<?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-7764805</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:27:59.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ o.c high</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764805.post-109643895470566711</id><published>2004-09-28T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:22:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've moved!</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE MOVED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://punk-rock-princess-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;http://punk-rock-princess-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;RE-LINK ME!! CYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109643895470566711?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109643895470566711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109643895470566711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109643895470566711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109643895470566711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/09/ive-moved.html' title='i&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109629503234333923</id><published>2004-09-27T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T07:23:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend tat rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hah! weekend was super fun!!! hah! i heard the song "someday we'll know" by mandy moore&amp;jonathan foreman. its so romantic..i've got a thing for romantic stories and songs.. like the song "every 6 seconds".. &lt;em&gt;fiine!&lt;/em&gt; it isn't romantic, its horny. but its a nice song..ooh, and someday by nickleback.. &amp;amp; the book "the v club".its so nice! oh, and "gossip girl" and "the o.c".. those are guilty pleasures.. and so is "the bold&amp; beautiful"..hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*// f l a s h b a c k //*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on saturday evening, went to godma'a hse..mark went for some retreat thingy at st theresa's church..ralk abt &lt;s&gt;boring &lt;/s&gt; holy.. hah! only ian was home.. then latergodma and gopda lewis &amp; aunty lucy [ did i mention she came back frm perth?] came. then gaodma, godpa lewis, mummy, dad, and aunty lucy went to aunty gwen's hse for sum shit thing lar.. so it was only ian, brendan, me and the 3  maids[our 2 maids and godma's].. we were playin on the com&amp; insultin brendan.. we kept on listenin to "i want you" by electrico,"lifestyles of the rich and famous"&amp;amp; "the anthem" by good charlotte..we oso went to this website : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniclips.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.miniclips.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and played "minilympics".it was damn farny..e persono hu was runnin the 100m race looked like a freakin clown and the weightlifting was so stupid-2kg only. oh we oso playedsome stupid free-kick game where u were backham- it was &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; anti-beckham. oh, then brendan asked why when the defenders jumped to hit the ball or wtv, they covered their privates..so ian was like"so they won't injure themselves lor..use yr brains.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brendan: but it doesn't hurt what..[he was referrin to the privates thin] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: really?? you wanna try? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: any person with braind will say no.. but then, he doesn't have any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian:oh yea, i 4got u lacked brains..its not common to come across someone hu lacks brains..so if we offended you in any way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: we're NOT sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brendan jus started laughin.. totally proves our point eh? ooh, and we played tis game called 'Defend Your Castle" the instructions were: when your enemies arrive, click on them and dgar them into the air, tossing them into the air so they crash and die..it was so hilarious cos of the sound effects..during dinner, we aked  Ning to buy chicken rice but they didn't have so she bought duck rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: i dun eat duck rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: it tastes like chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: but its duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: yar, i noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: i don't eat duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian : it tastes like chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: so? i dun eat duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: neither do i. but unless u wanna starve to daeth, tat's all there is to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so no choice must eat lor.. then later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: it tastes like chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brendan:yar we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: cos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said so&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brendan: if duck tastes like chicken, wat does chicken taste like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--talk abt stupid questions--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: fish [sarcastically]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--he laughs--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: eh, tis year there's the st mic's annual dinner at shang ri la right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brendan: yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me:u going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian :duh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: hmm.. are we going? -to brendan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;breandan: dunno..shud be lar..$100/person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me:ooh, i wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian :its $100 per person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: yah, say once is enough.i'm not deaf leh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brendan:  mummy will ask you to buy yr own ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: then i'll ask mrs de souza to invite me.hah! i used to help her last time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: yar, and i used to have tea with the prime minister..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--apparently, brendan found tis so amusing tat he spat out all his water. gross right?--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me: if he finds tat funny, imagine wat he would do if we told him a cheesy joke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ian: he'd probably roll on the floor with laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764805.post-109608451294070104</id><published>2004-09-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T20:55:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh how romantic</title><content type='html'>V\WHAT A GIRL TOLD A GUY.&lt;br /&gt;if you see me walking the road with someone else, it's not because i like his company, it's because youre not brave enough to walk beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you hear me talking about him all the time, it's not because he pleases me, its because youre too deaf to hear my heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel me falling with someone new, its not because i love him, but because you're not there to catch me fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel lost, i too am nowhere. i too dont know where the road is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we gonna cross each other's path or just completely turn around? will we just let go of what we had or go to the place where love is bound? dont let me walk with him, it's you i want to walk with. dont let me talk of him, it's you i want to talk of. dont let me fall for him, it's you i want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID THE GUY REPLY?&lt;br /&gt;when you thought i wasnt brave enough to walk beside you, i was behind you every step of the way, still filled with awe because of the beauty that stand before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.when you thought i was too deaf to hear your heartbeat i didnt want to assume anything and i was afraid to lose our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you thought i wasnt there to catch you, it was because you never gave me the chance. you never reached the bottom, you've already grabbed a branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like you are nowhere, i too am lost. i too dont know where the road is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we just going to turn around or are we gonna cross each other's path? will we just let go of what we had or go to the place where love is bound?dont let me walk alone, i want to walk by your side. dont let me talk of something else, it's you i want to talk of. dont let me fall for someone else, it's you i want to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so romantis right?? i read it in a magazine..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109608451294070104?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109608451294070104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109608451294070104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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TIME repairing the freakin thing..pfft! went for science just now..i was so late. hah! wat's new? i'm always late.. and then every week either steph/mel will send a msg sayin "are u coming".hah! its like a routine..jus like vienna &lt;s&gt;saying&lt;/s&gt;sending a message sayin "hey watsup huh i'm bored to tears huh watcha doing huh i'm _______ (whatever she is doin) pls reply"..i'm not kiddin.. ask vanessa/widya etc. but i NEVER reply.hah! well, today we spent the whole 1.5 hrs doin corrections.. steph was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a bit crazy as usual.. lucas was bein lame and melissa and i jus stoned.. oh, ms yang called her boyfriend in the middle of class to give him a wake-up call. hah! so farny.. erm.. oh yeah..lucas said tt we shud hav a farewell party nx wk cos its the last lesson b4 PSLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ooh, i luv "Drops Of Jupiter" by Train..its soooooooooooooooooooo nice!! hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Drops Of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; to see the lights all faded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;at yourself out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And head back to the Milky Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--***--***--***--***--***--***--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ooh! so niice!!!! oh wells, cya..enjoy your weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109608314722319902?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109608314722319902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109608314722319902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109608314722319902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109608314722319902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/09/pfftstupid-shit-isnt-working.html' title='pfft..stupid shit isn&apos;t working..'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109593064178888941</id><published>2004-09-23T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T02:10:41.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft..fucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u noe wat..i hate to admit it but, i'm bcoming a nerd..ok, mayb "nerd" is a bit too much, but honestly, i've been studying everyday and doin my hw.. and i pay attention during class..fine,xcept today when i &lt;s&gt;slept&lt;/s&gt; rested during malay and supp calss..other than tat, i've been damn guai k.. mayb its cos PSLE comin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so i'm &lt;s&gt;actually&lt;/s&gt; finally stressed..i told benita tis but she said tt it was impossible for ME to be stressed (she stressed on the "me") but its possible.....right? hmph.. today there was fire drill..haha! everyone was jus strollin down to the field.. then mrs redwan said tt at the speed we were movin at, we'd be chao tah if there was a real fire..hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yay! today got o.c. .. in 8days, there was the synopses..hah!  &lt;s&gt;listen&lt;/s&gt; read this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;22:Times ryan sulks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1:times seth mentions how unfunny ryan is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;45: times we're thankful for how funny seth is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3: number of "Are you kiddin us?" moments&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2:number of break-ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1:number of fist-fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1:number of references to &lt;em&gt;The Ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2: number of dark secrets ryan discovers abt Oliver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hah! it was rated 3.5 stars.. good enough..but they shud get 4 stars if i had my say.. ryan sucks tho..he's fat and short and he always looks depressed and stoned..constance says he's ok..luke is funny..hah! "I'm sha sha shakin, sha shakin' I'm sha sha shakin, I'm shakin' now" so stupid lor..hah! seth is funny too.. ryan and summer make a good couple..and marissa and seth..ohwells, i can't wait to see what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&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/7764805-109593064178888941?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109593064178888941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109593064178888941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109593064178888941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109593064178888941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/09/pfftfucker.html' title='pfft..fucker'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109583467884455913</id><published>2004-09-21T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:31:18.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmph..pfft!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wat the fuck! to all you pple hu've been taggin my blog, FUCK YOU! except for ambra (stupid) y'all suck.. honestly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, today mrs wong was &lt;s&gt;irritatin&lt;/s&gt; interesting. she took away 20 friggin minutes off our recess..fuck her..hmph. oh, and we had a meetin with mrs bheem.. it was &lt;s&gt;scary&lt;/s&gt; a wake up call for sum pple.. she praised some, dissed others..k, not dissed.. erm, scared the life out of some of us?? like me. she wanted to see 2 gals in the office..haha..luckily not me.. but there was good news for the malay gals..100% passes! YIPPEE! hah! all the malay gals so smart! hah! wells, i gtg.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&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/7764805-109583467884455913?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109583467884455913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109583467884455913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109583467884455913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109583467884455913'/><link rel='alternate' 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quite far bhind..so we resorted to asking "terror"..haha! so in the end we bought chicken burger and my favorite chipsMore..haha1 runnind back to the bus was even funnier.. we realized tat all the buses were leaving..so guess wat we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! we ran across the road and into all the puddles and behind all the buses..vryone-yes,i mean EVERYONE was staring at us.. it was damn farny..when we got in the bus, we looked like we'd jus takin a bath and our pinafore changed to a blackish-blue colour..hannah said it looked like we were rgs gals wearing the ij badge..hah! so funn..we talked abt..sumone lors.. dun say hu.. ian said that he heard a really weird convo on the bus once. it went sth like-&lt;br /&gt;guy: ehh ! it took me four yrs to realise tht pri and sec schl is combined ! u look at it !&lt;br /&gt; girl: -didnt look.&lt;br /&gt;guy: look leh ! andthn i thought how come got so many small small girl come out of the secschl !girl: -exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;guys fren: u worse thn stupid only lar. how come stil can go sji ?! -faints.&lt;br /&gt;guy: comeone lar pple, if i say scgs u wld think of secschl rite ?!&lt;br /&gt;guys fren + girls: NO.&lt;br /&gt;guy: whtevr lar. rmbr tht time at blablas party !&lt;br /&gt;girl: haiis ! can u jst shutup !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was damn funy cos the guy was like so anxious and vrything ! haha! ohwells, i'm gonna be my guai self and go study. yesterday mummy nagnagnag, i stonestonestone! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109574772293235593?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109574772293235593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109574772293235593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109574772293235593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109574772293235593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/09/haha.html' title='haha.'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109551329179808888</id><published>2004-09-18T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T06:14:51.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The Distance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The sky has lost it's color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The sun has turned to grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At least that's how it feels to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Whenever you're away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I crawl up in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As I watch the minutes pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Each one brings me closer to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The time when you'll be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I can't take the miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I can't take the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Until the next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ican't take the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And I'm not ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That I can't take a breath without saying your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I can brave a hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And still be standing tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;when all the dust has settled down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But I can't take the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I still believe in feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; I feel too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I make believe you're close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;But it ain't close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Not nearly close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't take the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can't take the miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't take the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Until the next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ican't take the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And I'm not ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That I can't take a breath without saying your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can brave a hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;And still be standing tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;when all the dust has settled down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But I can't take the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**--**--**--**--**--**--**--**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so nice!! by evan&amp;jaron..called 'the distance'. mm..ooh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been nine days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eight hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forty minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ten seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Since you called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've been so crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've just about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Taken our picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It's been three months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Over hundred days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since you held my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I miss you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A thousand ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Will I ever see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;How did it change so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I won't give youTo the past)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I really thought it'd last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;All that we had was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So unbelieveable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now that it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's just inconceivable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You were so damn beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How could it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That you ruined my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everything, Everything, Everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It seems like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everywhere everyone's in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You couldn't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Said you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So didn't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;[Repeat bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;[Repeat chorus twice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Everything, everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Everything,everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ooh, hooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You're really my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Everything,everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Everything, everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;everything,Everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Everything, everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It's been nine days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;eight hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Forty minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; ten seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Three months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a hundred days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I miss you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A thousand ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;[Repeat bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**--**--**--**--**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha! if u dunno wat song tat it..then u r really stupid like hell..like joycelyn,haha..lol! samira, u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;noe wat i'm talkin abt..haha..mariah and liz too.. antways, for the sake of all u stupid pple out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;there, its called [drumroll pls] EVERYTHING!!! like, duh... by M2M..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109551329179808888?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109551329179808888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109551329179808888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109551329179808888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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with the stick, he calls tht move the sweep. and he whacks ME with the stick. he says its 'to practise his tackling' mm. i bliv you brendan. thn whn im being calm and sensible sittin down he'd use my ankle as the freakin goalpost and ram the ball into my legs. he starts laughing and gng high and takes off his shirt prancing madly all over the room yelling 'i scored a goal !' and he made me miss dinner tnite. he told me its dinner so i said u eat first la im not very hungry. thn he ate ALL my food. and he said 'i thot u not hungry' yaa brendan im not hungry NOW maybe ltr whn i digest my food il get a tad bit hungry ! pfft. im hungry all cos of him. gng ta make food now.[or il ask the maids ta do it] ohohOH ! and tis mrng whn i asked my maid whts fer breakfast my brother goes [infront of my mum] gil, i think u shld make ur own breakfast u mus be more independent like me' i knw he cooks for me sometimes but i cant cook ?! and he purposely says tht so my mum wld agree and give him extra allowance or smth ! grr. ohwells. he likes someone. i can alwis blackmail him. yay. bloody loser. *sighz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109550845306572679?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109550845306572679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109550845306572679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109550845306572679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109550845306572679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/09/ughlife-sucks.html' title='ugh..life sucks..'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109533795612501172</id><published>2004-09-16T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T05:32:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hah! today was so farny.. benita called.. then we got high.. we were  singin 5 colours in her hair and then it came to the melodious part.. so we started hmming until it was so long and we had to stop for a breath..then we burst out laughin!! so we couldn't continue.. oh, then we kept on wishin for otelli to play nice songs lyk "on the way down" and " milkshake" but she didn't.. so we were so pissed. but then vernon a came on and played all the songs we wanted to hear, as tho he was psychic or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sth. damn funny lor.. haha! i was oso watchin mtv, so when they played ka-ching.. i started hummin while benita was tryin to sing "crazy" but she couldn't concentrate and was totally out of tune..haha! oh, then we wanted to hear "slide along side" but they didn't play it..so we sang it by ourselves.. the chorus only.. but we lept on going faster and faster until it sounded like a rap.. haha! so we tried to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it very very very fast..but the first time, we stopped halfway and burst into laughter cos we jumbled all the words.. so once we calmed down, we tried agn and agn till we could do it.. how  ambitious..hah! oh, then she was singin "addicted" so i annoyed her by talkin back after each line..like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;benita: i'm a dick, i'm addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; me:   yar, u mean u didn't noe tat ur a dick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; benita: When you don't think about me..Do you think I deserve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;  me: yar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u do deserve it..watever the "it" is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; benita: I'm still a dick..I'm addicted to you..I think you know that it's true...I'd run a thousand miles to get you..Do you think I deserve this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me: yar dick..now will you stop talkin abt the "it"???  and i'm honoured tt u'll run a 1000 miles to get me by the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt; then she was pissed so she stopped..haha.. yar... haha..i'm so guilty. i haven't studied one bit for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;the science test tomoro..*sigh*.guess i'm gonna need all the luck i can possibly get. *sigh*.. i'm addicted to the "when i'm with you" song agn.. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I'm With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm taking my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; I'm trying to leave the memories of you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; I'm gonna be fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As soon as I get your picture right out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; [Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wanna feel the way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; when I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I wanna be the only hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; you need to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; But everytime I call you don't have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; I guess I'll never get to call you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; You're nothing at all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know theres a million reasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;why I shouldn't call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; With nothing to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;could easily make this conversation last all day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Another lesson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I didn't get to learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Your my obsession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I've got nowhere to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt; [Chorus x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109533795612501172?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764805.post-109522891678900677</id><published>2004-09-14T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T23:15:16.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat-the-ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my life is so screwd right now.it so sucks,k. fu*k fungus, fu*k natalie, fu*k tiffany, fu*k monisha the &lt;em&gt;monyet, &lt;/em&gt;fu*k cally and fu*k kimberley. bloody freakin annoying. oh, and fu*k tat stupid imposter. today, i think the stupid clock was spoilt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;or sth..i stared at it for wat seemed like ages b4 it finally moved..BY 1 MINUTE! so annoying. tat fungus.. she talks crap..crap talker. it was just so boring, i could've died.. amelia and i were playing the association game.. it was damn stupid.. it started with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;land&gt;lord&gt;almighty&gt;king&gt;solomon&gt;sucks&gt;tits&gt;gross&gt;grass&gt;green&gt;disgusting&gt;puke&gt;white&gt;pure&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;body&gt;virginity&gt;hot&gt;sun&gt;rise&gt;sunset&gt;dark&gt;black&gt;gothic&gt;evanescence&gt;cool&gt;linkin park&gt;park&gt;botanic gardens&gt;flowers&gt;romantic&gt;candles&gt;candlelight dinner&gt;yummy!&gt;food&gt;hanajima saki&gt;yuki sohma&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;kyosohma&gt; watever&gt; lame&gt; shortie&gt;gillian&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;gorgeous&gt;bimbotic&gt;vanessa&gt;gay&gt;slut&gt;snake(???)&gt; python&gt;glitter&gt;hollywood&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;princess&gt;me!&gt;no me!&gt;fine, both&gt; haha&gt; farny&gt;yar&gt;ok, start from princess&gt;diana&gt; died&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;funeral&gt;mourning&gt;sad!&gt; betrayal&gt; ******** ****&gt;*******&gt;bitchy&gt;bitch&gt;*****&gt;irritating&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;marc tan&gt;catholic&gt;church&gt;wedding&gt;trista &amp; ryan&gt; bachelorette&gt;meredith&gt;not that pretty&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;**** ***&gt;netball&gt;samira&gt;anish!&gt;smelly feet&gt; deodrant&gt;constance&gt;disgusting&gt;brown sweat&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sick!&gt; nicole richie&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;short&gt;******&gt; p6&gt;sucks&gt;scary&gt;stressed&gt;desserts&gt;ice cream&gt;chocolate&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;cips&gt;pringles&gt;hot &amp;amp; spicy&gt;barbecue&gt;chicken wings&gt; fat&gt; pig&gt;pink&gt;cute&gt;chad michael murray&gt; cinderella&gt; hilary duff&gt;lindsay lohan&gt; freckles&gt; mo peng&gt; mark lee&gt; ah beng&gt;gangster&gt;drugs&gt;rehab centre&gt; marykate olsen&gt; anoraxic (spell??) &gt; mischa barton&gt; O.C.&gt; rocks!&gt;river (???) &gt; water pollution&gt;fishes die&gt; environment&gt; science&gt; boring&gt; wong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fish pants&gt; Long John Silvers&gt; shaw center&gt; movies&gt;the te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;rminal&gt;amelia&gt;catherine zeta jones&gt;bruce&gt;springstein&gt;madonna&gt; britneyspears&gt; frech&gt;paris&gt;hilton&gt;hotel&gt;81&gt;82&gt;83&gt;84&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;enough!&gt;sweets&gt; tooth decay&gt; listenin compre&gt; this saturday&gt;ballet&gt;class&gt; ms mackenzie&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;busted&gt;bust line&gt;eww!&gt;gross!&gt;said that b4&gt; tv show reruns&gt;titanic&gt;jack&gt;jill&gt;hill&gt;mountain&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;climb&gt; compre passage&gt;yawn&gt;sleep&gt; Yuki &amp; Tohru&gt; hmph!&gt; they look nice together&gt;so not&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;jealous&gt;Yuki Fan Club&gt; haha!&gt; dreamy?&gt;alicia boo&gt;goldfish&gt; andrew(??)&gt;height&gt;tall&gt; yao ming&gt; basketball&gt;hoop&gt;lah!&gt;singlish!&gt;pek&gt;mole&gt;underground&gt;drains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;then we couldn't be bothered alredy..after recess, when i went into class, saw vienna rolling on the floor, laughin..i'm not kiddin. she really was rollin on the floor. then sam and i asked her wat happend and she said tt amelia and her heardd some of the p6's singin and that they were totallly out of tune that even the tchers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;were laughin.. but we were like "the p6's? but they sng ok wat.." then she told us it happened a few days ago.. we said" talk about late reaction.." so stupid lorx..then fungi was torturin us by makin us finish our sttupid sci paper.. it was the st mic's 2004 prelim and was so hard!! ugh.. unoe, i've been usin the word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"stupid" helluva lot of times haven't i?? well, watever.. natalie was sending monisha the&lt;em&gt; monyet&lt;/em&gt; notes..so wat lor..la-ame.. the rose girls are comin to our class tomoro mornin 4 sum chinese crap.. stupid laoshi.. where are they gonna sit anyways..she can't expect the ml gals to go sumwhere else-fat hope! too bad for the rose gals then..haha.. well, that was my fu*ky day..hmph..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109522891678900677?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764805.post-109497739496558382</id><published>2004-09-12T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T01:23:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha..my wacky day. i was so high!! like the kurt nilsen song.."shes so hiigh!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;haha..yesterday, saturday, was so fun..i think i was high or sth..anywayz, went mark and ian's hse..godma's hair was so farny..it was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; red,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it looked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haha.. then, mark said he bought a mp 3 ..it could only store 20 songs, so i was like..watever..it cost 99 bucks..damn cheap lor..haha..we watched wwe smackdown and raw..haha..then later, arin, lauren and faith came..so mummy said that we had to stop watchin wwe and let faith watch hi-5, but we told her tat faith needed to learn how to wrestle..as an art of "self-defense" in the playground..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;..lol..so after awhile of persuasion, she finally gave up..mummy, i mean. than later, tristan and whitney came..whitney was wearing tis Disney Princesses dress-or was it a nightgown..i'm mean, i know. but ,really it looked more like a nightgown than a dress..haha.. so then we were &lt;strong&gt;forced&lt;/strong&gt; to watch shrek 2..the pirated one, of cos..it was like, realy lame, considering that eveyone had alredy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watched it..so ian and i decided to surf the net.. we listened to music and talked on msn with mark vincent..damn lame..but, it IS afterall mark vincent, right? so anywayz, we ate chocolates and drank coke. and watched wwe on the pc. haha! then, we ate dinner- happy chicken..dun ask me to explain wat that was. i don't know..its some chicken thing. with cheese. after dinner, we couldn't use the pc cos uncle lewis needed to use it to photocopy some stuff, so we were tortured by havin to watch shrek 2. the last few minutes only. then , we ate chocolates agn.. i ate alot..i think it must be a crime to eat so miuch.and also drank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a bit of red wine - ok, about 10 sips-when everyone except mark was there..so, i think that explains why i was so high after that. we played taiti and bridge and bluff. despite my drunkness,  i was still able to hold my title as taiti champion. haha! but ian won for bluff-duh. we played til 12+.. after about 20 games of each, we were like so tired, so we finally stopped playing. oh yeah, later, at abt 12.30, when everyone was totally stoned, tristan suddenly shouted "BRENDAN!" so loudly, everyone practically jumped&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;out of their seats.. so brendan, who was outside cos no one cud b bothered to listen to him talk nonsense was like "yeah?" then tristan was going on and on about how he couldn't defeat some gym leader in pokemon..the two of them looked so farny cos they were both the same age, but brendan was like 2 heads taller than tristan. haha! so  ian and i started to laugh, then tristan was like " wat's so funny?" then we had to try keep a straight face..so farny. so after tristans 'wake-up call' everyone sarted to drift back to dreamland.. but ian and i decided to talk on msn. so we talked to tis ij gal.. i dunno hu. apparently, her sister had gone for some confirmation camp thing and she was left with her verry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;annoying younger sis so she was very happy tat her sister had returned. haha. oh we asked her if the sister had fun than she said " i guess.. cos as long as she's around guys, she's satisfied." it was so funny.. at like 2+ we finally went home..i was so so so tired..it was amazing i could wake up for mass today. hah.. well, thats all i guess.. cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&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/7764805-109497739496558382?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109497739496558382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109497739496558382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me tell you what happened... a long time ago, in the southern province of China- ok, ok.. fine.. after ballet yesterday, we were going into the lift, but i went in first, so i pressed the "&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;door close" button, thinkin it was the "door open" one. so, unfortunately, jane was just coming in when the door was closing and she was sandwiched in between! so i used my superhuman powers to hold the door open. if jane hadn't got me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;she would be a thousand billion pieces of jane nothingness! and still dun wanna thank me. fine! it never happened..i didn't use my superhuman powers, but she almost did become a thousand billion pieces of jane nothingness if i hadn't presse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;d the "door open" button at the last minute. hmph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109479299904514346</id><published>2004-09-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:09:59.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..i 4got..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;hi again.. i forgot to put this in just now.. you know wat. i have a boyfriend. he's damn hot leh. of course right, he is, afterall, mine..haha. he's japanese. and he speaks japanese. his name is, yuki sohma. i bet u r like " wat the hell? hu's that?" right? he's...er.. a 2d picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ok, ok..i get it..i'm nuts..( u just realised??) but, he's like..whoa..he really is..i'll try to get a photo..i saw him in a book..called Friuts Basket. its some chinese/japanese book tat amelia was readin. vienna and i saw. hers and my immediate reaction was " omg! he's so hot!" and he is.. really, like brad pitt-orlando bloom hot..hah..i bet pple like samira are rollin their eyes..haha.. but too bad for vienna..HE'S MINE! you can have brad pitt, vienna. but, he's married..or you can have michael vartan,k? haha..well, i'll go find a photo. cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;muaxx, gillian &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/7764805-109479299904514346?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109479299904514346/comments/default' title='Post 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today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;heya..i dunno if u noticed, but there's a new linkie! its called 'my wishlist'.. click on it, and u'll be transported to another of my blogs, which has all the things i want..its alot..haha..greedy pig.. so yah, go visit k?? you can come back to this blog by clicking 'the bloggie' on the other blog..so yeah.. oh, u noe..i've been thinkin..the word ''sorry'' everytime to bump into sum1/ step on sum1's fott for example, wats yr immediate reaction? say sorry, right? its common courtesy..mumble a "sorry" and move on..do you really mean it? maybe, maybe not.. i dunno.. but its kinda bcome a really cliched word, don't u think?? well, gimme yr opinions.. u noe how. i'll be waitin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764805.post-109471480894094245</id><published>2004-09-09T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:27:37.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha..i'm in a weird mood today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;today, on the wat to school i heard tis song..its kinda cool..so yeah, jus thot i'd publish it here..oh and btw, i'm so hating the fact tat otelli edwards has taken over grace chua on All Requests Live..i never liked grace, but it is like, she's WAY better than otelli..and wat kind of name is &lt;em&gt;otelli&lt;/em&gt; anyways, huh? no offense lar, but its kinda weird, eh? well, lol..hmm, there's so much..oh, today, cikgu gave us tis evergreen school malay paper to do as hw.its so friggin hard! i asked her why, then she was like '' its a government school paper, so the standard is different from the standards in our school &amp;amp; the cbs schools..and that's the standard its gonna be like during psle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i was like, "wtf..[sorry lar]" its like, discrimination..wats the difference huh? if its gonna b like that, then &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt; those pple in government schools will have better results than those in the non-government schools right?? bloody crap..*sigh* anyways, here's the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bellefire &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say Something Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Some say hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Grow silent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;In a world where no one cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love keep slipping away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Some say time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is the healer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;But in a house where no one speaks love keep slipping away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tell me Why do we fight when we know it's all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Why do we play that same old song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is it just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;We're lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Say something anyway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some say tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Run dry but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In my heart I've cried forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Only you can take it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why do we fight when we know it's all wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why can't we see what's going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is it just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We're lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Say something anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anything to break the ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anything at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anything to break the ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anything at all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love me, love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Oh), love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away (the shadows away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say (you've got nothing to say) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Say something anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Help me chase the shadows away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Say something anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109471480894094245?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109471480894094245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;heya, today was kinda boring..that stupid fungi wong gave us &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;much homework..*sigh* how annoying..we were blowing bubbles in class, so she confiscated it..it was quite farny seeing the bubbles float around the class..haha..then amelia and i read 8days under the table, cos we were so bored..but she didn't see, so she didn't do anything (luckily).. oh and samira went for her music test..grade 5..how talented..haha..i'm so kind, eh?? you know, i was thinkin..if i could change one thing about singapore, there would be four seasons -spring, summer, autumn, winter.. but summer won't be &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;hot..only a bit..but then again, it'll never happen..so i guess when i m older, i'll migrate..then i'll live like paris hilton and be a princess..haha...how fun! oops, gtg..cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span 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friiggin hot!'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109437641517919745</id><published>2004-09-05T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T02:26:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmmmm..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hallo...today, i went for cat class..and some of the parents were there..so had to act very &lt;em&gt;guai..&lt;/em&gt;so sucky..aunty doris (benita's mum), aunty carol (anne's mum), andrew's mum and dad and sis and bro, erm..some gal called lydia also brought her mum, aunty karen (stef's mum), then also aunty marjorie, uncle eugene and some others, which i can't remember..anyways, we had to do that crap thing on prayers agn..except that we didnt have to pray for other pple. oh, benita was laughin so much when she saw that andrew's sis was hugging him &amp; half-lying on him..haha..then after that she saw andrew's bro lying on his father..so she was like '' their family has something abt lying on each other isit?''..haha..stupid lah..then, at abt 10.30, aunty shirly and uncle eugene brought all of us to the pond to eat..then, benita saw mark vincent..wateva.. so we were all eatin and talkin..michelle and i went to buy water..when we came back,benita was chasing daniel and timothy and dwayne (spell??) cos the took her shoe ..she was runnin around in her other shoe and a nike sock..a new one..it was so farny..hahaha..in the end, they gave the shoe back..oh yah, then she was SO STARING at brian toh (it's true, if u r reading this) when he was looking at a tree..STARING!!!!!!! so after awhile michelle was so fed yp , she said ''aiyoh, why don't you just go talk to him?? say you..." sorry, privacy purposes, can't tell the whole thing..( P.S. Benita you better thank me.) anyways, in the end she stopped starin..oh, then she was pushin me, so i poured a bit of water on hert ( fine, it was quite alot) so she also grabbed the bottle and poured on me..so i also poured back on her, in the end, there was no more water left, i only got to take two,miserable sips and we were both quite wet..but it was very farny..then, after that, went shopping!!!!haha.well, thats wat i did from 9.30-3.00 today..now i'm home..i gtg to school tomolo..*sigh*..i still think its friggin unfair..anyways, its not in my hands..wat can i do?? well, cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109437641517919745?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7764805.post-109428016683436453</id><published>2004-09-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T23:42:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh..the exams just don't stop..so friggin' annoyin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hmmm.. went for tuition..and i was all alone..with lucas..damn boring leh..stef and mel totally ditched me..crap..i wonder why..it was very quiet except for when i asked lucas for answers..yesterday, i cancelled tuition..so i swam from 1-5.. with michelle and gabrielle..well, we didn't swim..we jus gossiped etc..gabrielle jus swam around and stuff..it was very cooling..haha..there's ballet..in an hour or so..so, gtg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;muaxx&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; gillian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109428016683436453?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109428016683436453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109428016683436453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109428016683436453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109428016683436453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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to go swimming.. and bsides, it will probably be empty cos everyone's at school..haha..got tuition later too..and i haven't done my hw..just hope that her stupig st mic's boys were well behaved today,then she will be in a good mood..esp once i tell her my marks..she's so gonna slaughter me..haha..sigh..oh yeah, no offense to al the st mic's guys lah..i'm so dreadinn next week..brendan's gonna be home..i'd rather go to school..but then again, i m going to school so it doesn't make much of a difference..whats the point of calling it a holiday if we have to go to school anyway..the definition of the word holiday is "a day / period of time when you don't have to go to school or work." i'm not kiddin. its from Longman Dictionary..so, tell me why i am being forced to go to school on a HOLIDAY??? its so unfair! and yeah, there are major exams coming, but at least let us enjoy the one week of relaxation we have..and for some of us (like me), our results weren't exatly good, but it was tough..oh, benita told me that aunty marjorie called everyone yesterday and asked their parents to go to class on sunday.. so far only benita's parents are going..my mum can't and my dad would rather talk to his friends than go, so i'm FREE!! but, we're not allowed to say fu*ker, bi*ch,bas*ards,a**hole, etc etc..so yeah, its not gonna be a good cat class on sunday..bloody unfair leh.. well, i'm goin swimming..it's 1pm..so yeah, cya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;muaxx, gillian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109418710183974939?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109418710183974939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;heya..well, there's no more sch..til monday lah..but since brendan isn't home, its good enough for me..so, yah..it kinda sucked yesterday cos that idiot of my bro was home..haha..i'm so bored..well, am on the phone now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109410258373907806?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109410258373907806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109410258373907806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109410258373907806'/><link rel='self' 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takin &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; to type tis post..ugh..tomoro is tcher's day..well, fungi better be grateful cos if i had y way, she &lt;em&gt;definitely &lt;/em&gt;won't be getting &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;..i'm not kiddin..well, i m jus tryin to relax..but i've got a fever and well, it &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;..so yea..&lt;em&gt;lol..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;muaxx, gillian&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109385042810085706?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109385042810085706/comments/default' title='Post 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sucks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you know what, life sucks..honestly it does..i mean, you've got &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; life only, u might as well live it the way you want to, right? so&lt;strong&gt; tell me why&lt;/strong&gt; everyone's acting as though my life is theirs..the stupid tuition teacher expects me to get A* for malay just bcos Valerie ( my cousin) did.. what the hell..i'm NOT valerie and i'm not the genius valerie is.. and my mum, gawd, i'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;..i dun keep track of every single message i send..so how the freakin hell do you expect me to noe wen i exceed 1000 huh? its not my fault that i'm not the maths genius you want me to be.. so telll me why is it that you dun scold brendan when he gets low marks but when i do, you blow your top, huh? &lt;strong&gt;it just isn't fair!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; and to tiffany, gawd..wat's your fu*kin problem?? its not as though you ever treated me like a friend..and trust me, i have tried to treat you like one..but no matter what, you just can't give shit, can you? to you, i'm probabaly an obstacle to pass so you can become your &lt;em&gt;goddess&lt;/em&gt; natalie's best friend..so guess what, i'll save you the trouble..nat's all your now..you can have her..just don't shove the blame to me when she's mad or has her mood swings..cos i mean it, you can have her..you might think that i'm probably just being a bitch to you on purpose, you may think that i'm being totally unfair..but guess wat. &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T CARE..&lt;/strong&gt;i honestly don't..so go ahead..from now onwards, natalie's all yours..no more obstacles for you to pass.. you are free to &lt;em&gt;hero-worship&lt;/em&gt; her all you want.. for the rest of the world.. &lt;strong&gt;GAWD HAVE ALL OF YOU MADE A PACT TO MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL???&lt;/strong&gt; pls, honestly, if you have, pls tell me..cos it sure seems that way..and by the way, i'm sorry if i've hurt anyone's feelings, but its true..so if you r innocent, i really am &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt;..so, thanks for reading this..and if you are guilty of anything i have mentioned here, pls take my words to herat..cos i realli can't take it anymore..pls pls pls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109367627859145453?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109367627859145453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109367627859145453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dun think i can continue the story anymore..i suck, i know..well, anyways, i'll jus update u on my freakin'ly horrible life..i'm so sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;please forive me, gillian&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/7764805-109358678340711239?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109358678340711239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109358678340711239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109358678340711239'/><link rel='self' 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ideas on how to continue,i'm all ears..jus tag me kkz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;P.S. samira, FUNGI SUX!!AND SO DOES MS LEE AND MRS TAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;P.P.S. vanessa continue to be bimbotic and dainty so aud and mariah will be annoyed..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;  well,i'll see you all in school..and remember to give me ideas k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;                                                               peace and hugs, gillian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109263715132938907</id><published>2004-08-15T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:19:11.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love..NOT! -part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Karla, are you here?" Chaz says, pushing open a door which led to a dark room. He needed to apologize to Karla. He was sorry and though he didn't approve of the way she thought sometimes, he knew that he was truly in love with her...And he hoped she, him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yea? Chaz?" Karla replied in a muffled whisper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chaz felt around the wall, looking for the light switch. Soon, he found it and switched it on. Karla was curled up in a corner of the room, sobbing. Before Chaz could say anything, she looked up and said, " Chaz, I'm so sorry for the way I acted just now. I guess I was afraid of what other people would think and didn't want them to think I had bad taste-no offense. I'm really sorry, Chaz.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Karla, babe, chill. It's okay. I'm at fault too. I guess I should have given more thought into my physical appearance. So we're okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yeah. Chaz, what am I gonna do? I tried talking to Kiana about her 'plans for the night', tried to talk her out of it. But, she refused to listen. I'm afraid, Chaz, i Love her. I don't want her to get in trouble. And if she goes who knows what could happen?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chaz went over to Karla and put his arm around her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was touched by Karla's love for her twin. There was only one thing they could do to prevent Ian and Kiana from endangering themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, you could call the inn and cancel the reservation. It's the only way, Karla," he suggested. He was doubtful that Karla would do it. Karla looked up into his stormy grey eyes with her own icy blue ones. Slowly, she got her cell phone out and dialed the inns number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello....This is Kiana Halliwell.........I have a reservation for one room for three nights........I'd like to cancel..........Erm, the credit card number........4500-4763-5982..Thanks so much. Bye!" Karla said. Her eyes were puffy and red from her crying. She buried her head in Chaz's chest and just sobbed continuously, leaving Chaz to stroke her white-blond hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109263715132938907?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109263715132938907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109263715132938907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109263715132938907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109263715132938907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/08/sisterly-lovenot-part-2.html' title='Sisterly Love..NOT! -part 2'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109239055185578795</id><published>2004-08-13T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T02:49:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love..NOT! -part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt; How could Ian do this? He was the one that planned the whole thing and made me promise not to tell a soul- so how could he?!? Gawd,I'm gonna kill him!&lt;/em&gt; Kiana thinks as she walks back to the gym. Just then, Ian and Chaz walk up to her. &lt;em&gt;Well, speak of the devil&lt;/em&gt;, Kiana thinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  Pretending not to notice Ian, she says, "Karla's in there, straight and to your right. The rooms in darkness and the door's ajar," before striding past Ian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  "Kiana, darling, what's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  Spinning on her heel, she looks into his gorgeous hazel eyes,- and drags him to the corner of the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  "How could you? Blabbing our secret to Chaz! You should have known he would tell Karla! Or maybe, you thought 'Oh it's oh, Kiana'll probably be too stupid to not figure out.. Well, guess what? i'm smarter than you think!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  " I'm sorry.. Sorry I told Chaz. I don't think you're stupid, trust me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  "Trust you? TRUST YOU?!? That is being overexpectant..Our secret got blabbed out by YOU, and YOU expect &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; to trust YOU?!? You must be crazy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  "I'm sorry babe. I really am. So, isit still on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  Kiana glared at him. &lt;em&gt;He must be sane, &lt;/em&gt;she thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  " No..No..No.. I'm sorry Ian, But, i guess, as much as i wanted you to be Mr Right for me, you aren't, can't and never will be. I'm sorry," she says, struggling to keep her voice from quavering and holding her tears back- she never let anyone see her cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;  Before she knew it, she was running to the toilet, her hair coming out of its elegant bun. As soon as she reached there, she broke down. She didn't know why she broke up with Ian, what she turned down his offer -which she had been looking forward to all the while, or anything else she had done since the fight with Karla. She looked into the mirror, she looked a wretch. Her mascara had dripped down her cheeks -looking like she had black tears, her eyes were puffy and red, her face blotchy and her air stuck out in all angles. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to leave Ian, but she didn't want to go back into the gym-not looking like this,definitely. Picking up her cell phone, she dialed the chauffeurs number, not having any other choice but to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;~ to be continued~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109239055185578795?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109239055185578795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109239055185578795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109239055185578795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109239055185578795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/08/sisterly-lovenot-part-1.html' title='Sisterly Love..NOT! -part 1'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109222350616143084</id><published>2004-08-11T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:25:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- soree tis isn't a continuation - juz needed to write sum stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;..looks can be deceiving..and sumtimes;people aren't hu u make them to be..like, for instance, uncle eugene and aunty shirley..honestly, tho i hate to admit it, they aren't xactly wat i thot they were..when uncle marc didn't come on sunday and aunty butter (better known as aunty marjorie) was at sparkC for the st mic's camp, they were in charge..so i thot 'gawd tis is gonna suck' and basicly, it didn't..it ws better than the freak anywayz..so..yah..looks can be deceiving..so can first impressions..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109222350616143084?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109222350616143084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109222350616143084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109222350616143084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109222350616143084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/08/soree-tis-isnt-continuation-juz-needed.html' title='- soree tis isn&apos;t a continuation - juz needed to write sum stuff...'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109177306618790380</id><published>2004-08-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:18:09.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sisterly Showdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kiana spins around and stares at the mirror image of her icy blue eyes, white blonde Paris Hilton-like hair, her delicate nose- and wants to shatter that reflection. She is just bluffing, Kiana thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Karla immediately read the doubt on her face, because she says, " You have a reservation for three nights at the Archer Inn in Reheboth, Delaware. And I'll call the inn and cancel the reservation before you even get there. Do you believe me now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With that, Kiana erupts, " Why are you being such a bitch? Don't you have enough going on in your own life that you have to butt into mine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"It's &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; life, Kiki."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"No. It's not. You, no doubt, are my 'clone', but you are &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;me&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; i get to make my own decisions. It's called free will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm doing this because I love you. You are mad at me now, but I swear you'll thank me later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Switching off the light, kiana steps out into the hallway, leaving her sister in pitch black darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109177306618790380?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109177306618790380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109177306618790380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109177306618790380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109177306618790380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/08/sisterly-showdown.html' title='A Sisterly Showdown'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109170034131766526</id><published>2004-08-05T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T03:05:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Gets Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As Karla leads Kiana through the sea of their classmates, Kiana checks out the dresses on other girls, which rangAe from formal ball gowns to ghetto prom style. Ashleigh Knowles is wearing a glittery black dress, held together on each side by a ladder of tinsel-like strands. In profile, she looks just about naked.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you looking at?" Ashleigh asks, sneering.&lt;br /&gt;A prostitute, Kiana thinks, but does not say.&lt;br /&gt;" Did you see that dress?" Kiana asks her sister. "Or should i say, half a dress?"&lt;br /&gt;But Karla does not respond. Soon, they are walking down a dimly lit hallway. She stops outside a door that is slightly ajar, then peeks inside.&lt;br /&gt;" Let's go in here."&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, Kiana steps inside the small, shadowy room as her sister runs a hand along the wall in search of a switch. When she finds it, a bare bulb comes to life, shining down on the stacks of toilet paper and white tubs.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," Kiana says, " Now that you have sealed us inside this isolation chamber, would you mind telling me what's so urgent that you had to interrupt the entire evening?"&lt;br /&gt;Karla steps closer, her dyed green heels clicking against the linoleum floor. Kiana stares at her, thinking of a game they used to play when they were young, called Mirror. They'd sit face to face and imitate each others motions. The one who fell out of sync first lost- that person was almost always Karla.&lt;br /&gt;"Karla," Kiana says, " if you want to play Mirror, i think we're a little too old for that."&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha. Kiki, this is serious."&lt;br /&gt;"what? What? What?" Kiana shouts.&lt;br /&gt;Her sister takes a deep breath and tells her, " You can't go."&lt;br /&gt;"Go where?"&lt;br /&gt;"you know what I'm talking about, kiki. Chaz told me what you and Ian are planning. And you can't do it. Mom and dad will make your life a living hell. Not to mention mine."&lt;br /&gt;Kiana shakes off Karla's hand and thinks, &lt;em&gt;I am going to kill Ian for blabbing our secret&lt;/em&gt;. Since her sister obviously knows, there's no use in denying it.&lt;br /&gt;Kiana opens her mouth and says, " Think what you want Karla, but I'm going."&lt;br /&gt;"Kiki, why are you going to risk getting into so much trouble? You have your whole life ahead of you?"&lt;br /&gt;" Thank you Oprah, for your empowering message. You are an inspiration to us all."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm serious, Kiana."&lt;br /&gt;"So am I, " she says&lt;br /&gt;"And as soon as the prom is over, Ian and I are leaving."&lt;br /&gt;Kiana steps toward the door, and Karla blurts, " If you go, I'll tell Mom and Dad exactly where you are staying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109170034131766526?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109170034131766526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109170034131766526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109170034131766526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109170034131766526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/08/secret-gets-out.html' title='The Secret Gets Out'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109134877455885272</id><published>2004-08-01T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T01:26:14.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Private Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When they arrive at the prom, the tables are perfectly arranged and tiny fairy lights twinkle against the ceiling. After two hours though, the tablecloths are smeared with food and the twinkling lights are lost in the strobes blinking to the beat of the music.&lt;br /&gt;Karla grabs Kiana and says " I need to talk to you. Someplace private."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, hold on a second, you want to talk &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;" No, I was hoping to make an appointment for some time next year! Of course now!"&lt;br /&gt;" But Ian is about to come back from taking a picture with the rugby team! Aren't you gonna wait for Chaz, too?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care!" Karla yells, yanking her twin out of her seat. "This can't wait!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109134877455885272?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109134877455885272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109134877455885272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109134877455885272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109134877455885272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/08/private-meeting.html' title='A Private Meeting'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109118331048822960</id><published>2004-07-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T03:32:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kiana turns and sees the limo in the driveway. The door opens and out steps Karla's latest boyfriend, Chaz. At the age of&amp;nbsp; 17, Chaz already has the beginnings of a beer belly. His&amp;nbsp;skin is the colour of&amp;nbsp; cooked ha, his hair clipped&amp;nbsp;so close to his scalp it's impossible to&amp;nbsp;tell its true colour. A moment later, Ian emerges, holding&amp;nbsp;Kiana's corsage.&amp;nbsp;Although they have only been going out for two months,&amp;nbsp; it seemed amazing that Ian apparently had Kiana's best interests at heart. Dressed in a black tuxedo, he looks clean cut and any girls dream date- in Kiana's&amp;nbsp;opinion.&amp;nbsp;As&amp;nbsp;Kiana studies him from afar, her thoughts go to all the&amp;nbsp;times they had spent together in the janitor's closet to fool around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Moments later, their butler,&amp;nbsp;Joe's voice boomed through the intercom, announcing the arrival of&amp;nbsp; Chaz&amp;nbsp;and Ian. The girls gracefully made their way down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I need to pee. Go ahead Karla. I'll be back in a second," Kiana says, after giving Ian a peck on the cheek. Once Karla, Chaz and Ian disappear through the hallway, Kiana then dashes up to her room.&amp;nbsp;She immediately pulls out her&amp;nbsp;'decoy diary'&amp;nbsp;to read her most recent entry &lt;em&gt;:&amp;nbsp;I'm so excited for the prom.Jesus has blessed me with amazing parents, and&amp;nbsp;i am grateful to them for letting me have this opportunity. I'm also blessed to have a good Christian boy like Ian, who shares me beliefs about the Lord....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Kiana knows she's laying it on thick, but&amp;nbsp;she's not&amp;nbsp;taking any chances she puts it back i the drawer, she unzips her large purse and does her millionth last minute check. She has khakis, a&amp;nbsp;T shirt, flip flops, and a change of underwear. cushioned inside is a red light build. She plans to screw the bulb into the lamp beside the bed at the inn where she and Ian are sneaking off to afterward, as a funny reminder of all the times in&amp;nbsp;the janitor's closet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The trip will get herself grounded for the summer, but she tells herself it will be be worth it. She wants their first time to be special.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; "It's the school prom. Our last school prom. Couldn't you have put at little thought into your appearance?" Karla whines to Chaz, trying not to make a scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; "So its the last high school prom. Big deal. At&amp;nbsp;most a few people will comment.&amp;nbsp;Why do&amp;nbsp;you care so much about what other people think?" chaz fights back, his tone low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Because, unlike you, I have a reputation. I can't arrive&amp;nbsp;at the prom with my boyfriend who looks like he just got up&amp;nbsp;from a long sleep!" Karla states, now clearly annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Well,then I'm sorry. i&amp;nbsp;can't be with someone who cares more about the way&amp;nbsp;I look than&amp;nbsp;what's on the inside," Chaz replies, turning on his heel loud 'bang' later&amp;nbsp;announces his departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; When she goes downstairs, KIana catches the last bit of her father's lecture about the rules of the evening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She glances at the weapon of is brown belt around his waist, then nervously holds out her wrist her hand. As she does, Kiana hears the sound of her father fishing up the contents of his pockets and sifting it through his fingers. Although she can't see it, she knows he's carrying the spare silver key to her diary-&amp;nbsp;the one that went missing&amp;nbsp;months ago. She knows,too, that he will unlock it and read her most recent entry after they leave the house. But by the time he begins to suspect that she won't be coming home tonight- Kiana and Ian will be on their way to someplace where her parents&amp;nbsp;won't be able to find them until they are ready to come home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7764805-109118331048822960?l=bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/109118331048822960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7764805&amp;postID=109118331048822960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109118331048822960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7764805/posts/default/109118331048822960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-chocolates.blogspot.com/2004/07/diary-of-deception.html' title='Diary of Deception'/><author><name>~gil the unCHIO and the kok~</name><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-7764805.post-109100769756228069</id><published>2004-07-28T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T02:43:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On a warm June evening, Kiana&amp;nbsp;Halliwell sat by her bedroom window at the White House, waiting for a limousine to round the corner with her boyfriend,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ian, inside.&amp;nbsp; She was excited about the evening - she has no idea that by midnight her life will have changed forever. For now, she's happily dressed in a lacy, pearl-colored prom gown that she had custom made by her personal tailor. Down the hall, her identical&amp;nbsp;twin&amp;nbsp;sister, Karla, yells in a nails-against-the-chalkboard voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " Kiana! Save me from this fashion nightmare!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " In&amp;nbsp;a minute," Kiana called back, gazing past the&amp;nbsp;fountain where&amp;nbsp;the twins used to play.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " But Ian and Chaz will be here soon," Karla says.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kiana tuned and saw her sister in the doorway,&amp;nbsp;sporting an emerald-green dress off the sales rack off Chanel. Kiana tried to control herself from bursting out in laughter while explaining that she had warned her it was a mistake -&amp;nbsp;and now&amp;nbsp;Karla is sorry because it looks, well, it looks like an emerald-green dress off the sales rack off&amp;nbsp;Chanel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Is there a dimmer switch on the back of that thing?" Kiana asks sarcastically, shielding her eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Very funny,"&amp;nbsp;Karla huffs. "So should&amp;nbsp;I wear my hair up or down?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Down," Kiana advises, because she is wearing hers&amp;nbsp;up and she wants to look different from her sister tonight. Especially tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karla's eyes go to the window. 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