feel-damn-stupid-larhs-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8240677717823628697</id><published>2009-07-07T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:30:52.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thinkin back now, th first monday of sch, 'cause i that time just from DL to GR marhs, idk anyone, i think the first 2 friends that i made were Chun Kai and Tang Jie? they were like, talkin and talkin and talkin then dont know the Chun Kai call me then tell me smth funny lorh, then i laugh. actually before that, they were talkin then i was sitting there smiling like a moron. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and then and then, that Chun Kai is &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; bad ! i wanted to &lt;em&gt;yan xi&lt;/em&gt; for him to see, (oh, and not purposely, just to make him &lt;em&gt;jealous, angry , sad?)&lt;/em&gt; so, so, so, i pretend that im siaohui's boyfriend(not that she has any, does she?) then 'cause i see her frindge all over her face, then i pretend to &lt;em&gt;guan xin ta&lt;/em&gt;, make him jealous. muahahha, so i pull her frindge to her side, then said, "siaohui, &lt;em&gt;ni hen piao liang&lt;/em&gt;. ;D" well, at least i intend to say that, but i cant control myself so i kept on laughing ( also can hear JiaChen laughin at ME&lt;ohmygod,&gt;) then chun kai say, "siaohui, &lt;em&gt;ni bu yao guan ta&lt;/em&gt;." so siaohui go away marhs, then i still laughin, i wanted to say th F word (almost but didn so i said fish instead. and other things like, stupid blah blah blah.) then chun kai was like, "can u speak english please?" (still laughing, i said fish to him then he said) "ENGLISH!" -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blehx, i think short post for now, need chiong all my homework. all th bloody chinese. and the &lt;em&gt;as-bloody-as-chinese&lt;/em&gt; art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8240677717823628697?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8240677717823628697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8240677717823628697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8240677717823628697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8240677717823628697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5466810739879024450</id><published>2009-06-25T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:25:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DAY MUCH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK, i soooooo had a v bad day yesterday. NIGHT. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i went down to &lt;em&gt;swaaave&lt;/em&gt; board with my younger bro. then i remembered tt i forgotten to bring smth down. so i went up again. there's this bush(?) near th playground. and there was this brown colour &lt;em&gt;thing &lt;/em&gt;stretched out. yah, so i didn bother it. hey, it was brown. it could hv been an overly grown root. sheesh, must i be so stupid to bend down to &lt;em&gt;examine&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;root?&lt;/em&gt; ok, so i went up. then when i came down again, tt &lt;em&gt;"root" &lt;/em&gt;was GONE&gt;. it couldnt hv jus disappear like tt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i remembered tt th management office sent us a letter saying tt near block 29(which is my block) and 31(&lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; block), 出现了一条蛇. i was telling my younger bro: &lt;em&gt;ohmygoodness, i might hv jus seen a snake!&lt;/em&gt; then he was like : crazy, you mus hv imagined it la. (hey, nt like de management office told us whether they caught it alr rite?&gt;.&lt;) and wth? wat i said could nt b trusted? and sides, seeing smth tt is nt there, isn't tt &lt;em&gt;hallucination&lt;/em&gt; or smth lyk tt? OK, i was so &lt;em&gt;pissssed&lt;/em&gt; then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok lorh, dun think abt it. so i was askin my bro hw to slow down the swave board. (amazingly, he is quite good at playin tt thing within a few days leh.) so he told me and blah blah blah. so i tried to swave down th slope larh, ok, i admit, i abit 不自量力. but nt all th time hor! ;D then i saw th brown colour snake again. it was slithering out fm a bush near th gym. so i was ssooooooooo damn positive tt i'd seen a snake. i quickly jump off th swave board n it stopped right in front of th snake. LOL. then th snake stopped moving also. oh man, i was so&lt;em&gt; freakishly&lt;/em&gt; freaked! i quickly ran to my auntie and younger bro and told them go see. (cus they didn believe me marhs.and when u do see a snake, we're like supposed to tell th management office ppl. but it was too late le. and sides, i was too freaked!) then when they got there, th snake was gone. (CRAP! why mus it go so fast? or should i say why mus they walk so slow?) then my bro was still tellin me : u imagine it lar. i was shivering lehs. can u believe it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after abt 10mins or so, my elder bro came down. then my younger bro told my elder bro wat happened. (must you tell everyone you see that i imagined a snake? and even if i imagined it, why a snake and nt a ghost or smth like tt? jeesh, they like makin fun of me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;elder bro: not enough water arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;him: not enough water larh. tt's why you imagine th snake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: =.=" (wth?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5466810739879024450?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5466810739879024450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5466810739879024450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5466810739879024450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5466810739879024450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-day-much.html' title='BAD DAY MUCH?'/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-7521301595520076310</id><published>2009-06-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T03:02:49.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;huh. im back. time flies yeah? heheh. i got alot of things to say. but it is little for just 10 days. i cant find the camera so i'll update the pics another time. hopefully, soon. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okok, so we went to this sandhill? (sandplace? whatevah, it's filled with sand correct le la.) yah, then i thought the whole place is just filled with sand and nothing else. (oh, i spoke too soon.) so from the top of the sandhill(?) i sorta like, ran down the hill. at the foot of that hill, it's all rocks. STONES. but it is white.(just like the sand. come'on. can anyone see the diff?) that's how i got a blister on my left foot. (i took off my shoes when we were playing. and i was like, ooh~~ the sand is so soft. LOL. im telling my cous.) ohmydearsweetlord, THAT BLOODY BLISTER IS SO DAMN FREAKING PAIN!!! so the next day i was walkin like i only hav 1 leg. oh that's just b.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you see, we were in a camper van, fm perth driving all the way to margret(lol. idk how to spell.) river. so 1 night, my family went out to buy supper. (we DROVE. not WALK.) when we came back to the camer van park, my mother went to put the chicken into the microwave. ( OK, so we bought chicken.) then the chicken practically went on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt; in the microwave. LOL&gt; i was laughin my guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, we went shoppin one day with my cous. then thr's this f-ing guy(not gonna be mean to say he's retard of mental, although i alr said he was f-ing. but it's true.) he was sitting on a bench eating smth (dont know what, dont wanna know.) our whole family just happen to stop beside him(obviously not knowing he's thr.) dont know what th fish made him so pissed that he shouted, "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK OFF! GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! WHY DO Y'ALL PEOPLE KEEP FOLLOWING ME&lt;/span&gt;?" and hell, did he scare th bejeezus outta me. (yes, i copied th beejeezus part fm Marked and yes, i was standing nearest to him) &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hav to say, watching too much naruto animae is not good too. guess what my younger bro+younger cous did? (btw, jus fyi. my younger bro+younger cous=retards. im glad we understand each other. anyone object to that equation?) both of them were trying to stick their index finger into each other's butt holes. in an &lt;em&gt;eww, disgusting&lt;/em&gt; kind of way.(sick, just sick).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if u hav been in a caravan before, u should know that it is boring not doing anything. (not unless you are th person who drives) so i totally regret not bringing smth thr to do. okay, so i like this Australia trip.(not that i hav not been to australia b4 but it's th 1st time in a caravan.) wait, there's more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, and i saw 2 australian born japanese(ABJ. i mean i know thr is ABC. but nt ABJ. so i made up that word, so what? :D ) they were still quite young. abt 5-7? soooo &lt;em&gt;cuuute&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, so believe it or not, i hav nvr seen snow(as in falling from the sky) and a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HORSE&lt;/span&gt;. so when i 1st saw it in a farm(yes, we were staying in a camper-van-park-farm. ) i was asking my cous, is that rly a horse? (in my imagination, a horse isn't as big as it is.) ok, so i hav to look at more pics of horses and other animals. if not, when i see a killer whale, i wont run but play with it. pathetic me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11th june is my 1-year-old cous b'day. her name's rachel. her parents went to buy a b'day cake. let the cake be chocolate, no, &lt;em&gt;ice-cream. &lt;/em&gt;but when we saw it, it was a small gingerbread man with pink icing on top. huh, how are we gonna eat it? so, i didn plan to eat it, and sides, fm th look on my bro's face, it wasn't nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my younger bro+younger cous=trouble. (hmm, i like the above equation better.) they went missing. not in a &lt;em&gt;oh-god-are-they-kidnapped? &lt;/em&gt;kind of way. more of a &lt;em&gt;oh-god-they-were-stuppid-enough-to-go-to-the-jetty-by-themselves&lt;/em&gt; kind of way. and my mother was scolding me for not taking care of my bro well? WTF? i wanted to smack her right then. it was &lt;em&gt;soooo &lt;/em&gt;not my fault that my bro wasn't thinking right.(not that he has ever been, so.....) great, just great. my blister was still pain and because of those 2 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MONSTERS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;i had to walk v far to look for them. oh hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok so thr's this beach near th margret river( again, i dont know how to spell. im not good in eng). it's filled with mostly rocks rather than just sand. so the 4 of us, me, my elder cous, elder bro and same-aged cous rock climb. it was fun. but nt as funny as this: a big wave came along and it splashed onto my younger cous butt. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SPLAHSED!&lt;/span&gt; somehow he was able to catch up. hey, not like we didn warn him. and man, it was v unsightly. bummer. he &lt;em&gt;wet&lt;/em&gt; his pants.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;so we went on, and my same-aged cous sat on a puddle on one of those big rocks. so she &lt;em&gt;wet &lt;/em&gt;her pants too. th cool thing abt that is that her wet spot looks like the map of australia. LOL. th beach? no offence but because thr was thousands of seaweed, it kinda reek of fishball. it's not th &lt;em&gt;you-can-eat &lt;/em&gt;kind of fishball. more of th &lt;em&gt;i-have-been-rotting-here-for-days&lt;/em&gt; kind of fishball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Setting: camper van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time: night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Genre: idk. comedy i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People: mother, father, elder bro, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Where each ppl were: father on th bed(meant for 2 ppl) at thr back of thr camper van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mother near th door of th camper van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bro on his single bed. near my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was near th sink. washin my hands i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok so, my mother opened the door. all of us knew what was coming. it was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my father tried to get away fm it. ( as in try to move as far away as possible fm my mother) my bro cover his nose with his blanket. what was &lt;em&gt;that?&lt;/em&gt; yes, my mother farted. and everyone in my family know that whenever y mother farts, it is wayyy smelly.yep. it can kill. (LOL. im exaggerating th kill part.) so i tried scrambling up my bed, (nid a ladder to go up but thr wasnt 1 then. kinda like a double decker bed but thr's no bed under it.) i was scrambling up my bed like a mouse, with no ladder. quite difficult yea? unfortuanately for me, i slipped and fell. where did i fell to? right beside my mother's butt. im still human, i still need to breathe. so i did. i sucked it. yes, i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKED&lt;/span&gt; my mother's fart. it was &lt;em&gt;smmmeeellllyy&lt;/em&gt;. knowing where i was, i quickly got up and went to cover my nose with my bro's blanket. then i started laughing. &lt;em&gt;non-stop. &lt;/em&gt;not because i just sucked fart, but because my actions were funny. and my mother laughed along with me. as usual, th other 2 boys think that im nuts. if i sucked fart, would i be? who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one of th last few days, we went to a cave. th &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAMMOTH CAVE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;i wonder..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;too bad we didn c any bats. (not that i would want to. i would hav &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; it was too dark to take any pics so we didn take much. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;probably abt that. i love my 1 yr old cous. she's so cuuute ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-7521301595520076310?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/7521301595520076310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=7521301595520076310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7521301595520076310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7521301595520076310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/06/huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-7537558581258867698</id><published>2009-06-05T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:25:15.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;-Or Maybe It Wont Work.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHHAHA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i found out something sooooo coooll~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#to me, at least#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL! LOL! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i so-called did an experiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i ask a friend to sing a song that when she hears her voice in her ears, it is very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#okay, it sounds complicated.# anyway,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then i recorded her voice down and let her listen to how her voice sounds like it other people's ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOL! so shocked when it sounded awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;# i'm not trying to insult. :) #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her voice sounded abit bumpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;# some songs have high-pitched singing right, yah, then her voice is sometimes too high at the wrong time. Get that? Ok.#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i thought for awhile, and then asked her to try to sing as if her voice sounds bumpy in her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;# Ok, still quite complicated. LOL. i dont know how to explain well. #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then she tried lah, when i recorded her voice and let her listen, it sounded NICE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hahah, so coooool~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yah, you'all can try this. yeah? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; im leaving singapore from 6 June(Sat; 1pm) until 16 June(Tues; 3am). hopefully i wont contract H1N1. Australia the H1N1 case gone up by 30%. so &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;. LOL&gt; have a wonderful holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-7537558581258867698?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/7537558581258867698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=7537558581258867698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7537558581258867698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7537558581258867698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/06/muahahahahhaha-i-found-out-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3413696779552524912</id><published>2009-06-01T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:46:24.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY PEEPS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JUNE HOLIS R HERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MUAHAHAA~ LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I CANT W8 2 GO AUSTRALIA. BUT HV HIGH CHANCES OF CONTRACTIN' H1N1. blehs:p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;den i cant go sch. n die real fast. TOUCH WOOD TOUCH WOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH, THOUGH ITS HOLIS ALR... MY MUM STILL GIVS ME STRESS CUS I NID 2 DO FINISH MY HW B4 I GO 2 AUSTRALIA. TT'S LYK SOOOOO IMPOSSIBLE!!! I COUNTED. THR'S 17 HW ALTOGETHER. INCLUDING FILING MY WS CUS U NO HW MESSY I AM. LOL:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DEN EACH DAY I NID2 DO 3 WS. BUT LYK TT STILL OK BA. BUT I SLACK ALOT LORH. HAHA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2DAY I WENT 2 PP WATSONS 2 HELP MY MOTHER BUY SMTH RITE, I SAW JIACHENN LEHS! OMG! SCARE DE HELL OUTTA ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If in australia rite, got take pics, den surely i will post it up derh. 100%.hahah, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;still love audi. speakin of audi, evvie damn pro at it lorh. perfect x9, chance 6 somemore lehs. alamak, lyk tt sure lose de la. liscense ask her help me do can le. haha jkjk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HOPE U GUYS HV A WONDERFUL HOLIDAY. MUS REE-LAX. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;N IM SO SORRY 2 JINGTING TT I CANT B THR 2 CELEBRATE UR BIRTHDAY. 100% SORRY. GOMEN NASAI. :D SO.... i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SAY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 U 7DAYS IN ADVANCE!&lt;/span&gt; cus i tink i cant use com after 2day le ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JINGTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3413696779552524912?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3413696779552524912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3413696779552524912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3413696779552524912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3413696779552524912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-peeps-june-holis-r-here-muahahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4605485861153715057</id><published>2009-05-16T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T06:24:01.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you single - yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you happy - yeahs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you bored - yeah, y do u tiink im doing tis quiz;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you fair - idk?Are you Italian - duh, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you intelligent - isnt tt smth tt other ppl shld c of me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you honest - mostly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you nice - if i say no, i would b lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you irish - isnt it obvious enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you asian - Obviously ,yeshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name - ALYSSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Nick names - OSAMA BIN LADEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Birth place - SINGAPORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Hair - dark brown, uh, short?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Natural hairstyle - abit curly bahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Eye color - dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Idols - FAHRENHEIT, RAINIE YANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Mood - Bored . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Favourite color - Pink &amp;amp; black &amp;amp; white! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit - TAIWANNNN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love - @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight - nahs, nt rly. tt guy might only lyk ur appearance. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush - NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally - yepps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Have you ever broke someone's heart - idk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken - duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them -yupps. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment - alittle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged - idk. Evvie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to - i think, Hinyin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Love or lust - love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer - hard liqour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Cats or dogs - not cats. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends - A few best friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy - creamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Pencil or Pen - pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in - hahahs, both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Money or happiness - happiness larhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Night or day - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0. IM or phone - phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out - eh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Seen a polar bear - yeahh; singapore zoo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Done something you regret - yess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Bungee jumped - no, too scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor - YIKES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Finshed an entire jaw breaker - @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Been caught naked - NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back - um, personal. but i can say i dun regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet - no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Wanted to disappear - yeahhh! when i forgot to do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes - BOTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Light or dark hair - LIGHTT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Hugs or kisses - hugs,it giVS a sense of security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Shorter or taller - taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Intelligence or attractions - both : p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Topman or zara - huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Funny or serious - Both , at diff times. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Older or younger - Of course older &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet - outgoing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Sweet or bad - sweet[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd - yesh. lots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Ever talked on phone for longer than an hour - yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands - yes, when i was young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert - no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team - wanted 2 but was late 4 it so cant lerhs.. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team - YESH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team - nah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production - NOW, DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW , Mercedes Benz , Escalade , Hummer or Bentley - im nt rich n sides, im underage 2 drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video - nahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made - my mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Last person you hugged - i think its evvie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Last person you hung out with - faith? yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Last time you worked - on de stupid chi hw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Last person you talked to - my bro. or preferably scolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Last person you IM'ed - idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Last person you texted - wenjing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - MEGAN&amp;amp;XINYING ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Last person/thing you missed - uh, my pri sch frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Last website you visited - lots of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TEN PEOPLE TO DOanyone bored can do lorhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4605485861153715057?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4605485861153715057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4605485861153715057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4605485861153715057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4605485861153715057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-single-yeahhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4509031275985539783</id><published>2009-05-15T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:27:54.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'我'&lt;/span&gt; is such a big theme/title? dont you agree? hahah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those who read my last post i know you guys might not understand but i was quite blur then and i was using that to chu qi. so...., yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was thinking... for the past few days, and i finally made the decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im quite happy that i made this decision and im so sorry to my friends that i havent been myself lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to be petty, so i "把那块石头放下".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i had the chance, i would like to start all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be myself again, loving all my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D smiles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH, I CHANGE MY BLOGSKIN, ABIT PLAIN LARHS BUT IT'S NICE? IDK. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4509031275985539783?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4509031275985539783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4509031275985539783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4509031275985539783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4509031275985539783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-such-big-themetitle-dont-you-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-7228791766006510100</id><published>2009-05-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:38:47.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classmate A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(guy),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Classmate B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(girl),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Classmate C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(guy),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(girl),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(girl),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(girl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brief description:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classmate A&lt;/span&gt;: uh, classmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Classmate B&lt;/span&gt;: i like her because i was once scolded by her and find her saying reasonable things so i would tell her my worries and problems i face so she would give me advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Classmate C&lt;/span&gt;: uh, close to friend 1 and 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt;: close and good friend;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 2&lt;/span&gt;: close and good friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt;: from another class but same primary school; quite close. will get very angry if asked to do something but in the end, 白费心机.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How would you actually feel if your friends keep you in the dark for a very long time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pissedddddddd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok, lets just say that this 'thing' happened to a friend of mine and she's really sad about it. now, my 'role' is this friend of mine. lets just name her &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;, kays? ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; lost something that she needs for a subject in class. After her thing was found, she told &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; that it was &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;classmate C&lt;/span&gt; who took it. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: "ok, should have expected it". Haha, dont be fooled, this is not what really happened. It's not as simple as you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After months, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lassmate A&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; the truth. After that, she felt really sad because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lassmate A&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; not to tell her the truth, and all this while, she was kept in the dark. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;: "Am i not a good friend enough to even know the truth? Would i be pissed off if i did? NO! So why?"  That night when she knew she was kept in the dark for very long, she decided to tell &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Classmate B&lt;/span&gt;. However, she did not have the chance to tell &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Classmate B&lt;/span&gt;, but she did tell &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt;. The reason why &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classmate A&lt;/span&gt; didnt want to tell &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; the truth is because he thinks that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; is really close to that person who took &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; things. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; close to that person, but not as close as &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 2&lt;/span&gt;. This actually shows &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; is more close to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Classmate A&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; thinks that they'd better be off with him than her. Therefore, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; didnt really hang out with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 2&lt;/span&gt; already. ( Why didnt she? Read more to find out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; offered to go celebrate at this "place" because MYE is over. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; decided not to go. They persuaded her, and she needed to really think about it so she said: "see first". Not long later, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; called to ask if &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go home with her. At that time, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; forgotten that she promised &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; that she'll consider going out with them. So she asked &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; to wait for her. It was until &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 2&lt;/span&gt; asked &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; again whether she wanted to go, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; then realised that she asked &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; to wait for her. Knowing &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; personality really well, she knew that &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; would slaughter her alive if she didnt keep her promise. So &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friend 2&lt;/span&gt; that she promised &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friend 3&lt;/span&gt; that she'll go home with her. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt; wanted to keep her promise but she is abit avoiding &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friend 1&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; so that she can really, &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;find it familier? yeah, that's what YOU should be thinking, yea? Something like that happened in 1GR too, right? Im not saying this happened to any of us. Just General.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Someone told me that Friends are to comfort you. But what if you're friends did this? How would you react?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-7228791766006510100?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/7228791766006510100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=7228791766006510100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7228791766006510100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7228791766006510100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/05/characters-classmate-guy-classmate-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5755628712118066443</id><published>2009-05-07T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:15:31.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok. i know i didn post for a v long time, at least, quite a while. yea. today was quite funny actually. 首 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;先, wanna say happy birthday to Yingjie. so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; had fun today? -.- muahahahahah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im nt de 1st 2 say happy birthday 2 u cus if i was, i would hv been killed by someone. i still wanna live. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ya. we had to w8 for tis v slow birthday boy to arrive... i shld've come later... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de cake....has 2 much chocolate. i eat 1 alr den dun wan eat liaos. blehx:p v full. thr was 1 small piece of cake tt megan didn wan 2 eat n she "shoo" it away onto de metal plate. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YUCK!@. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so RF started 2 play wif it n so de cat fight begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RF n xinying was playin scissors, paper stone. de winner can draw on de losers face. WIF CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ohmygod. didn know xinying was so 大胆. (to XINYING, i know after u c tis, u will say, OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;COURSE!) xinying won alot of times n when she won, she would jump up n down. hey, were u born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in de zoo? (jus jk. dun take it 2 seriously) kelvin came along n played a few times wif RF n blah blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blah. i'll skip 2 de main point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bcus thr was still a piece of cake tt was meant 4 haoyu, but he didn wan2 eat it. so RF suggested tt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de loser will hv 2 splat their whole face onto tt piece of cake. so Kelvin, RF n xinying scissors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;paper stone. in de end left wif RF n xinying only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;den xinying lost actually but i told them 3 times so every1 agreed den in de end xinying won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;den &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SPLAT!&lt;/span&gt; goes RF face. ( to RF, hu ask u wanna suggest in de 1st place. tt's wat u get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;muahahahaa~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wanna c de progress of it, go 2 evvie's blog, or faith's blog, or youtube, mayb class blog? idk. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;during de maths exam, my stomach was so pain tt i couldn really concentrate. stomach pain cus of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;laughin 2 hardly. ~END~ dun hv pics cus my phone no batt.. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5755628712118066443?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5755628712118066443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5755628712118066443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5755628712118066443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5755628712118066443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-2888937233222761900</id><published>2009-04-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:28:40.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(A)CLARE! i relinked u le...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(B) i wanna thank tis ppl in CCHMS 1 GR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     1. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JINGTING&lt;/span&gt; mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     2. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MEGAN&lt;/span&gt; meimei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     3. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;XINYING&lt;/span&gt; meimei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     4. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ZISING&lt;/span&gt; meimei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;感謝不能讓別人來說，你們給過我的...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iloveyou~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;u ppl might b thinkin y im thankin u rite... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-2888937233222761900?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2888937233222761900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2888937233222761900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2888937233222761900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2888937233222761900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/04/aclare-i-relinked-u-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8313118607551230046</id><published>2009-04-24T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:21:49.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY PEPO! I NO I HAVENT UPDATE 4 1000 YRS..but pls bear wif me...so 2 um...make up 4 tt 100 yrs.. err..1000yrs, i'll put up a v long post wif lots n lots of pics. YAY! ok, i tink im bcumin lyk uncle le... -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i hv a request, pls talk 2 me in sch, i WILL B BORED 2 DEATH SOON~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF1NB2CGCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xwDpcAfyjCg/s1600-h/CHARIS+FACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328168700849821730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF1NB2CGCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xwDpcAfyjCg/s200/CHARIS+FACE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea~ tis is my baby cousin, Charis. V CUTE RITE?!?!? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF1zl16z3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SiNI0mTW-xo/s1600-h/CHARIS(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328169363348049778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF1zl16z3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SiNI0mTW-xo/s200/CHARIS(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;further view~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF2DUFIejI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2GTGa42B7F0/s1600-h/COOKIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328169633457928754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF2DUFIejI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2GTGa42B7F0/s200/COOKIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my cousin's dog, COOKIE. when she was a puppy, she was V cute! nw...um no offence but.... xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF2i6fXLaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0zmPY0QnDUM/s1600-h/RAINSTORM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328170176344436130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF2i6fXLaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0zmPY0QnDUM/s200/RAINSTORM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis was V long time ago; once upon a time, thr was...n de rain did tis 2 CCHMS i-cafe. THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nt 2gettin my adorable ya lun, i found some shuai pics of him from de net:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF3MGodW-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/9ySnVKc1DL8/s1600-h/%E7%82%8E%E4%BA%9A%E7%BA%B6(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328170883978451938" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF3MGodW-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/9ySnVKc1DL8/s200/%E7%82%8E%E4%BA%9A%E7%BA%B6(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SHUAI RITE?! muahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF9iWoaZ2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Wfwf-tp9P4Y/s1600-h/%E7%82%8E%E4%BA%9A%E7%BA%B6(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328177863300114274" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF9iWoaZ2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Wfwf-tp9P4Y/s200/%E7%82%8E%E4%BA%9A%E7%BA%B6(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF90Yn-HoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t0UYuLtuxm0/s1600-h/CDC+Seniors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328178173072776834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF90Yn-HoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t0UYuLtuxm0/s200/CDC+Seniors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis pic was taken after de cdc syf, every1 was v happy cus we did well n of course, it was de 1st time we had full attendance...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF-Jznk2tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2KZE-mGXGOo/s1600-h/Eww...YUCK!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328178541096131282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF-Jznk2tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2KZE-mGXGOo/s200/Eww...YUCK!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SiYu n i was helpin de 道具组 clean tt thing...n tt's hw i got de green stain on de side of my skirt if u guys hv notice... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF-p6bwXhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yDyuNWYK--I/s1600-h/%E2%80%98%E7%88%B1,+%E5%B0%B1%E5%AE%85%E4%B8%80%E8%B5%B7%E2%80%99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328179092681416210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF-p6bwXhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yDyuNWYK--I/s200/%E2%80%98%E7%88%B1,+%E5%B0%B1%E5%AE%85%E4%B8%80%E8%B5%B7%E2%80%99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah~tis pic is nt i draw de. my tuition fren help me..:D i name it ‘爱, 就宅一起’hahahahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF_MaZ_XmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KihZJlAMTJI/s1600-h/J%27s+Alyssa(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328179685379497570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF_MaZ_XmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KihZJlAMTJI/s200/J%27s+Alyssa(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis is a drawin of a yalun fan. is 想象 one. still V nice larhs although de eye part is actually words...&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF_xLC-RaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/moDzNEmjjmU/s1600-h/MY+TABLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328180316911584674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF_xLC-RaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/moDzNEmjjmU/s200/MY+TABLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY TABLE! 2 MY HONGWENERS, TIS IS MY TABLE! V NICE RITE? MUAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGAFH6GsqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oLSm7NpaM30/s1600-h/Megan%27s+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328180659666465442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGAFH6GsqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oLSm7NpaM30/s200/Megan%27s+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis pic was taken in MEGAN'S HSE. we were doin de geog project. MUMMY! I CAN C U! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGAZsZwEcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9HZtDX8uoVA/s1600-h/Megan%27s+house(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328181013060260290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGAZsZwEcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9HZtDX8uoVA/s200/Megan%27s+house(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we made megan's room so messy...quite lar..:D sincerly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGAu96t9LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2nShaUphuqk/s1600-h/Megan%27s+house(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328181378539189426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGAu96t9LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2nShaUphuqk/s200/Megan%27s+house(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;megan's closet. nth 2 hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGA8jJvsfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cWrCVgG-UTo/s1600-h/Megan%27s+house(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328181611872629234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGA8jJvsfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cWrCVgG-UTo/s200/Megan%27s+house(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im being lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBLJP64JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lUdSss_3i2g/s1600-h/Megan%27s+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328181862617243794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBLJP64JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lUdSss_3i2g/s200/Megan%27s+pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess hu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBW2HVVXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HrjF5JRGNe4/s1600-h/Megan%27s+pillow(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328182063639385458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBW2HVVXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HrjF5JRGNe4/s200/Megan%27s+pillow(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBhYRTKFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iPGd1eKE8xA/s1600-h/Megan%27s+pillow(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328182244606683218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBhYRTKFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iPGd1eKE8xA/s200/Megan%27s+pillow(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GUESS GUESS GUESS! U'RE ALMOST THR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBxHi65QI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OBJwWVg_FZM/s1600-h/Megan%27s+pillow(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328182514995094786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGBxHi65QI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OBJwWVg_FZM/s200/Megan%27s+pillow(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IT'S MEGAN'S PIGLET! ok i no im being lame but i seriously hv nth better 2 do. i 吃饱没事做&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGCKg4f9TI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mMlDXKtEn-M/s1600-h/Teenage+magazine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328182951293220146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGCKg4f9TI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mMlDXKtEn-M/s200/Teenage+magazine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of course FAHRENHEIT will b de HOT GRP rite? but in de end is 大嘴巴 lehs...wtf... FAHRENHEIT ROCKS LORH! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGCkHi2XPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kwevxAl9GcY/s1600-h/%E5%BD%A2%E5%AE%B9%E2%80%98%E6%88%91%E2%80%99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328183391168126194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGCkHi2XPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/kwevxAl9GcY/s200/%E5%BD%A2%E5%AE%B9%E2%80%98%E6%88%91%E2%80%99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tis is hw my tuition fren 形容 me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGC9chrGWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/y7JjTAPDdXw/s1600-h/%E7%81%AB%E9%94%85(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328183826297067874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGC9chrGWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/y7JjTAPDdXw/s200/%E7%81%AB%E9%94%85(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went 2 bugis tt time 2 eat korean food. tis was hw de 火锅 looks lyk at 1st...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGDRrhpNrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nZZUHXfqwzc/s1600-h/%E7%81%AB%E9%94%85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328184173920859826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGDRrhpNrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nZZUHXfqwzc/s200/%E7%81%AB%E9%94%85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ltr...it looks lyk tt...but it's v nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGDg8uRAQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OSlQV4-0RNY/s1600-h/%E8%BF%9C%E5%8F%A4%E7%9A%84%E6%B2%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328184436235239682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfGDg8uRAQI/AAAAAAAAAHM/OSlQV4-0RNY/s200/%E8%BF%9C%E5%8F%A4%E7%9A%84%E6%B2%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de title of CDC's syf. its about 大禹...olddies. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would lyk 2 add more pics but den tis post will take u 5 yrs 2 read... ;D so i'll stop here 4 nw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8313118607551230046?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8313118607551230046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8313118607551230046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8313118607551230046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8313118607551230046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-pepo-i-no-i-havent-update-4-1000.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SfF1NB2CGCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xwDpcAfyjCg/s72-c/CHARIS+FACE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-8835075854537758124</id><published>2009-03-21T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:56:43.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.acepolls.com/votes" method="post"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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2 megan's hse den &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2 sch den &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bck den &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 2sch den &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WALK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2 my cousin's hse!! i numb le...cant walk...-.- &lt;em&gt;help&lt;/em&gt;... den tmr still nid go megan's hse... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;我的命真苦呀&lt;/span&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;den when i went sch i saw de basketball players ma...den their coach allow them 2 go out n buy ICE-CREAM! SO GOOOD:) den dunno y..suddenly xinying turn n quickly walk away..den megan ask her...she said tt de 1 wearing de blue shirt is de coach! megan, xinying n i quickly turn 2 run away n i said," wat if de coach wan us 2 do pushup.? better nt go bck ba..." den xinying said," &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BUT I WAN MY GREEN TEA!&lt;/span&gt; " hahas~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;eventually ruifeng cum out n pay de ice-cream man ma..den we can buy ice-cream:D haha~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;YAY RUIFENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANKS V MUCH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;eek~ i feel lame putting colours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3707674532287793437?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3707674532287793437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3707674532287793437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3707674532287793437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3707674532287793437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/03/sht-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3702906171330977777</id><published>2009-03-17T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:26:24.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q1: who's the person that you tagged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; TEO YAN HAN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q2:what's your relationship with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JUNIOR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q3:five impressions of him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; idk~ dun rly no her... quite cute ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q4:what will you do if she becomes ur enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tt wont happen cus i dun rly no her! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q5:what will you say to the person you like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iloveyou? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q6:characteristic you like about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;idk~ nth ba..i V emo de.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q7:characteristic you hate about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i tink is tt i always dun smile n ask other ppl smile ba... SMILES~:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q8:for the person you hate, what will you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i LOVE everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q9:what do people feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; idk~ ask them 1st lorh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q10:your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hahas~confidential :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q11:pass this to  10 person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.xinying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.renwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.zising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.jingting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.hinyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8.kaiqing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9.loraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10.Vanessa.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q12: is 5 and 7 together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; if lyk tt they les liao lo..wats more? they dunno each other... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q13:what does 5 like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;em..ahem *coughs coughs* idk leh..how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q14:whats the colour that 9 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;idk~dun rly no her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q15:say something nice about 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahaha~ HYPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q16:who is 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; MEGAN lorh... ; australian gal ; meimei! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q17:talk about 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow~ask damn lots of questions...um...he V blur lorh..BLUR KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q18:who's 5's best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;um...megan, jingting, xinying, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q19:who is the sexiest among the 10 of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eek~so hard 2 choose...my family lorh...hehes^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q20:what colour does 4 like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; idk~ classmate marhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q21:is 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahaha~NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q22:whats your relationship with 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FAMILY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q23: are 5 &amp;amp; 6 best friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ofcourse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q24:what's 9's surname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q25: 7's nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; idk~issit hinhin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q26:say something to 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MUMMY! UPDATE UPDATE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q27:say something to 9 to help her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; um..JIAYOUS 4 tests n exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q28:who does 1 admire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont know. ngyingjie? jkjk! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q29:where does 1 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; um...singapore? PUNGGOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q30:10's spouse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dun tink hv ba... unless is... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3702906171330977777?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3702906171330977777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3702906171330977777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3702906171330977777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3702906171330977777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/03/q1-whos-person-that-you-tagged-teo-yan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-7915920538572107427</id><published>2009-03-13T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:00:36.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eek~ 2day's friday de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13th&lt;/span&gt;! unlucky day w0r...still hv physics test...bound 2 fail! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbphH7G9kvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MuLzwQ3_OJc/s1600-h/Photo0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665499190792946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbphH7G9kvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MuLzwQ3_OJc/s200/Photo0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TADA! SIYU'S, WEIHAN'S, YING JIE'S (SENIOR NT MONKEY!) ARTISTIC WORKS! LALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/Sbpgzx9YakI/AAAAAAAAADs/kziS9i0TPRM/s1600-h/Photo0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665153137306178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/Sbpgzx9YakI/AAAAAAAAADs/kziS9i0TPRM/s200/Photo0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WEI HAN N SIYU'S DRAWING...'RUI FENG 4EVA'? WTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpgiaBpAeI/AAAAAAAAADk/t40cQa37Pfs/s1600-h/Photo0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664854654943714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpgiaBpAeI/AAAAAAAAADk/t40cQa37Pfs/s200/Photo0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SIYU'S MASTERPIECE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpgDPUePZI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5--bTMYC5s/s1600-h/Photo0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312664319205195154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpgDPUePZI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5--bTMYC5s/s200/Photo0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY CDC SENIOR DRAW MY HAND...v NICE! N HER NAME OSO YING JIE LEH..WTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfprjtFNI/AAAAAAAAADU/hTdZdQaIqkw/s1600-h/JINGTING!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663880108676306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfprjtFNI/AAAAAAAAADU/hTdZdQaIqkw/s200/JINGTING!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MUMMY! U V PRETTY RITE? HAHA` :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfZgSjOOI/AAAAAAAAADM/O_yQl7nAMZk/s1600-h/Photo0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663602206030050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfZgSjOOI/AAAAAAAAADM/O_yQl7nAMZk/s200/Photo0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连monkey都会做家务...wat can a monkey nt do?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfOw2jMJI/AAAAAAAAADE/XTuT5KPYdVo/s1600-h/Photo0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663417673429138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfOw2jMJI/AAAAAAAAADE/XTuT5KPYdVo/s200/Photo0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfCndCFKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oC1wnlOTf9A/s1600-h/Photo0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312663208992052386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpfCndCFKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oC1wnlOTf9A/s200/Photo0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbperB8ZSKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MS_lo6ClMic/s1600-h/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312662803786057890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbperB8ZSKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MS_lo6ClMic/s200/Photo0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'SPRING CLEANING' is 2day! our class V messy... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpePhBGcBI/AAAAAAAAACs/tMweU_1k-VM/s1600-h/Photo0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312662331090956306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpePhBGcBI/AAAAAAAAACs/tMweU_1k-VM/s200/Photo0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wow~ CDC pai until V xin ku rite? JIAYOUS~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpdwKW6yzI/AAAAAAAAACk/FWoZH1Po7yE/s1600-h/Photo0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661792432507698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpdwKW6yzI/AAAAAAAAACk/FWoZH1Po7yE/s200/Photo0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YUAN FANG N WEI HAN! UNGLAM PICS H0R.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/Sbpdb_e88aI/AAAAAAAAACc/cgL-0PLrqUI/s1600-h/%E7%82%8E%E4%BA%9A%E7%BA%B6!!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661445916029346" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/Sbpdb_e88aI/AAAAAAAAACc/cgL-0PLrqUI/s200/%E7%82%8E%E4%BA%9A%E7%BA%B6!!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks xinying 4 aaron yan's pic! hahas he so shuai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpdIvRwFpI/AAAAAAAAACU/53361LzXMCY/s1600-h/Photo0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661115148179090" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpdIvRwFpI/AAAAAAAAACU/53361LzXMCY/s200/Photo0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my maths tuition fren draw in my handbk...V artistic! unlike me... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpcukRxVkI/AAAAAAAAACM/EeJVlIVxdnE/s1600-h/Photo0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660665518872130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpcukRxVkI/AAAAAAAAACM/EeJVlIVxdnE/s200/Photo0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tuition's fren file...draw V nice rite?? hahas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpcDpFbqLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GGnAPmnFI2M/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312659928074922162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpcDpFbqLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GGnAPmnFI2M/s200/DSC02255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/Sbpbzhv1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sdxPM5gzROA/s1600-h/DSC02254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312659651227379074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/Sbpbzhv1ZYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sdxPM5gzROA/s200/DSC02254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WOW~ xinying n zising draw so nice... ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpcTpKzr4I/AAAAAAAAACE/QZ1zKVa5Nyk/s1600-h/FAMILY+TREE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312660202975375234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbpcTpKzr4I/AAAAAAAAACE/QZ1zKVa5Nyk/s200/FAMILY+TREE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OUR FAMILY TREE!! :D ZUOFAN?! shld b zhuofan ba...hehe^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbphdtDtgpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9yhJ9Cbw290/s1600-h/RACHEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312665873376182930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbphdtDtgpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9yhJ9Cbw290/s200/RACHEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY BABY COUSIN! RACHEL! OMG SO CUUUTE!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-7915920538572107427?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/7915920538572107427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=7915920538572107427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7915920538572107427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/7915920538572107427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/03/eek-2days-friday-de-13th-unlucky-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbphH7G9kvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MuLzwQ3_OJc/s72-c/Photo0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-2785671957342163149</id><published>2009-03-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:03:47.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;HMM~ usin com n sms-ing?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;NONO of course nt! :D&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10 am today?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping...?&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;personal.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;yes,shld b,no,i dunno,y?&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in your life now?&lt;br /&gt;nth much...i hv EVERYTHING-.-&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;nt really..simple's good.&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;um...no&lt;br /&gt;9.What was the last movie you caught.&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO! TT WAS YEARS AGO! LOL~&lt;br /&gt;10. Does the person you like knows that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;somehow yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;1GRACE`09!&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you speak languages other than english?&lt;br /&gt;yeSh, mandarin only. haha&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;my blog. LOL. MUMMY N SISTER`S BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;dont know. cant tell de future.&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;happy-go-lucky? LOL. idk~&lt;br /&gt;16. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;idk.. &lt;br /&gt;17. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;home..so sian..&lt;br /&gt;18. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;blog blog n more blog. consider tt a game. hahs~&lt;br /&gt;19. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people~&lt;br /&gt;20. If you have to choose between a friend and a lover, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;friends forever~ friend of course!&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;doing this quiz? lol&lt;br /&gt;22. Which primary school were you from?&lt;br /&gt;HWS~&lt;br /&gt;23. Name three colours you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What emotion do you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;25. What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;um.. full of suprises? LOL~&lt;br /&gt;26. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;confidentional~ LOL!&lt;br /&gt;27. Who did you last chat with on msn today?&lt;br /&gt;HEIDI~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;28. Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;MEGAN~ wif all her hyperness~ &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;july. CANCER! &lt;br /&gt;30. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;happy, first time doing a quiz! LOL&lt;br /&gt;31. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;3.51PM (SINGAPORE TIME)&lt;br /&gt;32. Your opinion on the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;no1 tagged me..got from steph's blog...&lt;br /&gt;33. What colour do you like to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;34. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;bcus im bored n lame?&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;i want to be left alone? LOL&lt;br /&gt;36. At which stage do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;idk~&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is closer to you?&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS! &lt;br /&gt;38. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;TOUCH WOOD, TOUCH WOOD!! &lt;br /&gt;39. Who is/are the people/person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;myself , frens&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;i saw one before. does that count? lol&lt;br /&gt;41. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;cannot tell :)&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your goal for this year? &lt;br /&gt;good results, frens forever?&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;44. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;uh.. satisfaction? lol. &lt;br /&gt;45. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;'"jealousy~ it kills ok. hahahh&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you really think it's global warming now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;br /&gt;47.Do you like doing quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;this is my first time... so, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you believe in gods?&lt;br /&gt;yupp&lt;br /&gt;49. Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people? LOL&lt;br /&gt;50. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;finding happiness?&lt;br /&gt;51. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;mean words? LOL&lt;br /&gt;52. What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;confidentional :)&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you do if nobody cared for you any longer?&lt;br /&gt;move to ANTARTICA :D lol~&lt;br /&gt;54.What will you do if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;never had one. guess i'll break up with him?&lt;br /&gt;55. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;bored..lyk always..hmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbIppRiqbRI/AAAAAAAAABs/ALeDa3Ug0Fc/s1600-h/1_803334181m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbIppRiqbRI/AAAAAAAAABs/ALeDa3Ug0Fc/s200/1_803334181m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310352699683400978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose my broher's emo...?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-2785671957342163149?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2785671957342163149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2785671957342163149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2785671957342163149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2785671957342163149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SbIppRiqbRI/AAAAAAAAABs/ALeDa3Ug0Fc/s72-c/1_803334181m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-6686619267465299743</id><published>2009-03-03T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:57:26.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! AARON YAN IS SO CUUUTE! &lt;br /&gt;DEFINATION OF CUTE: ugly but adorable&lt;br /&gt;AARON ugly meh? BULLSHIT! -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OMG!!! AARON YAN IS SO &lt;s&gt;CUUUTE&lt;/s&gt; ADORABLE!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday had de financial talk thing but b4 tt..at around 10am, megan, xinying, ruifeng &amp; me go parkway eat breakfast. actually jing ting &amp; zi sing could tag along 2 but their mothers dun allow.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;in any case, we still had fun &amp; i can conclude tt MEGAN is my C0NTAGIOUS- meimei &lt;br /&gt;'çus every since morning, bcus of her, i sot* diao le.. keep on laughing:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH WIF CRAPPIN' MORE WIF WATCHIN'; ENJOY TIS KUSO YAN YALUN VIDEO! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbuAt_pPAos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbuAt_pPAos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LINKED OR RELINKED?:&lt;br /&gt;1.MEGAN - U R RELINKED!&lt;br /&gt;2.DEBRA - U R LINKED! :D&lt;br /&gt;3.KAIQING - mus cum my blog more often :D&lt;br /&gt;4.LORAINE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6686619267465299743?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6686619267465299743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6686619267465299743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6686619267465299743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6686619267465299743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-aaron-yan-is-so-cuuute-defination.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-3680327874676704570</id><published>2009-02-08T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:57:42.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SY6eZKKtCHI/AAAAAAAAABk/chXOL73AGQE/s1600-h/dogtags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SY6eZKKtCHI/AAAAAAAAABk/chXOL73AGQE/s200/dogtags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300347966524819570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very cool pic..made on glassgiant.com :) hope u like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3680327874676704570?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3680327874676704570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3680327874676704570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3680327874676704570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3680327874676704570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-cool-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SY6eZKKtCHI/AAAAAAAAABk/chXOL73AGQE/s72-c/dogtags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-1040881588116843900</id><published>2009-01-23T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:52:09.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at least 白费力气 go my pri sch... so damn big lorh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrEiUNHWAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q1x4BeTkPOw/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrEiUNHWAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q1x4BeTkPOw/s200/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294760405745752066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWS ROCKS! - kinda blur.  dont u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrFYjKvlSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IWnHqUh0-yw/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrFYjKvlSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IWnHqUh0-yw/s200/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294761337475274018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm~de indoor sports hall looks big~ tis is so unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrFtcGIV2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nLTxpFV4lkY/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrFtcGIV2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nLTxpFV4lkY/s200/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294761696354129762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as Mr. Dass said," It's like High School Musical ScoreBoard!"&lt;br /&gt;same old mr dass :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrGJUPrkkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HVuUQrO1BM/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrGJUPrkkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4HVuUQrO1BM/s200/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294762175283040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de hall is..well..almost de same but thr's air-con....&lt;br /&gt;sadly..no1 has used it yet ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrGq6HLqTI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ozsdby4hbs/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrGq6HLqTI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ozsdby4hbs/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294762752383625522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Dass said tt tis is 4 speakin - public speakin..&lt;br /&gt;Y would they wanna speak under de hot sun when they can speak in a place called "äïr-condition hall"?? or did he say amphitheater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrHyFysSWI/AAAAAAAAABM/RA-L1oQ3Jng/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrHyFysSWI/AAAAAAAAABM/RA-L1oQ3Jng/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294763975289620834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front view n blah blah blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrH8UiOVZI/AAAAAAAAABU/N9mYO2afrQM/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrH8UiOVZI/AAAAAAAAABU/N9mYO2afrQM/s200/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294764151045772690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those r my fren~they were arguing 'bout smth..i cant really rmb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrIOhZcnnI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFkkewE6eSM/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrIOhZcnnI/AAAAAAAAABc/KFkkewE6eSM/s200/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294764463736266354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw my pri sch is opp ITE n nxt 2 tis deserted place...looks kinda haunted, doesn't it..?&lt;br /&gt;  tt's 'bout all..HAPPY NIU YEAR!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-1040881588116843900?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/1040881588116843900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=1040881588116843900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/1040881588116843900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/1040881588116843900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-least-go-my-pri-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mH5fu6LwxJQ/SXrEiUNHWAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q1x4BeTkPOw/s72-c/DSC00936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8466803292966724168.post-3016744959602285050</id><published>2009-01-18T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:35:38.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yea. i agree.. 1GR RAWKS! I ♥ 1GR!!! :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went 2 check out jocelyn blog n speakin about art.. I HATE ART!&lt;br /&gt;so difficult lorh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far im quite satisfied wif CCHMS lorh...all de lessons very FUN:D except 4 mayb chinese..n any other subject tt 刘老师 teaches..;( so damn BORING.. i feel lyk sleeping le lorh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...GOOD NEWS is tt I UPDATED AGAIN AFTER 1 WHOLE LONG MTH..&lt;br /&gt;          BADNEWS is tt cus i nvr update my frens nvr cum le..;( n no pics &lt;br /&gt;          derh lorh.. but i plan 2 take some pics of GR n put it up:) YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT NEWS is tt IM GOING BCK HWS WIF MY FRENS ON 23RD..haha:) I MISS HWS SO MUCH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPL I'VE LINKED ♥ :&lt;br /&gt; 1.Jing Ting &lt;br /&gt; 2.Megan&lt;br /&gt; 3.XinYing&lt;br /&gt; 4.Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt; 5.Evvie&lt;br /&gt; 6.Vanessa Heng&lt;br /&gt; 7.ZiSing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPL I RELINKED? :&lt;br /&gt;erm..i think dun hav la..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - i hav so gotta change my songs..so old le..- &lt;br /&gt; -SMILES:)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-3016744959602285050?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/3016744959602285050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=3016744959602285050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3016744959602285050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/3016744959602285050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2009/01/yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8229020560631802089</id><published>2008-12-30T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:41:37.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我前两天好HIGH喔! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all seniors everyday oso very HIGH 1..:) I♥SENIOR IVY aka (H.I.V)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus had my s1 orientation camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its was so damn fun..LOL;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class DL very noisy so hyper..mayb its de fact tt thr r more guys..-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no teachers were around so we can make as much noise as we wan n i mean it &lt;br /&gt;literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de games they held 4 us were awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but de mass dance was still so-so la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously de camp fire was de best le.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially de end when all de s1 + all seniors cheered de 'rock u'cheer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOOO LIKE DE ROCK U CHEER. IT ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**jus got a call from cchms..say wat u takin hcl change class 2 GR..hmm..byebye le DL...hope JULIAN oso got go GR..*prays* **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8229020560631802089?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8229020560631802089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8229020560631802089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8229020560631802089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8229020560631802089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/12/hehe-high-all-seniors-everyday-oso-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-5555905345990715022</id><published>2008-12-17T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:30:51.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES YES YESH !! nth can make tis day worse !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7.41am tis morning, moe sent a msg 2 my parents sayin tt i was posted 2 chung cheng !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i was tired n wasnted 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go bck 2 sleep, i couldn...tt'll b all 4 nw.. :D LOL ~.~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; im a smiles 2day.. :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; only prob is tt my mother gonna cut my hair short..bleh:p..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  SHORT POST&gt;&gt;nth more 2 say.. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;o.o..n jus cam bck from vietnam...wanted 2 post pics..but didn had de chance 2.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb nxt time :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-5555905345990715022?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/5555905345990715022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=5555905345990715022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5555905345990715022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/5555905345990715022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-yes-yesh-nth-can-make-tis-day-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-4273768512178647110</id><published>2008-12-01T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T03:42:59.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite late but nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : Chung Cheng High School ( main )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd : Cedar girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd : TKGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th : temasek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th : ---GAH! i cant rmb----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th : uh...hu in de right mind would rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LA...i jus only make it 2 cchsm still but cedar..great..my father apply 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cedar..only prob is tt cedar is 3 marks higher den wat i acheived! so in tis case, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cant go cchsm, cedar would b off de list. den i tink tt by den, TKGS would hav &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been full ( although i dun relly wan 2 go thr.. ) n i'll hav 2 go temasek..-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! today i jus found out tt carrin oso going cchsm:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite..today i went 2 watch 'wild child' wif hy n kai qing. it was so damn funny n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thr was 1 part they even mention de word 'BITCH'? ya..we went 2 de cathay n guess hu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6P!! well..actually jus siqi, samantha,  sean, yen jie n somehow royston? 2 me..he's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of an indoor guy..lol.they were watching some movie startin wif a 'V' i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siqi actually wanted 2 watch wild child 2 but they wouldn watch it wif her...-.-of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all de cinema in singapore...we happen 2 go 2 de same 1...lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-4273768512178647110?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/4273768512178647110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=4273768512178647110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4273768512178647110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/4273768512178647110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/12/quite-late-but-nvm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-8034806408429792033</id><published>2008-11-21T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:04:24.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;do u no y im unhappy? oh i no y. do u wanna no y? cus life SUCKS..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*..i've decided de schs tt i wanna go 2...well at least half of it.&lt;br /&gt;(in order)=)&lt;br /&gt;Chung Cheng High School (main)&lt;br /&gt;TKSS&lt;br /&gt;TKGS.........&lt;br /&gt;de last 3 still in process of thinkin...:) i'll get bck soon!~ &lt;br /&gt;hope tt we can b in de same sch 2gether..im ever so lonely 4 de very 1st time..lols&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've left me for a short time now&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself wondering how&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to survive&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just don't feel alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I spend a while&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold on to a memory&lt;br /&gt;Until the day you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Right now, that seems like a long time&lt;br /&gt;All I do is break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be back in three weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But that's three weeks too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-8034806408429792033?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/8034806408429792033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=8034806408429792033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8034806408429792033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/8034806408429792033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-2944232409754135818</id><published>2008-11-19T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:09:37.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...today we got our results.so..u guys happy wif it? anyways.. 1st of all I'd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyk 2 congratulate Li Houng 4 acheiving 276. &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0..n nt 4gettin de other 9 pupils..&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATES!!:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw..i got my results, i got my sch..but i dun get my frens...wow tis is unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go chung cheng i so happy..! but den my frens cannot go sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh..so irritatinq..so..hw about u guys?hope tt u can go 2 de sch u wanna go 2..:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish u all the best of luck!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-2944232409754135818?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2944232409754135818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2944232409754135818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2944232409754135818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2944232409754135818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-2891279682046716790</id><published>2008-11-16T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:56:03.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had so much fun 4 de past few weeks..nt only did i go out wif my frens but i oso picked up a new hobby! its &lt;em&gt;PRANK SMS&lt;/em&gt;!:) de vitim we choose is so dumb after all de clues we had given him/her. but i already expose myself le..my frens on de other hand hav nt..but they still hav 2 watch out 4 themselves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2 my prankers::)sorry if i had given u any trouble cus its only thurs tt we're gonna c him/her so i expose l0r..but anyways he/she spelled my name wrongly -.-"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-2891279682046716790?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/2891279682046716790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=2891279682046716790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2891279682046716790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/2891279682046716790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-so-much-fun-4-de-past-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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-8466803292966724168.post-6504298868980715724</id><published>2008-11-16T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:09:19.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy..holidays r here n um..i jus created a new blog cus my old blog is messed up..seriously..-.-" but anyways, i'll b postin again so dun worry~ i'll keep my blog alive unlike de old 1.. :) &lt;br /&gt;-- people i relinked (or mayb add? )--&lt;br /&gt;1.Clare♥&lt;br /&gt;2.Nelly&lt;br /&gt;3.Steph♥&lt;br /&gt;4.Elaine&lt;br /&gt;5.Cherry&lt;br /&gt; thurs we're all gettin our psle results so good luck!~ &lt;br /&gt; no matter what, i'll still miss you guys~♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8466803292966724168-6504298868980715724?l=chocolates-xx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/feeds/6504298868980715724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8466803292966724168&amp;postID=6504298868980715724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6504298868980715724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8466803292966724168/posts/default/6504298868980715724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolates-xx.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kawaii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823586330273617833</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>
