<?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-25434532</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:08:53.988+08:00</updated><category term='Pictionary'/><category term='5G'/><category term='shameless camwhoring'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='events'/><category term='hot guys'/><category term='Assignments'/><category term='template'/><category term='the click five'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='manchester united'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='home'/><category term='dollar and pounds'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='College'/><category term='family'/><category term='class'/><category term='emo'/><category term='video'/><category term='guavalians'/><category term='blogger template'/><category term='click clique'/><category term='achievements'/><category term='travels'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='photography'/><category term='gripes'/><category term='parties'/><category term='fangirly posts'/><category term='exams'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='random'/><category term='rants'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='annoucement'/><category term='Outing'/><category term='the all-american rejects'/><category term='animalians'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='food'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='design'/><category term='late night rambling'/><category term='sick'/><category term='fun'/><category term='mascaraspots'/><category term='musings'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Candy'/><title type='text'>Let the Chocolate begin.</title><subtitle type='html'>You know you need me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>782</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4013783631626840897</id><published>2009-08-15T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:50:45.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the all-american rejects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>I WANNA</title><content type='html'>rock out with The All-American Rejects (and Boys Like Girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's gonna happen TOMORROW! fuck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SoWjnGYFSbI/AAAAAAAAD20/nWNVgIE5kQk/s1600-h/DSC_6992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SoWjnGYFSbI/AAAAAAAAD20/nWNVgIE5kQk/s400/DSC_6992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369878022831032754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LET'S HUG IT OUT, BEYOTCH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4013783631626840897?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4013783631626840897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4013783631626840897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4013783631626840897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4013783631626840897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna.html' title='I WANNA'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SoWjnGYFSbI/AAAAAAAAD20/nWNVgIE5kQk/s72-c/DSC_6992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5936776662275097684</id><published>2009-07-31T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:04:18.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictionary'/><title type='text'>stop this train and bring back the memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/simple043d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th July 2009:&lt;/span&gt; Flo and i helping Geoffrey shoe-shop in Al-Ikhsan, Sunway Pyramid. we had sushi with Jason before hitting the shops-- it was just like old times. we should have more lunches with even awesomer one liners from Geoffrey in the future &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5936776662275097684?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5936776662275097684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5936776662275097684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5936776662275097684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5936776662275097684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-this-train-and-bring-back-memories.html' title='stop this train and bring back the memories'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_simple043d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5514439072402539490</id><published>2009-07-19T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:01:26.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester united'/><title type='text'>and the reds go marching home</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/6712/fdgcopy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/unitedpictures"&gt;unitedpictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a surreal experience to finally see my favorite football team for ten years play right in front of my eyes, and an even more surreal one hearing eighty thousand Malaysians yell in unison as both teams scored goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though nearly the whole stadium turned up wearing red and various-colored Manchester United away jerseys, almost everyone was rooting for both teams. a rather patriotic group behind me started singing "Perajurit Tanah Air", a song i recognized as a song people sang about Malaysian soldiers and war, once the home team scored a goal, resulting in snickers from the rows around them. some people heartily sang along, though. it brought an amused smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;semboyan telah berbunyi/untuk ibu pertiwi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still say the home team did a pretty good job, compared to last time, when Manchester completely thrashed us 6-0. i remember sitting in Pn. Norida's class, shaking my head at how similar the sport was, yet how different it was between both countries. the home team's defence was rather strong, and i applaud how our striker managed to catch Ben Foster off guard to score a brief equalizer before Michael Owen scored the final goal for United, which was also superb in his own right. (though our tiny goalkeeper was no match for any of the United players, in my opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good job, boys! i wonder how they'll do on Monday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5514439072402539490?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5514439072402539490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5514439072402539490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5514439072402539490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5514439072402539490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-reds-go-marching-home.html' title='and the reds go marching home'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-979593936175280113</id><published>2009-07-15T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:04:28.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='achievements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger template'/><title type='text'>ignorance is your new best friend</title><content type='html'>i changed the layout yet again. sigh, me and my fickle-mindedness. let's hope this one sticks around awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i drove around Petaling Jaya without actually killing anybody! i give myself a thousand points. (ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good week, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change your links back please! i'll be blogging regularly here from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-979593936175280113?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/979593936175280113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=979593936175280113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/979593936175280113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/979593936175280113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/ignorance-is-your-new-best-friend.html' title='ignorance is your new best friend'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6653202706227752817</id><published>2009-07-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:39:09.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger template'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot guys'/><title type='text'>oh wait.</title><content type='html'>so this is totally temporary until i tweak the codes around a little more and scrape Avril Lavigne permanently off the header, though i do, oddly, like this current picture of her, when my usual reaction to a Lavigne picture would be to scrunch up my nose in disgust and go "what the fuck is that color in her hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo179/eclair-x_blogskins/godsavethequeen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 216px;" src="http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo179/eclair-x_blogskins/godsavethequeen.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;totally tolerable, in my humble opinion, but my page needs something more... droolworthy ;) a high definition pic of Tim Foreman, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad P's house doesn't have Photoshop. i'd be coloring up a storm by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh... look what i found... a shirtless Tim Foreman to close this post with ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj127/theworldbehindyoureyes/Picture6-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 271px;" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj127/theworldbehindyoureyes/Picture6-2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tres hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6653202706227752817?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6653202706227752817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6653202706227752817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6653202706227752817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6653202706227752817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-wait.html' title='oh wait.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-270781213102275921</id><published>2009-07-11T02:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T03:08:01.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><title type='text'>guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i've used blogspot or actually written anything about my life. i guess the mundane routine of life finally got to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fickle-minded ol' me wants to return to this blog, when i left it barely a year ago for the comforting but isolated confines of Livejournal and it's many communities that supply me with endless hours of pretty graphics, stories (oh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stories&lt;/span&gt;) and squee-worthy fangirly entertainment. however, i can't tweak my layouts as much as i used to love doing it over here, and i barely remember how to even code any more. time to start again, &lt;i&gt;si&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my posts have also been reduced to three-paragraphed piles of bullshit (well, meaningful bullshit, at least) as a result of my wild imagination after midnight. *scoffs at old posts* posts here are far more wordier than posts in LJ, surprisingly. i've always thought blogspot called for shorter paragraphs and random captions under strategically positioned pictures, but Livejournal turned out to be far more colloquial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's where i'm saying, be gone, indecisiveness! welcome back, Blogspot! betcha missed me ;) but first! a new Blogskin... *goes hunting*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-270781213102275921?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/270781213102275921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=270781213102275921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/270781213102275921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/270781213102275921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4667972484869386398</id><published>2008-11-21T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:49:14.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><title type='text'>farewell</title><content type='html'>dear ChocolateMemoirs, you've been a great friend for the past two years or so since i started you. thanks for all the rants you've endured, thanks for all the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now all the memories will continue in a new place that has been familiar to me for quite some time now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://wlookid.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/FRIENDS%20ONLY%20BANNERS/rydenexists1DD.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fare well, dear blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4667972484869386398?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4667972484869386398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4667972484869386398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4667972484869386398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4667972484869386398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/FRIENDS%20ONLY%20BANNERS/th_rydenexists1DD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-647943936704368644</id><published>2008-11-13T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:28:59.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>howdy</title><content type='html'>have you been wondering why i've not been posting since i used to post like twice a day here about two months ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welllllll, that's because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE SHIFTED BLOGSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't tell you my new blog's URL yet because there's RM47 in my Nuffnang and i want it to get to RM50 so i can redeem my money wtf so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK THE ADVERTORIAL ON MY SIDEBAR&lt;/span&gt; and i'll tell you what my new blog is when it the amount of money touches fifty, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK IT FOR ME PLEASE!!!! THANK YOU :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-647943936704368644?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/647943936704368644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=647943936704368644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/647943936704368644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/647943936704368644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/howdy.html' title='howdy'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2440615657743635543</id><published>2008-11-01T02:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:35:02.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>really. thanks for lying to me because i apparently do not register under the label "Friend" in your book any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2440615657743635543?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2440615657743635543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2440615657743635543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2440615657743635543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2440615657743635543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6908587453940960860</id><published>2008-10-30T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:43:52.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>"i've got troubled thoughts, and the self esteem to match" (Stump, 2008)</title><content type='html'>my heart tells me one thing, while my brain tells me another. &lt;i&gt;always follow your heart&lt;/i&gt;, they say, but it isn't easy. it never is. i just hope i can pull myself out of this mess, even if i have to do it alone, or even if things don't turn out right in the end. i'm willing to lose this. lose the wall we built up, brick by brick. only if you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm losing you, and it fucking sucks. but what can i do? who am i to tell you what is right? who am i to tell you who to listen to? i may not follow my heart, but &lt;i&gt;follow yours&lt;/i&gt; and do what you think is best. &lt;i&gt;please.&lt;/i&gt; before i crumble any further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6908587453940960860?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6908587453940960860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6908587453940960860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6908587453940960860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6908587453940960860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-got-troubled-thoughts-and-self.html' title='&quot;i&apos;ve got troubled thoughts, and the self esteem to match&quot; (Stump, 2008)'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-641569831709912963</id><published>2008-10-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:08:12.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><title type='text'>gonna have to follow through</title><content type='html'>whenever an assignment is around the corner, it's like a life-and-death situation for me and most of my classmates. it's hilarious how everyone has self-harm messages along the lines of "ASSIGNMENT: KILL ME PLEASE" on their MSN personal messages. yours truly included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help when you're stuck with nothing to write at 5am in the morning when your assignment's due in five hours and it costs you a whole fifty percent chunk out of your course grade. i've had enough of those moments -- i'm slowly trying not to waste my time and start my work early, then go full speed ahead. hopefully, this will work (because it never has before &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already got five sources down pat, another five to go! i will get through tonight. and Friday. i will. i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-641569831709912963?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/641569831709912963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=641569831709912963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/641569831709912963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/641569831709912963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/gonna-have-to-follow-through.html' title='gonna have to follow through'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4788956711487136972</id><published>2008-10-08T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:27:46.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot guys'/><title type='text'>Cole Mohr</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/5794/natashawp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole Mohr for V Magazine by &lt;a href="http://jdvision.blogspot.com/"&gt;JD Vision&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum. what a cutie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4788956711487136972?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4788956711487136972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4788956711487136972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4788956711487136972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4788956711487136972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/cole-mohr.html' title='Cole Mohr'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2003344646151844620</id><published>2008-10-05T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:19:52.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>of good siew yoke</title><content type='html'>tonight i just had the most amazing siew yoke i ever had to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fat and oily and so crunchy and so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all gone now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2003344646151844620?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2003344646151844620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2003344646151844620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2003344646151844620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2003344646151844620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-good-siew-yoke.html' title='of good siew yoke'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5359828612837018006</id><published>2008-10-04T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:00:54.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>what makes me happy?</title><content type='html'>mamee tomyam cup noodle sessions at 2:56 am make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to one of my best online friends makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at pictures i took with my camera makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at a new page on my ROXY calendar makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that it's already October makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the littlest things make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to appreciate and dwell on them more than the bad things that do happen occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad that i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5359828612837018006?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5359828612837018006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5359828612837018006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5359828612837018006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5359828612837018006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='what makes me happy?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5023620263917703787</id><published>2008-09-27T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:04:01.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>it's not like i don't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SN3orGeYOWI/AAAAAAAACpM/eQkpQRIh_6E/s1600-h/hiatusssssss.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SN3orGeYOWI/AAAAAAAACpM/eQkpQRIh_6E/s400/hiatusssssss.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250608567753914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'll be back, blogging before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;( it probably won't last a week, anyway )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5023620263917703787?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5023620263917703787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5023620263917703787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5023620263917703787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5023620263917703787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-like-i-dont-care.html' title='it&apos;s not like i don&apos;t care'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SN3orGeYOWI/AAAAAAAACpM/eQkpQRIh_6E/s72-c/hiatusssssss.gif' height='72' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8106055931198413015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8106055931198413015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-have-i-become.html' title='what have i become?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7644127164471569670</id><published>2008-09-24T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:51:44.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>internal battles</title><content type='html'>there are two packets of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups happily sitting in the sweets compartment of my refridgerator, and i am trying to ignore their evil little calls for me to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must... not.... eat.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.... not................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, maybe just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE, fine, half. i'll eat half. half a Peanut Butter Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/guilt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food matters aside-&lt;br /&gt;i need to rant about Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: BONES SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IMMENSELY DISAPPOINTED IN THE AMOUNT OF SEX INCLUDED IN THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE FOURTH SEASON OF BONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ, WRITERS, HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING ANY LATELY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DON'T NEED TO HEAR ABOUT CAM SLEEPING WITH GRAYSON BARASA EVERY FIVE MINUTES, THANK YOU NOT SO VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BRING ZACK BACK :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. SWEETS IS AN AMAZING ADDITION TO THE CAST, BUT HE JUST FUCKING ISN'T ZACK, GODDAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD CLARK IS GONE. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH AND NOW BONES IS SLEEPING AROUND. WTF? Y ALL THE SEX THIS SEASON I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE. I WANT GOOD OLD BONES MATERIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calms down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/8797/lancesweetspp7.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, THERE, SWEETS. lookin' good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7644127164471569670?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7644127164471569670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7644127164471569670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7644127164471569670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SNUiyGUKt9I/AAAAAAAACpE/mFoxfv7XuEo/s1600-h/agmoralday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SNUiyGUKt9I/AAAAAAAACpE/mFoxfv7XuEo/s400/agmoralday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248139184854185938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy birthday Pelican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still my favorite picture of collegemates after so long &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-35973698295994633?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/35973698295994633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SNUiyGUKt9I/AAAAAAAACpE/mFoxfv7XuEo/s72-c/agmoralday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4040160111968091618</id><published>2008-09-18T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:04:23.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>break the ice</title><content type='html'>... let me just say that i've forgotten how good this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i can't believe i'm listening to the Jonas Brothers on my ipod. *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: i also can't believe i'm reading Phelps/Lochte slash in the middle of a computer lab in plain view of other humans wtf. am so going to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4040160111968091618?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4040160111968091618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4040160111968091618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4040160111968091618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4040160111968091618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-ice.html' title='break the ice'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8633734590790403615</id><published>2008-09-17T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:35:24.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>just sit back</title><content type='html'>holidays in three daaaaaaaaaaays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/%7Eelmo73/ElmoDancing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/6889/ra14i0aq6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo was my favorite Sesame Street character. just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other stuff i have to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watch the rest of Bones Season 3&lt;br /&gt;- finish watching this week's TAI TV&lt;br /&gt;- catch up on new eps of ANTM&lt;br /&gt;- get around to reading September's Vogue/Nylon magazine (both are lying on my table, untouched)&lt;br /&gt;- catch up on three weeks' worth of Ryden/swimmer/SP/other slash&lt;br /&gt;- finish writing  The Man Who Can't Be Moved and Brendon-centric drabble&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, and before i forget-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: blink;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JON WALKER! \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: blink;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SNC9hYNQ0EI/AAAAAAAACo8/hOHiS7drUQk/s1600-h/TGG-_Jon--large-msg-120438189855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SNC9hYNQ0EI/AAAAAAAACo8/hOHiS7drUQk/s400/TGG-_Jon--large-msg-120438189855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246901947018039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8633734590790403615?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Guavas - whom i have missed so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had Burger King for lunch, then tried to watch a horror movie (Halloween) but i was too much of a wimp to watch past the initial fifteen minutes or so, so Jayne and i left, flitted from shop to shop in finding the perfect scarf (Zara!), bought magazines (Junk and Time Out) and reserved a gorgeous bag - not the bag i wanted, but a gorgeous bag nonetheless ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, with the Guavas, we had dinner (roti planta) at Kanna Curry House and then played Pictionary at Terence's - 3 vs 4, and we (Andrew, WL and i) were kicking their (Terence, Huai, Joan and Vanessa) asses at first, but they won in the end. next game, boys, next game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/4471/luvvom6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game was hilarious. after finishing a round, in a bid to try and save paper, we'd draw careful lines around each picture. it didn't make much of a difference, though. but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;, we were eco-friendly! *grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to that 'eco-friendliness', we created an Octopus with an external brain as a result! it was so cute i had to take a photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/7770/p13090821531wq2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never had such a fun day in a long time, guys. i love you all ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) fandom-related goodness &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so, Panic at the Disco have &lt;a href="http://www.weresoblogging.com/"&gt;started a new blog&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after scrapping their old website layout, the blog portion has been missing (technically, non-existent) for months and months now, and i'm glad that they've set up an extra site solely for blogging. it's been ages since i read some of RyRo's weird blogposts and Jon's wholesome posts (i love his the best, i have no idea why), and i'm hoping to read some Brendon and Spencer ones, just to see how their writing is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not surprised if Brendon's are all about CapriSun and cookies, though, that boy is such a kid at heart. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, knowing Ryan Ross (as a fangirl, not personally, of course - i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;), he got things going with the site's first blogpost, a post about interesting things at the VMAs, how the world works and prehistoric walking whales. um. o-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i bought a Bones Season 3 boxset!!! it was a steal, considering how much i paid for the last two Seasons when i got them in Summit. i left it at Terence's - i can't wait to settle down and watch an episode or two when i get it back! i heard that Booth and Brennan finally kiss in an episode (thanks for spoiling it, Galaxie!). about time, after two seasons, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) mobile matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so the phone that i was using after i lost my initial phone went bonkers recently. i realized that people weren't receiving my text messages, and i was wondering why no one replied to my text messages, too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Dad got me this LG phone from this weird Maxis deal thingy, and i love it already, despite it having no games like Snakes (MY HIGH SCORE IS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt; *sob). i love the pretty pink font highlighter text when i write text messages and the cute keypad sounds (do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do - I KID YOU NOT) when you press them!!!! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm one happy girl :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i listened to this again this morning, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pathetic as it sounds, it brought me back to good times. really good times. and it reminded me of how much i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing, no one, not even Kyle fucking Patrick can replace this man in Click. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4261384525841623262?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4261384525841623262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4261384525841623262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4261384525841623262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4261384525841623262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-you-know-you-dont-know.html' title='the more you know, you don&apos;t know'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-241445285198650714</id><published>2008-09-10T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:41:12.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>everybody has those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;(over)heard at McDonalds today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: ehhhh... i wan de chiken mcnahget ah dat wan clispy clispy wan got cili wan ah.&lt;br /&gt;mcD staff: oh, you mean Spicy Chicken McNuggets?&lt;br /&gt;man: nonono the nahget got cili wan ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;me: *resists facepalming*&lt;br /&gt;mcD staff: um, sir, these? *points to the picture of the nuggets on a tray mat*&lt;br /&gt;man: YES YES dat wan! cili nahget.&lt;br /&gt;mcD staff: okay, one Spicy Chicken McNugget, set or ala carte, sir?&lt;br /&gt;man: NONO, NOT DAT WAN, I SAY ADI, THE CILI NAHGET AHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the typical ahbeng + stupidity = ahbeng 2.0.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/katarzyna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Katarzyna, Cycle 10 of America's Next Top Model (you'd think after so many cycles, ANTM would FINALLY hit menopause, but nooo - it already has a Cycle 11!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for spoilers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i'd kill to look like her. or even dress like her, but then if i pranced around KL looking like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, soon ah bengs will stop me mid-prance to ask me if i'm interested in joining their lala crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that scarf!!!!!! my latest obsession : scarves, if you didn't already know. i have a purple one from Forever 21 and a sparkly pink one from my aunt that i wouldn't be caught dead wearing out ever, and i want MOAR! i'd like a checkered one next, preferably the one from Topshop, but it's dead expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks exactly like Sebastien Lefebvre's when he wore it back in February, though!!!! *flail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from university. thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt;. Wednesdays drain the life out of me - four hours of lectures in the morning, two hours break that doesn't usually turn out as a break in the end (meetings, last-minute mugging for tests, etc) and then two hours of MLit tutorials that's usually the final straw for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our Assignment 1/test today. it wasn't so bad, but then again, it wasn't so good either. i'm just glad that it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i just have to do up those posters for the Carnivale, and then pull an all-nighter for another Reporting For Print assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and before i go catch up on some sleep-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POUNDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more year till you're twenty, o black one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-241445285198650714?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/241445285198650714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=241445285198650714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/241445285198650714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/241445285198650714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/everybody-has-those-days.html' title='everybody has those days'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_katarzyna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8219428543666753910</id><published>2008-09-09T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:56:14.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><title type='text'>fangirl post number too-many-to-count</title><content type='html'>brb flailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/716/004vp6.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/2924/005xp7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/3443/21xf3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9017/8270813410ob1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Ross, THIRD TIME IN A SUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after i my post two days ago, too. i know you're doing it on purpose, Ross. STOP STALKING MY BLOG ALREADY, you hot internet skank, you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words can describe how much i love this band - they blow my mind every single time. seriously. fangirl or not, their music is awesome - i even managed to convert some previously anti-PATD people into fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, i sure proved them all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and Melissa just told me she received the package from FBR containing our shirts!1!!111!1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB WHILE I GO JUMP AROUND IN FANGIRLY GLEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8219428543666753910?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8219428543666753910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8219428543666753910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8219428543666753910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8219428543666753910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/fangirl-post-number-too-many-to-count.html' title='fangirl post number too-many-to-count'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-446203035270068909</id><published>2008-09-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:23:49.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>random grumbles and pictures</title><content type='html'>i hate this part of the semester, i hate it i hate it i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments, quizzes, presentations and summaries are being flung at us left right and center, barely giving us space to breathe. just when i thought i've finished this major essay and i can have a good night's sleep, a new one springs up like mushrooms after rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jfc i can't take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i was talking to Foxit about how awesome would it be if we could only skip these years of university and go on to our dream jobs without having to go through all the hassle. he agreed. lol the pair of us lazies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it would be awesome, though, just imagine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img82.imageshack.us/img82/5615/260508060fu3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after last night (i barely got any sleep, mind you), i know one thing's for sure: i have come to hate Issues In Publication and Design with every single bone in my body. it's possibly even more retarded than the CCS subject we did last sem. okay, maybe not, but it comes close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A BEACH HOLIDAY, PRONTO. *pout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we were done with class (and a moody Miss. Usha), we headed up to the roof to shoot some full-body shots of Jason and Florence for the carnivale posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still suck at photography - i'm not getting any better, but hey, everyone has to begin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;. my brother thinks that one can just take excellent shots just like that and calls me lousy just because my pictures don't look like Smashpop's. willing to trade sibling for a beagle puppy or a bunny (whom i shall name Spencer) - please leave your offers in the comment box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/7541/260508065dzr8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and Flo walking (in heels!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, silly, Flo, not Jason :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, me being me, i took pictures of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img73.imageshack.us/img73/561/260508093dcz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg its past midnight D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go read Global Societies for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;:'( :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/gets hauled off by the homework monster/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-446203035270068909?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/446203035270068909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=446203035270068909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/446203035270068909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/446203035270068909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-grumbles-and-pictures.html' title='random grumbles and pictures'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8781734380438716387</id><published>2008-09-08T02:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:33:55.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>fangirly squealing at 2am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i swear to god, Ryan Ross is trying to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;, a suit in Vegas for his and Spencer's joint birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, wearing a suit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on stage&lt;/span&gt; during their Rock Band opening concert, what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone say, sensory overload?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMQdsqjGpqI/AAAAAAAACos/2KGbX0CrxRo/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMQdsqjGpqI/AAAAAAAACos/2KGbX0CrxRo/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243348519339075234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no, that slightly stupid-looking face you're pulling doesn't help either. gahiadhfoadfkapdfasdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes back to work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;that new Fall Out Boy song is the shit, seriously. it sounds ah-ma-zingggg. if anyone wants it, just holler and i'll send it to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8781734380438716387?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8781734380438716387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8781734380438716387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8781734380438716387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8781734380438716387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/fangirly-squealing-at-2am.html' title='fangirly squealing at 2am'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMQdsqjGpqI/AAAAAAAACos/2KGbX0CrxRo/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7519822143610369376</id><published>2008-09-06T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:31:17.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>momma's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKfzG4_DsI/AAAAAAAACoU/-uZeMTPXvfA/s1600-h/words.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKfzG4_DsI/AAAAAAAACoU/-uZeMTPXvfA/s400/words.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928616584449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKfzMXzsSI/AAAAAAAACoc/Yf_cQRvYnck/s1600-h/260508+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKfzMXzsSI/AAAAAAAACoc/Yf_cQRvYnck/s400/260508+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242928618055905570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i lost track of time (also, i am a bad person with dates) so it took me a few hours to actually realize that today was the 6th - and then i ran downstairs to yell Happy Birthday and give her a hug :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture was taken two days ago when a family friend brought over this jelly cake that i didn't like so much but mom loved it because it was healthy and fruit-filled. it was too bland for my taste - it didn't taste as sweet as i wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeeYee and i are in JUNK this month! or rather, half of me, because i &lt;strike&gt;was busy looking at Ryan&lt;/strike&gt; turned my face away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKv5ITy2bI/AAAAAAAACok/vTx0EYOEKF8/s1600-h/junk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKv5ITy2bI/AAAAAAAACok/vTx0EYOEKF8/s400/junk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242946312230590898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom left, people, bottom left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7519822143610369376?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7519822143610369376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7519822143610369376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7519822143610369376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7519822143610369376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommas-birthday.html' title='momma&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SMKfzG4_DsI/AAAAAAAACoU/-uZeMTPXvfA/s72-c/words.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2164612790569454756</id><published>2008-09-03T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:45:29.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click clique'/><title type='text'>Saw Loserrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Monica, Ellie, Bao, Donna, I OWE YOU MY LIFE. iahfiahfadsffadfjiadfnaksdfn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Loser recently had their last gig in Singapore before an 'indefinite hiatus'. they're a band based in Singapore and Japan, and if i'm not mistaken, Sam and Masashi (lead singer and guitarist, respectively) were previously from a band called Pug Jelly which was generally more popular, i guess, since they were featured in LIME and everything. Saw Loser was born after Pug Jelly ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since us Malaysians (namely me and Lee Yee) never got to see them live before the hiatus, the others in Singapore decided to get us and Cynthia (who couldn't make it to the show) a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y86O7cexBxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y86O7cexBxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from L-R: Shingles, Sam (aka. Lucky Valentine), Masashi Kimura and Jimmyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Loser, we wish you all the best, and i hope you guys get past whatever that caused your 'hiatus' because we're all missing you guys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM, YOU'D BETTER KEEP YOUR PROMISE TO COME TO MALAYSIA OR I'LL STEAL YOUR MILOPENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milopeng reference in this video and reasons why Sam is awesome (GOD, HIS &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ACCENT&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwZG-y7HmgU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwZG-y7HmgU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2164612790569454756?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2164612790569454756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2164612790569454756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2164612790569454756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2164612790569454756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/saw-loserrrrrrr.html' title='Saw Loserrrrrrr'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4292717578816780216</id><published>2008-09-02T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:50:38.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i should have started running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZUlBMHqI/AAAAAAAACns/t2EJ7Y7FzE4/s1600-h/spenceradorable.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZUlBMHqI/AAAAAAAACns/t2EJ7Y7FzE4/s400/spenceradorable.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241373382654303906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy 21, Spin!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't bear to photoshop your best friend out of the picture as he is insanely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for having to share the limelight :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a busy few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from college/uni (i can never get used to calling it uni, so i just call it college all the time, and people get confused, lol).&lt;br /&gt;although it was a pretty long day, i felt that it was one of the more productive days, because we finally finished our third attempt at designing a poster/flyer for the Carnivale event.&lt;br /&gt;pretty proud of this one!&lt;br /&gt;i can't show it to you guys yet, but when it gets accepted, i will! *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Merdeka eve this year was spent online with the Clique, and LeeYee and i were the only Malaysians present - we didn't even realize that it was past twelve before going OMG ITS PAST MIDNIGHT! HAPPY MERDEKA in all caps. lol fail.&lt;br /&gt;still, damn festive right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v142/118/104/691023250/n691023250_196305_6286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v142/118/104/691023250/n691023250_196305_6286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last year's was spent at a barbecue party at Terence's with the Guavas and our mutual best friend called wine - don't know why it didn't happen this year. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it would have been nice if it did, but i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy random pictures over the weekend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZU9lfh8I/AAAAAAAACn0/NA83Fsp6VYs/s1600-h/260508+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZU9lfh8I/AAAAAAAACn0/NA83Fsp6VYs/s400/260508+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241373389249021890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyesssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(omg some idiot is honking endlessly right now somewhere down the street, impatiently waiting for the person he's waiting for - funny how some people don't have the brains to just use a mobile phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and food pictures for Kamilla:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZVgdCJOI/AAAAAAAACoM/SKVlyZz223Y/s1600-h/260508+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZVgdCJOI/AAAAAAAACoM/SKVlyZz223Y/s400/260508+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241373398608782562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Seasons platter consisting of a meatball in some tomato-like sauce, crispy mayonnaise prawns, deep-fried crap pincer,  and this little dough basket with diced vegetables and pine nuts. i didn't like the pine nuts much, but the others were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is sort of a special dish - we only eat this whenever we're in groups at a formal Chinese restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZVJnb-DI/AAAAAAAACn8/5fzLhqVBA9M/s1600-h/260508+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZVJnb-DI/AAAAAAAACn8/5fzLhqVBA9M/s400/260508+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241373392478402610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they call this dish 'Longevity Noodles' usually eaten on someone's birthday, due to the belief that these noodles will prolong the life of the birthday person. i think. no idea. i'm not that superstitious, really. anyway, this dish consists of thin noodles in oyster sauce, with bits of fish, mushrooms and vegetables on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZVTNXNUI/AAAAAAAACoE/khc4aYEP_qk/s1600-h/260508+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZVTNXNUI/AAAAAAAACoE/khc4aYEP_qk/s400/260508+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241373395053393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese tea, a staple whenever the Chinese have meals. this time, it's Chrysanthemum tea - Dad's favorite. i like the other kind better, but i have no idea what it's called, just that the tea is usually a few shades darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food talk aside, the lecturers are trying to kill us again. work is constantly piling up, and if i don't get a headstart soon, i'm going to drown. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4292717578816780216?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4292717578816780216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4292717578816780216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4292717578816780216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4292717578816780216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-should-have-started-running.html' title='i should have started running'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SL0ZUlBMHqI/AAAAAAAACns/t2EJ7Y7FzE4/s72-c/spenceradorable.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-519868252261233432</id><published>2008-08-30T18:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:01:03.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SLkh8rocGtI/AAAAAAAACnk/uMqVjf6dnHM/s1600-h/RYRO.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SLkh8rocGtI/AAAAAAAACnk/uMqVjf6dnHM/s400/RYRO.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240256967810489042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we&lt;br /&gt;- found your skanky posts on livejournal back when you had a livejournal&lt;br /&gt;- found out that you stalked Jac Vanek o rly&lt;br /&gt;- still can't find a reason why you choose to wear your pants so high&lt;br /&gt;- gawked at your disability to keep your large appendage at bay (seriously, keep that thing out of photos. do not want.)&lt;br /&gt;- decided to make a band called Panic at the Chatgasm with Cyn playing Pete Wentz&lt;br /&gt;- distorted your face in Photoshop and laughed at you&lt;br /&gt;- called your girlfriend a skank&lt;br /&gt;- are expecting that you and Bden will announce that you are a couple tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great 22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-519868252261233432?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/519868252261233432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=519868252261233432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/519868252261233432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/519868252261233432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-ryro.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryro'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SLkh8rocGtI/AAAAAAAACnk/uMqVjf6dnHM/s72-c/RYRO.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4966725295885535752</id><published>2008-08-30T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:25:11.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>navigate me</title><content type='html'>i've always wondered if i would make it. i told myself i would, but my low self-esteem and jealousy issues constantly brought me down over and over, time and time again. then i read something awe-inspiring and just so amazing that it just makes me want to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's times like those that i feel that i can be who i want to be, only if i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to make it, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4966725295885535752?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1287422345833153069</id><published>2008-08-27T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:31:17.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shameless camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>we've been conditioned to not make mistakes - but i can't live that way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SLU8gavwpUI/AAAAAAAACnc/8oPlSGNMKzg/s1600-h/fgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SLU8gavwpUI/AAAAAAAACnc/8oPlSGNMKzg/s400/fgs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239160269148562754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bent back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm in no mood to talk about how my day(s) is/are. it's all so blah, so mundane. i'm running on clockwork. constant rejection. pain. speech. communication. silent torture. little wonders. envious stares. daydreams. improvement. determination. sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you Caitlin :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm going to go over one day and we'll to to a Simple Plan show together with the Clique. just like we said we would. pinky swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm free this weekend, i'll write about food and the Panic at the Disco concert i went to a couple of weeks back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see y'all later. (Blogger is being a bitch at the moment - it's lagging my typing - i'd type then it all will come out in one burst after a long pause. so annoying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1287422345833153069?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1287422345833153069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1287422345833153069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1287422345833153069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1287422345833153069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-been-conditioned-to-not-make.html' title='we&apos;ve been conditioned to not make mistakes - but i can&apos;t live that way'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SLU8gavwpUI/AAAAAAAACnc/8oPlSGNMKzg/s72-c/fgs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8520111197096433953</id><published>2008-08-25T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:50:28.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>the hallucinatory mind of a hungry girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.I.P. Hershey's Peanut Butter Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although your time in this world was short, you brought me so much joy, contentment and (afterwards) guilt. you will be dearly missed as the rest of your kin also are no longer sitting in my refrigerator, waiting for their turn to be devoured/consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a restock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8520111197096433953?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8520111197096433953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8520111197096433953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8520111197096433953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8520111197096433953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/hallucinatory-mind-of-hungry-girl.html' title='the hallucinatory mind of a hungry girl'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_260508081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8347972200651355195</id><published>2008-08-23T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:22:31.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shameless camwhoring'/><title type='text'>doo doo dooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508094s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the geek in the pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination is what i do best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am on a mission to lose weight. once my left calf stops screaming in pain whenever i apply pressure to it (thanks to me sleeping at odd angles, my calf is somewhat cramped. weird eh?), i'm going to go jogging around the field outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my only fear is getting hit by a misthrown basketball whenever i'll drag myself past the basketball area - it's happened before. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to IPD slides and chandeliers. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8347972200651355195?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8347972200651355195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8347972200651355195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8347972200651355195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8347972200651355195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/doo-doo-dooooo.html' title='doo doo dooooo'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_260508094s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2708980694511352684</id><published>2008-08-23T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:06:48.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>of missing phones and a dose of bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/260508061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sort-of outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today was an unlucky day of sorts for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got bombarded with more designing work&lt;br /&gt;*posters for prom, ya allah. i will scour Flickr and Deviantart tomorrow for a suitable stock picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOST MY PHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kanasai babi cab driver :(. i'm not elaborating any more on this, but let's just say that it's a repeat of what happened to Zheng Joo last year, just that it happened to me this time, wtf. just mail/msn me your numbers! you can still contact me at my old number - i discontinued my old SIM and got a new one, so no changes. PLEASE DONT GET OFFENDED when i answer my phone with a "Hi, who are you?" because as of now i only have like a total of seven numbers on my phone, so um, unless you're one of those seven i might possibly not know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lens cap got stuck&lt;br /&gt;* kns the fucker lodged itself between my lens filter and the side of the lens filter and refused to budge. i had to take it to the camera shop around the corner (i NEARLY went into the Canon center before realizing that i was holding a Nikon and i would be offending Canon in a way HAHA). thankfully the guy dislodged my lens cap without a problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- forgot to switch my camera off&lt;br /&gt;* FROM FOUR PM UNTIL NOW OK. six hours okay! i'm so relieved that my camera doesn't feel hot or smell funny right now. kanasai :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the good things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wore a scarf!&lt;br /&gt;* heh. i love my Forever 21 scarf. i seem to be attracted to most things purple these days. i seem to go for the purple colored stuff first before any of the other colors. have. to. stop. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i bought Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;* going to settle down and read it properly when i'm done with my assignments for the weekend. i have IPD slides to prepare and that skeleton i have to joint re-prepare with Jason. i heard that the book is kinda corny but whatever, it certainly beats Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we had NANDO'S!&lt;br /&gt;* i am a happy girl. yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2708980694511352684?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2708980694511352684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2708980694511352684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2708980694511352684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2708980694511352684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-missing-phones-and-dose-of-bad-luck.html' title='of missing phones and a dose of bad luck'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2993892715950104600</id><published>2008-08-21T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:15:23.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>ecstatic fat girl is ecstatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SK14tq56rOI/AAAAAAAACnU/cqMEOKv7bLM/s1600-h/5056216_f8dffe2f23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SK14tq56rOI/AAAAAAAACnU/cqMEOKv7bLM/s400/5056216_f8dffe2f23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236974667708411106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't a better way to make a fat-girl-slash-girl-with-gigantic-shoulders feel happy when her top size in a store is XS instead of L (FUCK YOU VERY MUCH, ZARA!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't hurt that their clothes are all plain, elegant and simple, just the way i like it. i also fell in love with every shirtdress on a rack by the door and several cottony-soft scarves hanging on hooks but bleh. a broke girl's gotta do what a broke girl's gotta do: leave them behind :( !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to check out Studio R. they're apparently selling some Vans kicks now, and if you didn't know, Vans kicks are helluva &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;. i'm aiming for one of these babies, except i want them in black or possibly gray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/VAN/VN-0EWZ2L8md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also after 2903752937592 tops and accessories from Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cons of not being filthy rich :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2993892715950104600?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2993892715950104600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2993892715950104600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2993892715950104600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2993892715950104600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/ecstatic-fat-girl-is-ecstatic.html' title='ecstatic fat girl is ecstatic'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SK14tq56rOI/AAAAAAAACnU/cqMEOKv7bLM/s72-c/5056216_f8dffe2f23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-9118326443066499315</id><published>2008-08-19T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:36:00.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>today in point form</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=260508061h-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508061h-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i barely got a wink of sleep last night. i woke up feeling as dizzy as shit, my head was also spinning and i couldn't walk straight, but somehow it all got better later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we had our very first writing exercise in class today. we had to write/edit news intros and then Miss Gayatri would correct our work. t'was fun! i actually enjoyed doing work for once. ha. very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read a few Ryden NC-17 fics in Miss. Jenny's tutorial (every time i type her name, i want to burst out in song, goddamnit. tahan. tahan). i bet the boys who sat behind me were scarred for life, because the font size was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;massive&lt;/span&gt; and they could probably read what i was reading easily. oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BURGER KING! the man who invented the BK Doubles Black Pepper burger deserves the Nobel Prize, thank you very much. and fuck, their fries are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. sorry, McD's, your ass just got pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MILO PENG! :D thank you Lucky Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LOST PROPHETS! go listen go listen go listen GO LISTEN. they. are. motherfucking. awesome. i'm referring to their most recent album called Liberation Transmission, though the rest of their albums are just as awesome as well. it's been on repeat since this afternoon (on my iPod and at home) and i'm still not sick of it. don't think i ever will be anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brother says i look good in purplish pink. ironic, really, because i feel so ugly in purplish pink. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i have a purple scarf. i likey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- designs are coming along great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- FUCK YOU CHINA _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-9118326443066499315?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9118326443066499315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=9118326443066499315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/9118326443066499315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/9118326443066499315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-in-point-form.html' title='today in point form'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_260508061h-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-3593416803504023280</id><published>2008-08-17T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:35:35.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>fast times at barrington high</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Ftabhtai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Ftabhtai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't feeling it when i first downloaded it (whoops, sorry boys), but after putting the entire album on shuffle and constant loop on iTunes, consider me sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast Times At Barrington High&lt;/span&gt;, The Academy Is...'s third effort, sounds entirely different from their second one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santi&lt;/span&gt;. if you're a hardcore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santi &lt;/span&gt;fan, you just might be disappointed when you hear this album. the boys have taken a more poppish direction, with twelve songs peppered with many catchy hooks and choruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a huge powerpop/pop fan, i absolutely love this album, my favorite song out of the bunch being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crowded Room&lt;/span&gt;. i love the cheerleader-like beginning (Gabe Saporta of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt; lends his vocals here - listen closely) and the way the verses build up into an absolutely amazing chorus that i can't help headbanging along to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the songs are surely going to be more radio-friendly. not too sure how i feel about this, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, try listening to some songs on youtube/imeem and tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-3593416803504023280?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3593416803504023280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=3593416803504023280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/3593416803504023280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/3593416803504023280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast-times-at-barrington-high.html' title='fast times at barrington high'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4223385529497430272</id><published>2008-08-15T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:46:32.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>floating flocks of candled swans slowly drift across wax ponds</title><content type='html'>i'm a locked up box and no one can open it save for the certain few with the correct set of keys hanging around their necks. will i always be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when do i learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musings aside, i am deeply disgusted by news of constant acts of pedophilia by people that cannot be anything other than sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, news.com.au. it beats StarOnline by miles - very informative with odd stories of bizarre happenings regularly thrown into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigfoot, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4223385529497430272?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4223385529497430272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4223385529497430272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4223385529497430272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4223385529497430272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/floating-flocks-of-candled-swans-slowly.html' title='floating flocks of candled swans slowly drift across wax ponds'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1579339575511144552</id><published>2008-08-14T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:02:43.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><title type='text'>if in exchange for your time, i give you this smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SKRIRIAaZxI/AAAAAAAACnM/tsd52R7jT6w/s1600-h/patd23+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SKRIRIAaZxI/AAAAAAAACnM/tsd52R7jT6w/s400/patd23+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234388125955548946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;such a wonderful distraction from sitting at the computer and going through endless, boring readings and course outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh of brief contentment*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1579339575511144552?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1579339575511144552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1579339575511144552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1579339575511144552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1579339575511144552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-in-exchange-for-your-time-i-give-you.html' title='if in exchange for your time, i give you this smile'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SKRIRIAaZxI/AAAAAAAACnM/tsd52R7jT6w/s72-c/patd23+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7991009861660912820</id><published>2008-08-13T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:39:36.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at random</title><content type='html'>- i feel like kicking the shit out of something with a sneakered foot but i don't know what/who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want waffles coated in peanut butter and my stomach is growling but i must not eat. must. not. eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i constantly wonder how did i ever write as well as i did in high school and now my writing is... well, equivalent to the four letter word that basically means faeces. how is everything going to work out in the end, i want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want that goddamn distressed leather bag from Topshop but it's just so bloody expensive, and i just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that it's too risky to wait till sale time because there was only one left in the store when i went to visit it the other day. by the time i go back to actually buy it, it might probably be gone. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i want a scarf. a long, Ryan Ross-ish one that i can wrap around my shoulders when i'm freezing my ass off in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i just realized that i want so many things, and i'm not even done with my I Want rants yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my face is covered with dots, zits and pimples, and sometimes i just wish that my mom owned Clinique or Estee Lauder or something so i can get free facial stuff without it having to cost a bomb to have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i accidentally fell asleep about 203472397429 times in class today omg. and i had funny dreams. i dreamt of a blue rose/flower that opened and closed slowly. and when the flower closed, i jerked awake. i also dreamt that i was taking notes and listening intently in class when i was actually sleeping wtf. HOW WEIRD IS THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i need new stationery. my erasers and g-soft pens seem to have legs of their own. all i have in my pencil box: mechanical pencil, ruler, empty pencil lead box, random crumpled-up brochure from god knows where, broken lanyard, random green pen cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- AND OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies at the epicness of this not-so-epic picture* (will explain if you care to listen. if you don't then tooo badddddd. you'd probably get it if you know me well, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SKK5KtUIsvI/AAAAAAAACnE/MOx-Cguhmvo/s1600-h/rydenexists1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SKK5KtUIsvI/AAAAAAAACnE/MOx-Cguhmvo/s400/rydenexists1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233949310571819762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- damn, WHY must China win everything? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7991009861660912820?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7991009861660912820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7991009861660912820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7991009861660912820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7991009861660912820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-random.html' title='at random'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SKK5KtUIsvI/AAAAAAAACnE/MOx-Cguhmvo/s72-c/rydenexists1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-989498609694242432</id><published>2008-08-12T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:02:44.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>shadow</title><content type='html'>i can't seem to explain how i feel about all this. if i say it out loud, you'd run. hide, like i know you would. coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's twisted in a tight knot of anticipation. dread. anxiety. uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-989498609694242432?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/989498609694242432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=989498609694242432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/989498609694242432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/989498609694242432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/shadow.html' title='shadow'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-895203659563878228</id><published>2008-08-11T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:24:15.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>15 things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #1 -&lt;/span&gt; i always buy a new notebook for college/school with the resolution to fill it to the brim with anal notetaking and reminders and leave out all doodles, scribbles and other non-college stuff but then i fail after the second week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's so annoying when i can't be systematic when i want to. i'll usually break the rule when i'm bored out of my mind in class and i have nothing else to do or no one else to bother. sigh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact #2 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i make a phone call to random people in socially awkward situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, don't tell me you haven't done that before. let's say you're talking to this friend, and this friend's friend that you don't know suddenly comes over and sits down with you guys at a table. then if it isn't weird enough, your friend leaves your table for the bathroom and you don't know what else to say. so, yeah, to save things, i whip out my phone and find some random pal to call up and chat. i am very very very very shy with new people so i usually come off cold and snobbish to new people, i guess :(. i'm not. i'm just shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #3 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stuff on bed must be arranged in a certain manner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get really iffy when the stuff on my bed is moved around. my bolster MUST be on the left side of the bed, my pillow MUST be exactly in the middle of the bed, Brendon the sheep HAS to be sitting opposite Patrick the dog on the right side of the bed and the comforter must be spread out over everything else, if not i won't go to sleep at all. haha i'm really OCD when it comes to sleep. otherwise, my room is just one whole big whirlwind of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #4 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i unintentionally mess up my hair when i don't know the answer to something/when i'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go errrr and then one hand goes up to my head. aodgjoagjoads it's getting really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #5 -&lt;/span&gt; i pray every time we drive past a cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, it's been a habit ever since i was little. be it a Muslim, Buddhist or Christian cemetery, i'd clasp my hands together and just offer my apologies for looking at the site as we drive past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact #6 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i'm taking a shower, i must do things in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i will wash my hair. then, i will wash my face, then my body. lets say if i accidentally screw up and wash my face first, i have to start all over again. if i don't, i'll feel extremely unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #7 - &lt;/span&gt;i used to suck my thumb right up till my early teens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result, my right thumb has a little lump there and is slightly fatter than my left one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #8 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i hate aquariums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel uneasy and extremely claustrophobic. especially if it's a shark-tank like aquarium filled with billions of big fish staring back at me with their huge eyes. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #9&lt;/span&gt; - i procrastinate a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say i'll do something tomorrow, i'd do it like the week after or probably never at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact #10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; i read slash and often pair characters up whenever i like a movie/tv-series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. yeah. i'm your not-so-average fangirl next door. first there was Ryan/Brendon urie, then Pierre/David, then the whole LOTR business..... and then the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #11 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have the habit of leaving things everywhere at home once i put them down and i usually take ages to hunt for them again when i need them because i've forgotten where i put them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a habit my dad just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves &lt;/span&gt;to criticize me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #12 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a bad loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't think so i am, i just don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #13 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i get annoyed when people point out my flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, i'm a very bad loser. i'm getting better, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #14 -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my favorite ever thing to do is just lie on the beach and fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did that in Redang and i didn't realize i fell asleep on the sand for about like five minutes until someone kicked sand in my face wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fact #15 -&lt;/span&gt; i secretly want to be a girly girl even though i constantly insist i will not be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this the most about me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not tagging anybody, so if you're bored, you will be unbored after you do this! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-895203659563878228?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/895203659563878228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=895203659563878228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/895203659563878228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/895203659563878228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-things.html' title='15 things'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6346946554772374594</id><published>2008-08-10T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:10:41.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictionary'/><title type='text'>the fangirl in me needs a break.</title><content type='html'>i was going to write this whole long ass post about the MTV Asia Awards and the part where we stayed up like twenty four ridiculous hours just waiting about for celebrities to pop out of nowhere (ie. we sat around trying to stalk celebs in the lobby), but then it's now like 1.33 AM and my eyes feel as if they're going to pop out of their sockets and start rolling around on the parquet floor, so nghh no long post on the MAAs for you, not-so-sorry :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will, however, give you pictures! how about that? yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to all the jumping/singing/flailing around during the actual awards show, my hair stuck to my forehead in a sweaty tangled clump and I WASN'T AWARE OF IT THEN so of course, i look like shit in the photos but strangely i don't give a fuck. (okay maybe i do. just a little. a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nEvvwkqI/AAAAAAAACmU/yuT5IYExMQw/s1600-h/IMG_7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nEvvwkqI/AAAAAAAACmU/yuT5IYExMQw/s400/IMG_7043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944254517547682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and Spencer's drumstick that LeeYee got when the MAAs ended and stuff. you can't see it but my tongue is a funky shade of green! thank you, green tea frappucino. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nE98vXgI/AAAAAAAACmc/PZXx-M3WnYE/s1600-h/IMG_7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nE98vXgI/AAAAAAAACmc/PZXx-M3WnYE/s400/IMG_7053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944258330091010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrea (the one in black) and her buddies, a tipsy Greg Uttsada Panichkul (whom i have waited YEARS just to meet, thank you so very much), Melissa, me and Taya! even though tipsy due to all the partying and alcohol consumed during the post party (that we couldn't get access to), Utt was ever so sweet, and went "get some rest after this, okay? it's late. get some rest!" to us when the picture was over :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Taya is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; in real life (*squelches stab of jealousy*), and really, really really really nice, even though her on-screen voice annoys me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nFpYpFfI/AAAAAAAACms/XLJ6NrKGfC8/s1600-h/IMG_7060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nFpYpFfI/AAAAAAAACms/XLJ6NrKGfC8/s400/IMG_7060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944269989844466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a semidrunk Joey Zehr. i was like "one big group picture?" and he was like "sure, that'd be awesome, one big group picture, yeah 8D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nFzUegBI/AAAAAAAACm0/XF0k4hxCKd4/s1600-h/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nFzUegBI/AAAAAAAACm0/XF0k4hxCKd4/s400/DSC_0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944272656728082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;handddd arttt in Theodore green (thank you, LeeYee!). somebody turned off the auto focus on my camera so i had to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8rv9pe0TI/AAAAAAAACm8/VgOMyFj-Ip4/s1600-h/DSC_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8rv9pe0TI/AAAAAAAACm8/VgOMyFj-Ip4/s400/DSC_0186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232949395030200626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my Pretty. Odd. CD that Ryan Ross and Jon Walker of Panic at the Disco signed :D their signatures are faded now due to all the unintentional moshing during the concert (the cd cover basically had sex with the inside of my pink Nike slingbag wtf), so i am doing all i can to protect what's left of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaand last but not leastttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nFOR8SWI/AAAAAAAACmk/1UNIk7MIgy4/s1600-h/IMG_7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nFOR8SWI/AAAAAAAACmk/1UNIk7MIgy4/s400/IMG_7058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232944262713985378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire, Jon Walker and i!!!!!!! i can die happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this man is bloody witty. i'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;to have a conversation with him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and then this woman from Warner who was with him whom we call 'Yong Ah Beng' (it's a long story, but lets just say that we come across this certain woman a lot) was all, "LAST PICTURE" so Melissa told Claire to get into the picture. Jon waited patiently and then wrapped an arm around Claire's shoulder too. aofgjoafgaoddf :DD such a sweetie, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only was 2938749239 times more awesome that we were going to see him again on Tuesday in concert, and LeeYee and i tried to tell him that we were, but he wasn't listening (he was busy having another photograph taken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he did recognize us, though, on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deserves to be in another blogpost by itself, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ciao,&lt;/span&gt; lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6346946554772374594?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6346946554772374594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6346946554772374594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6346946554772374594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6346946554772374594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/fangirl-in-me-needs-break.html' title='the fangirl in me needs a break.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJ8nEvvwkqI/AAAAAAAACmU/yuT5IYExMQw/s72-c/IMG_7043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7460405499234829861</id><published>2008-08-07T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:02:44.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><title type='text'>homecoming</title><content type='html'>i am back into the world of Panic at the Disco slash fandom and it feels PRETTY DARN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7460405499234829861?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7460405499234829861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7460405499234829861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7460405499234829861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7460405499234829861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/homecoming.html' title='homecoming'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8952313783795321120</id><published>2008-08-06T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:02:49.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>we have more wit</title><content type='html'>than Joe Guese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, we pwned his asssssssss (well sort of) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeYee~:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, because it's "all about the music".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt; It's actually about 15 Jangli Baqarah's. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt; I'm dying for 15 goats on my farm. Times are hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.: &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeYee~:&lt;/span&gt; lol ic. that's pretty rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; lol and what in the world are Jangli Baqarah's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe: &lt;/span&gt;wouldn't you say as our friends panic would say "that's pretty odd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt; come on wild goats duuhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaitorade™: &lt;/span&gt;i think what we need to discuss, instead, is how Joe is obviously a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; lol, obviously. joe, explain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe: &lt;/span&gt;to myself maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeYee~:&lt;/span&gt; should we be worried about any possible bomb threats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; if click's next album comes out all flowery, i'd know where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe: &lt;/span&gt;na it's just the dog days of summer and i just feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; just curious: old panic or new panic? (though i would probably already know the answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeYee~:&lt;/span&gt; lol the click five pulling a ~panic - that'd be something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe: &lt;/span&gt;Yes when i say panic i mean the great jam band widespread panic. I'm from Colorado come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; lol actually i was asking about between the two cds Panic at the Disco released, but thats an okay answer, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe: &lt;/span&gt;notice anything between our old name The Click Five and our new one The! Click Five &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(super fucking epic line - we loled at it so hard omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAA o rly. i will watch for cabaret dancers and elaborate makeup on stage then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K.I.M:&lt;/span&gt; ALERT THE MEDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeYee~: &lt;/span&gt;hahahaha oic The Click Five stealing the ! from Panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.: &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; where it went, ic ic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;god i should come here more often. I say something smart ass and get an even more smart ass reply. Need to really test my wits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joe:&lt;/span&gt; come on 500 pages by noon tomorrow!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; lol n, we just might leave you here talking to yourself just because~ w8, what time is it there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeYee~:&lt;/span&gt; ahhh we learn from the best obv. "I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck" -Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINNIE.:&lt;/span&gt; absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm is an awesome weapon to wield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8952313783795321120?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8952313783795321120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8952313783795321120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8952313783795321120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8952313783795321120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-more-wit.html' title='we have more wit'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7486335237877828746</id><published>2008-08-04T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:48.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click clique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>PANIC AT THE DISCO TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJc1yjC6DyI/AAAAAAAACmM/6W_Rfl9FGcg/s1600-h/260508+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJc1yjC6DyI/AAAAAAAACmM/6W_Rfl9FGcg/s400/260508+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230708634731286306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJcmwi_aVrI/AAAAAAAACmE/ppgjKYZ7wVA/s1600-h/260508+001dsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJcmwi_aVrI/AAAAAAAACmE/ppgjKYZ7wVA/s400/260508+001dsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230692107682469554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH, BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYN, THIS IS FOR YOU &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (NOT THAT I DON'T AGREE WITH WHAT THE SIGN SAYS TOO, OF COURSE ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7486335237877828746?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7486335237877828746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7486335237877828746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7486335237877828746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7486335237877828746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/panic-at-disco-tomorrow.html' title='PANIC AT THE DISCO TOMORROW!'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJc1yjC6DyI/AAAAAAAACmM/6W_Rfl9FGcg/s72-c/260508+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6919247699203329737</id><published>2008-08-03T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:48.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>yesterday was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE OF THE BEST DAYS OF MY LITTLE FANGIRLY LIFE OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally met two out of the four members of Panic at the Disco, who have been my musical heroes ever since 2004. their music is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;, something i can barely talk about online without keyboard bashing or squealing in caps lock about how mind blowing their songs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan "wasn't feeling well", and i think he got pissed off with all the crowding around (because of course teenies want a picture with him because he's "so cute"). Jon was amazing though, he high-fived all of us on the way up to his room, signed me and Lee Yee's CDs and then later took a picture with us - and yes, he was wearing his everpresent pair of flipflops! where are the mandals, Jon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being so starstruck, i forgot to thank them for the amazing set they gave us during the awards show (no shit, it was FUCKING AMAZING. me and Melissa were yelling out the lyrics and dancing our asses off) and tell them about how psyched i am to hear the rest of Pretty. Odd. live on Tuesday. aaaaaaaaah damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am pissed off at this certain group of people who just happen to like Panic just because Ryan is good looking. sure, he IS good looking (well, kind of, but he butchered his hair again, so you lose brownie points, RyRo), but please, like him for the amazing music he writes. don't proclaim that you're their biggest fans when you only like famous people just because they're famous and they're hot. seriously. biggest losers of the century, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get to meet Spence and Brendon :(. i really wanted to meet the big kid that is Brendon and the bearded man that is Spencer Smith (and chuck a shaver at him, so he'd get the message). maybe i will, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i am really thankful for the amazing experience we've had. i would have never imagined that i'd meet THE Ryan Ross and THE Jon Walker, ever, and after reading so much about them online and saving countless pictures to be iconized, there they were in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i nearly died when there were not one, but TWO Ryden moments on stage. holy freaking shit, it was just adfhu8adhgaodfngiadfbgo;adfbghafgiladfnga11odfiahga9dr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJWGZTviXfI/AAAAAAAACl8/JVihFxaRsac/s1600-h/IMG_1375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SJWGZTviXfI/AAAAAAAACl8/JVihFxaRsac/s320/IMG_1375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230234311615208946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after YEARS AND YEARS OF WISHING TO SEE A RYDEN MOMENT LIVE, MY WISH HAS COME TRUE *weeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pairing was the pairing that sparked my immense interest in slash and bandom. they're my number one official true pairing, and THEY WILL ALWAYS BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveddddddd yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OH AND CYNTHIA TAN/CYNDROME/MRS. BRENDON BOYD URIE, I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK WHAT SHE MADE PIERRE DO FOR US AT SINGFEST OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9QQeIjEkHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9QQeIjEkHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6919247699203329737?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6919247699203329737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6061168403882965597</id><published>2008-08-01T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:00:58.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shameless camwhoring'/><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>haircut ahoy! it's like a mini version of the long hairstyle i've been sporting since forever. i'm still getting used to how short my hair is now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/manyfacesofmoi.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV Asia Awards tomorrow! i hope i do get to meet Panic at the Disco and tell them how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or probably a hug from Jared Leto should suffice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the festivities begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;university? what university?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6061168403882965597?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6061168403882965597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6061168403882965597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6061168403882965597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6061168403882965597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/whee.html' 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href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1176/600127976_29c19943ce.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1176/600127976_29c19943ce.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rudely yanks you out of the world you know, turns it around and dumps you back in, making you see life in a whole new light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay if you're an antisocial loser and you're currently not doing anything except moping around at home on your computer. it's okay if you didn't win a competition that you spent days working on. it's okay if you didn't get red carpet ticks to the awards show. it's okay if you're not going to the awards show. it's okay if you missed a concert of a band you love. it's okay if you lost fifty bucks. it's okay if you missed a sale at GAP. it's okay if your brother ate all the Oreos and left you none. it's okay if you don't have any friends. it's okay, because you're still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;. and you'd better cherish life while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace, Lizzie. you didn't deserve to go this young. no one does. you'll be dearly missed, and i'm sure you're in a better place devoid of suffering right now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1575912826468395276?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1575912826468395276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1575912826468395276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 MORE DAYS TO MTVAA'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, fyi, i am going.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;how, is of no importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you know, i always try to write this whole blogpost then i reread what i've written and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;i end up deleting everything just because i don't like what i've written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i've been feeling very insecure lately and when i read everything i've written in the past, i'm like, "how the hell did i ever get As for english in high school?", because i've come to the realization that i seriously suck at writing. no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder &lt;/span&gt;i always hesitate and/or freak out whenever i have a long essay to do for university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder why i chose Journalism, really. i still really do want to write as well as i want to, though. and i'm going to learn, no matter how lazy i am. so yeah, do me a favor and point out any grammatical errors in my blogposts and shit unless they're intentional, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the designing front, as you can see, i've replaced my Travis/We The Kings banner with my snazzy new Panic at the Disco one, complete with swirly light-thingies i spent hours perfecting. i'm also supposed to be cracking my head at a flyer design for that college Carnivale event thing but i'm not feeling inspired at the moment :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK,  brain, WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even get me started about university. i'm not ready to go back yet. these past six weeks have been amazing. i'm supposed to go back to uni next week. i'm not missing uni at all, maybe just a few certain people that i miss to bits. ahhh i miss talking to friends in real life again! my mom claims that i might as well live with a computer surgically attached to my body because i'm more sociable online than i am in real life. very funny, ma. but yeah, i do miss talking to real people, despite how awkward i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh its 12.52 now, and i'm done rambling, so i'm going to go take a shower and get on with my fangirly business. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit 3.40 am: &lt;/span&gt;you know, schadenfreude is kind of a dangerous yet delicious feeling to have. my guilty pleasure. it's almost masochistic, in a way, depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just killed a mosquito by accident and i don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;but i had a squished looking fat mosquito on my middle finger on my left hand and blood on my fourth finger. my hand now thankfully smells of Dove Green Tea/cucumber milk extract, and it makes me shudder to think that if i had not realized that i had a dead insect on my finger earlier, i would have blood and mosquito guts on my face right now if i rubbed my nose or something. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also happen to have weird thoughts at wee hours in the morning. thoughts that i will not share for my own good because you'd be pelting me with tomatoes if you knew exactly what i was thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2395140964288041386?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2395140964288041386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2395140964288041386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SI3_W17osjI/AAAAAAAACl0/nnHiA-8PeIk/s1600-h/260508+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SI3_W17osjI/AAAAAAAACl0/nnHiA-8PeIk/s400/260508+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228115510346428978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just a little push was all i needed to wake up and realize that what i thought was everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't &lt;/span&gt;everything, and that i can live with what i have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;for being you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7307854196708618204?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7307854196708618204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7307854196708618204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7307854196708618204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7307854196708618204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SI3_W17osjI/AAAAAAAACl0/nnHiA-8PeIk/s72-c/260508+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1412596313002772233</id><published>2008-07-28T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:55:50.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictionary'/><title type='text'>first look through the lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;hello Nikon D60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am very happy with it at the moment. Dad's an old Nikon user, so he's slowly giving me advice and tips on how to use my new baby, though he doesn't know a thing about adjusting shutter speeds and aperture, since they didn't have digital cameras back when he had his Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a box of old lenses hidden away somewhere in an old cupboard, and a tripod too, so we're going to drag them out and see if i can use them one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see from the pretty shitty photo above, i'm still new at photography with dSLRs, but i'm slowly going to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few first pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;midsentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/260508012d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1412596313002772233?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1412596313002772233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1412596313002772233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1412596313002772233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1412596313002772233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-look-through-lens.html' title='first look through the lens'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_260508032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5944274961730644932</id><published>2008-07-26T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:23:53.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert weekend.</title><content type='html'>i didn't win. but it isn't the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate all the help given to me these past 20 days. i'd never have expected any help from anyone, really, and instead many people chipped in, even some that i've never spoken to before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really grateful. love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my schedule next weekend onwards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/8/08 - MTV Asia Awards&lt;br /&gt;5/8/08 - Panic at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCERTS HERE I COME, BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5944274961730644932?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5944274961730644932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5944274961730644932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5944274961730644932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5944274961730644932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/concert-weekend.html' title='Concert weekend.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7587661870416205499</id><published>2008-07-25T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:24:09.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>in the infinite cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;hope.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just means so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7587661870416205499?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7587661870416205499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7587661870416205499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7587661870416205499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7587661870416205499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-infinite-cold.html' title='in the infinite cold'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-3071790800525102820</id><published>2008-07-24T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:52:56.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>i am</title><content type='html'>i stole this from &lt;a href="http://lawlingmonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janella&lt;/a&gt; who stole this from &lt;a href="http://esnetsap.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sydney&lt;/a&gt;. it seemed pretty amusing to do, and yours truly is bored, so 8D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type your name in Googlism.com and copy and paste the first 15 results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is pooh&lt;br /&gt;winnie is star&lt;br /&gt;winnie is bald &lt;b&gt;(*GASP* I AM NOT!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is sons boss david winnie has experience of top &lt;b&gt;(....)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is fun &lt;b&gt;(YES I AM! 8D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is the newly elected president of the women?s league of the african national congress &lt;b&gt;(this made me crack up so hard ngl)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is the smartest dog i've ever seen &lt;b&gt;(AM NOT. A DOG. KTHX.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is my goddaughter &lt;b&gt;(yeah, and you're my father. uh huh.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is peeking out of the honey pot with the trademark bumblebee on the lid &lt;b&gt;(here come the Winnie The Pooh references...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is leaning on his july honey pot which has a ruby in the front of it&lt;br /&gt;winnie is opening his january honey pot which has a garnet on the front&lt;br /&gt;winnie is a mastiff who is 6 years old&lt;br /&gt;winnie is sons boss&lt;br /&gt;winnie is spirited away when she tries to quench her own thirst &lt;b&gt;(this is so bizarre omg.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is called after pooh &lt;b&gt;(WELL FINALLY. something true.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its' a hoot. try this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-3071790800525102820?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3071790800525102820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=3071790800525102820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/3071790800525102820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/3071790800525102820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am.html' title='i am'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6887343902124768931</id><published>2008-07-23T02:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:59:53.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>of being an insomniac and other trivial things</title><content type='html'>so it's 2.54 am and my body is showing no signs of sleepiness or fatigue, as usual. guess i'm going to have to force myself to sleep in a little while. (which means lying on my bed for approximately two to three hours before i drift off to a light slumber due to boredom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i have news: i got through to the second round of the competition :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the people who have voted for me before: beep me. i have huge news. (if you haven't read the mass email i sent out already~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i think i'm going to do that force-myself-to-sleep thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chimo, lovelies. don't party too hard. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6887343902124768931?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6887343902124768931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6887343902124768931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6887343902124768931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6887343902124768931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-being-insomniac-and-other-trivial.html' title='of being an insomniac and other trivial things'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7629176182105181616</id><published>2008-07-21T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:55:41.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>zits</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/rawr.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*is very very very very very grumpy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7629176182105181616?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7629176182105181616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7629176182105181616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7629176182105181616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7629176182105181616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/zits.html' title='zits'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6289998956725348345</id><published>2008-07-21T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:43:54.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>musings in the night</title><content type='html'>the broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;i am here still waiting though i still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;i am damaged at best, like you've already figured out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6289998956725348345?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6289998956725348345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6289998956725348345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6289998956725348345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6289998956725348345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/musings-in-night.html' title='musings in the night'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-149271763706640713</id><published>2008-07-20T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:40:10.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animalians'/><title type='text'>late night typos by the one and only tranny pelican</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;2:09 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;my typo worst than  ever&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:09 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;anyways&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:09 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;im off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;seriously &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;all the best&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;and for the  competition&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;no oen deserves it more  than you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;even ryan ross comes  second to you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;(2:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt; Geoffrey:&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(198, 58, 38); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;so all the best&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol still failing at typing, i see.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, though pelican.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan ross has more ~snark~ than me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second round starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on, SuJu bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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pelican'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5778861247939194942</id><published>2008-07-19T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:55:57.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>of hope, wishes and Panic at the Disco</title><content type='html'>i do hope that everything will go as planned tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this would mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;guys, Panic at the Disco tix on sale! RM68 only till the 2nd of August. it's on a Tuesday, though. you know who'll be first in line ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Behind The Sea - Panic at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeling: &lt;/span&gt;hopeful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5778861247939194942?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5778861247939194942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5778861247939194942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5778861247939194942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5778861247939194942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-hope-wishes-and-panic-at-disco.html' title='of hope, wishes and Panic at the Disco'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6105933993444328102</id><published>2008-07-18T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:35:04.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>of cake</title><content type='html'>there's one last piece of tiramisu cake sitting in the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fat kid in me wants it. desires it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craves &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i look at a couple of pics that i look particularly pudgy in and then the craving is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe just one bite....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6105933993444328102?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6105933993444328102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6105933993444328102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6105933993444328102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6105933993444328102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-cake.html' title='of cake'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1214457604812916994</id><published>2008-07-17T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:49.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>of desktop superheroes</title><content type='html'>here's another unusual tag that i'm quite happy to do. it certainly makes a change from all the overused questions thrown at you time and time again! i love tags that involve creativity, writing and pictures, not just yes and no questions and other personal questions that you really don't know how to answer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got tagged by Rae over at &lt;a href="http://currynana.livejournal.com/"&gt;her LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. i'm not feeling up to posting at my Livejournal today so i guess i'll be doing the tag here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When you see this meme immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your desktop and press the Print Scrn key (located on the right side of the F12 key). (Press control+shift+3 if you're using a mac)&lt;br /&gt;2. Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and doing a Paste (CTRL + V). (don't need to do this if you've got a mac)&lt;br /&gt;3. Post the picture on your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop if you want. You can explain why you prefer such a look or why it is full of icons. Things like that.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktops as well.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my current desktop wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SH8sCQFbfBI/AAAAAAAAClc/MtiVciLk-H4/s1600-h/uselessbat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SH8sCQFbfBI/AAAAAAAAClc/MtiVciLk-H4/s400/uselessbat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223942509962165266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to enlarge because i don't want the picture stretching the page. i have a widescreen monitor so my desktop is wider than usual.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't know, i'm a huge superhero freak (ok, granted, if the actors who played the superheroes in the movies weren't hot, i wouldn't like them that much...), especially when it comes to Batman and the new version of Superman Returns (new installment next year! so excited!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; to see The Dark Knight! i didn't know that it's out already. i nearly choked on my Milo this morning when i saw the movie listed in the cinema section in the papers. after the goosebump-inducing trailer i and other moviegoers alike recently had the chance to see, i am definitely not going to miss this movie on the big screen! i didn't catch the first one and i nearly died when i watched it on DVD because it was just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm not going to go off into a spiel about how amazing Christian Bale's Batman voice is (ohhh that low growl ♥) or how amazing an actor Heath Ledger was as the Joker, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very cluttered desktop, no? i'm too lazy to file stuff into their respective folders until the entire desktop gets filled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence would probably have a heart attack. "YOUR DESKTOP'S SO MESSY!" he'd exclaimed, when he was over at my house the last time to try repair my (now dead) ex-computer. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since this tag is fun, i'm going to tag people this time round :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three people i tag (i'm lazy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bao&lt;br /&gt;-Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;-Weenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1214457604812916994?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1214457604812916994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1214457604812916994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1214457604812916994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1214457604812916994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-desktop-superheroes.html' title='of desktop superheroes'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SH8sCQFbfBI/AAAAAAAAClc/MtiVciLk-H4/s72-c/uselessbat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4288948784317670533</id><published>2008-07-17T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:43:22.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>no sleep tonight</title><content type='html'>oh yeah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget, i have also been occupied with something else during my holidays (and probably the rest of the year!) and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all know that i'm a huge huge huge huge crazy ass Click Five fan right? like as if Click isn't the first thing out of my mouth ever since after their concert in June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cutting to the chase, i am a co-web for a Click Five fansite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i hear cheers of "FINALLY, SHE'S DOING SOMETHING?" or do i get tomatoes pelted at me because "alaaah why always Click Five wan?" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, i'm elated that Jodie, who's the girl who started up the site, is graciously allowing a html and ftp noob like me to help her with the site! some people wouldn't have given me the time of day. she's a sweetheart. i haven't heard from her lately, though.. i wonder if she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo if y'all want to find out more about the band (for the umpteeth time, no, they aren't wearing matching suits any more, no, Eric Dill isn't the lead singer of the band any more, and no, THEY AREN'T A BOYBAND) or get updated with the latest news or even snag some amazing Click Five graphics (icons, banners, wallpapers, buttons etc), head on down &lt;a href="http://clickfive.fan-sites.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, or click the button on my sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool? cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.28 in the morning now, and i have been searching high and low for this particular song called 'No Sleep Tonight' by The Faders (who split up a couple of years ago - no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonder &lt;/span&gt;they seemed to have disappeared from the music scene...). i remember listening to it on replay when i did my assignments early last year and practically spamming the life out of the song back when i was using Kazaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has it or any other The Faders song on mp3, send it my way please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off because it's late and i want to go make myself a peanut butter sandwich before bed (yes i know i am a pig),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(GO VOTE FOR ME PLEASE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/WINNIE.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4288948784317670533?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4288948784317670533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4288948784317670533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4288948784317670533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4288948784317670533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sleep-tonight.html' title='no sleep tonight'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/th_WINNIE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8297029793276237756</id><published>2008-07-16T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:54:21.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><title type='text'>more ramblings at 12.53 in the morning while listening to Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"well, if you want something, you should do all you can to get it imo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the best advice i got all week. thanks, T. you're an amazing friend and you give the best advice, in my honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much is going on in my life. a routine day in my life right now would be going to bed late, roll around in bed trying to sleep, eventually fall asleep, wake up late, eat brunch with mom at home our outside, sit at the computer, eat dinner, sit at the computer, and then repeat the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eventful hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Cynthia's iPod Touch got stolen today while she was at school. it was barely a month old. screw the bitch who took her iPod :(. i'd die if someone took my Nano although it can't really hold much, so i know how she feels right now. i hope she gets it back eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough rambling for now - i have more voting to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chimo, lovelies, have a great week! (it's only Tuesday :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOTE FOR ME!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8297029793276237756?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8297029793276237756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8297029793276237756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8297029793276237756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8297029793276237756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-ramblings-at-1253-in-morning-while.html' title='more ramblings at 12.53 in the morning while listening to Switchfoot'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2733360073363333572</id><published>2008-07-14T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:16:34.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>what's in my bag?</title><content type='html'>since i'm bored out my mind, i'm going to do this fun meme i unashamedly stole from &lt;a href="http://rennylyleanna.livejournal.com/"&gt;renny&lt;/a&gt;, who's a friend of mine from LiveJournal. go read her posts and admire her graphics - they're amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i'm supposed to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uno: &lt;/span&gt;take a picture of your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos :&lt;/span&gt; now dump everything out , neatly adjust them , and take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tres : &lt;/span&gt;talk about the items inside. details, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, ladies and gentlemen (pffft. like any read my blog... *COUGH COUGH COUGH*), is my bag. i got it from Topshop around after Chinese New Year and i bought it with nearly half of my angbao money. the other half was spent on a Panic at the Disco boxset that i will talk about in one of my later posts because Cynthia wants to see what's inside :D. i promised her to do a post about it ages and ages ago! i'm so forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06282copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what's in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; that's my bag. i accidentally labeled it. *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; my old Student ID and my new Student ID with my thumbdrive attatched to it. i still keep the old one in my bag just in case i forget to bring the new one out so that i still can use it for student discounts at cinemas on weekdays! it recently came in handy a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;my teddy tales pencil box that Joan, Huai, Lynette and Terence bought for me during an outing at One Utama during my birthday about three years ago :) i can't bear to replace it. (pun not intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;my pink SONY camera. it doesn't take clear pictures at all and takes 34729342 seconds to take a picture at concerts. it's almost as if it knows that i'm in a concert and whenever i want to snap a special moment it, it just chooses to lag behind. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) &lt;/span&gt;a skinny black tie i bought at the college sale Fourskin were having about a couple of months ago. i bought two for RM15 i think. the other one's striped. God knows what's it still doing in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;my fake Guess shades i bought at one of those little booths outside Forever 21 in One Utama. the cover's string just came out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;brown Chanel eyeliner i bought in Singapore on New Years' Eve last year. i stuck it in my bag after i used it before going to the Colbie Caillat concert earlier this year and ever since, it's been in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;my Body Shop Watermelon Lip Balm. i got it after wandering around alone in First World, Genting Highlands. they were having a sale, it smelt good, and i was desperately in need of lip gloss. what more did i need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;my mini comb. i used to have a large one in my bag too but i think i lost it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;random crumpled receipts/papers/subscription lists i stuffed into my bag at random and forgot to pull out. i think when i (eventually) stuff all my stuff back into my bag, i'm going to leave them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) &lt;/span&gt;my Billabong wallet i got at Metrojaya at the last sale. after not using a wallet for so long (i think Jason and Geoff can attest to this lol), it's funny how i can never go anywhere without it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) &lt;/span&gt;lastly, a necklace i bought from Cats' Whiskers, Bangsar, during that time we were supposed to collect dresses from Showpink a few weeks before The Pink Thing! it's rusty now because the gold plated coating wore off :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaand i'm supposed to tag some people, but i guess i'm too lazy to, but please do this if you want to - i'll be interested to read it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;SIX more days till the 20th, which is the qualification round. i would appreciate it if you keep voting for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2733360073363333572?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2733360073363333572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2733360073363333572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2733360073363333572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2733360073363333572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-in-my-bag.html' title='what&apos;s in my bag?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_DSC06284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7671713298500698509</id><published>2008-07-14T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:24:43.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>1.40 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit 3.19 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i spent a few hours making some Simple Plan icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIMPLE%20PLAN/wlookid_sp09.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIMPLE%20PLAN/wlookid_sp10.png" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIMPLE%20PLAN/wlookid_sp03.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making them made me fangirl over SP all over again. if they give Malaysia a miss this year AGAIN, i am going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious fangirl is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite this emotional turmoil i'm going through-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7671713298500698509?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7671713298500698509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7671713298500698509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7671713298500698509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7671713298500698509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/140-am.html' title='1.40 AM'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIMPLE%20PLAN/th_wlookid_sp09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8159460700003445100</id><published>2008-07-12T18:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T15:23:00.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5G'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guavalians'/><title type='text'>blast from the past... again</title><content type='html'>i'm back - and i'm so sleepy and full that i can barely even move an inch. my stomach feels rounder than usual and the fact that it is should usually make the very self-conscious me very disappointed with myself but today i'm just too happy/satisfied to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, sushi and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;a chocolate frosty? who could ever complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm too lazy to write a whole review of the entire Charity Fiesta (which wouldn't be pretty, mind you), you can make do with pictures, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the inflatable jousting ring. when i saw this, i immediately thought of the Communication Carnivale we're supposed to be hosting this October and i made up my mind to take photos of everything that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;be useful to us as reference, but then i forgot after snapping this photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe Amir will remember. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this was really fun to watch, but it got tiring after a while. i watched as two primary school boys about as tall as my computer table clamber on to the two platforms and try as hard as they could to lift the jousting poles but they were just too heavy. aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wandering around, the four of us decided to pay a visit to our old classroom, 5 Gamma, where nineteen of us spent a (fairly) happy year together :). if i'm not mistaken, i think this is our second time visiting the class since we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's Huai sitting at Kai Sin's old place, Joan sitting at her old place and Terence finding out the name of the poor soul who has now taken over his old spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Gamma still smelt the same. if i closed my eyes, i could have almost imagined Dereck's sweaty green house t-shirt drying on his chair. i felt like a Pevensie sibling entering Narnia for the second time as we stepped into the class. it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked &lt;/span&gt;different but it still felt the same. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06259copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked around the class, examining the backs of chairs to see if i came across a chair that i had once vandalized, or maybe Dereck's old number 27 chair, and sure enough i came across this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was either me who wrote the Terence and someone else (Terence maybe?) grabbed the liquid paper and wrote roks. the only thing i'm sure i did was cancelling the "roks" and writing "sux".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the memories. it made me wish that we'd made more marks on the walls and chairs for memory's sake. sort of like a dog leaving behind his mark by urinating. only we use marker pens. not urinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily someone left a whiteboard marker full of ink behind, so Joan wrote this on the whiteboard :D i hope an old teacher sees it and remembers us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Yi's and Kevin's old spots. nice to see Kevin's desk finally loaded up with books, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they completely ruined the perfectly painted walls by plastering fugly fluorescent mahjong paper all over them, by the way. my eyesssssss. they burrrrrrrrrrrrn. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Wen's old place under the swivelling fan! i can almost see the tall guy taking down that chair and setting his bag down on it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can't you just imagine the old black lockers behind the last desk right now? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06271.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hung out for a while at the back of the classroom, looking at all the old decorations and reminiscing about old times when someone suggested we play old games just like we used to at the back of the class, so Joan and Terence started playing this "one two JUS!" game where the loser had to stretch his/her legs to touch the winner's foot with his/her foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's Huai's legs you see behind Terence. she stretched herself out on two brown chairs just like we used to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terence lost by the way. bahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mark i made on the floor at the back of the classroom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the very same spot where we'd sat in a circle during one of our trial exam periods, playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chi ku pak &lt;/span&gt;until Puan Zurina slammed her hand down on her desk and yelled at us to shut the fuck up because "your exams are coming and you still are playing these childish games".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the once-pretty door to our classroom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God. Look at the ugly door!" i proclaimed in horror when i saw it, "THEY BEDAZZLED IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you stupid Form Fivers leave a bloody door alone? the walls are ugly enough :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken when we had to leave for the canteen because Yee Lin and Ka Peng arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i walked down the famous staircase right outside our old classroom, i gave the class one last look (we left the lights on, just like old times!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't handle the "festivities" after a while, so we left to have lunch in Sunway Pyramid. good timing, too, because when we were making a beeline for the bus bay from the canteen, this old aunty was singing a bad bad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; rendition of Queen's "We Will Rock You" with Hanif Othman Merican (General Manager of Sekolah Sri Kuala Lumpur, which, in loose terms, basically translates to 'owner's son') on the bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i shit you not. &lt;b&gt;Hanif&lt;/b&gt; was playing bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had Sushi Zanmai! my favorite favorite favorite ever place to have sushi. sure we just had some yesterday...  but their soft-shell crab maki is too good to pass up. i want MOAR, even though i had it two days in a row. it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan perusing the menu. in the end she settled with salmon sashimi salad with special Sushi Zanmai dressing. it's yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cup of green tea, soy sauce and a small saucer of wasabi and soy sauce. can't have sushi without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC06280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, this is 'daifuku', a Japanese ice cream dessert Joan ordered. it's supposed to be ice cream wrapped in this rice skin. i remember having it in an airplane on the way to Korea or something. it tasted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some just now and it tasted the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that brings this picture post to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss days like today, when i'd whip out my camera and snap any random thing and then blog about it. i think i'm going to have to do this more often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, today was one of those days when i felt that i truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belonged&lt;/span&gt;, especially when we stepped foot into the old Guava abode, despite my bitching at the end of the day (because i was hungry/tired/fed-up/pissed off). it's nice to come back to a place that you're so familiar with that you know it like the back of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess those twelve years spent in SriKL made a deeper impression on me than i actually thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've got my memories;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I can't go back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to how it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe now -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've come too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I can't go back;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to how it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8159460700003445100?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8159460700003445100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8159460700003445100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8159460700003445100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8159460700003445100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/blast-from-past-again.html' title='blast from the past... again'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_DSC06256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4092386685596840774</id><published>2008-07-12T07:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:01:53.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>sleepy anon is sleepy</title><content type='html'>i slept at four(ish) and i'm awake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SriKL Charity Drive here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you proud of me? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4092386685596840774?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4092386685596840774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4092386685596840774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4092386685596840774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4092386685596840774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepy-anon-is-sleepy.html' title='sleepy anon is sleepy'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4820011191715076770</id><published>2008-07-12T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:20:16.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><title type='text'>adding to the noise</title><content type='html'>i like the conversation we had in the car tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the parts where we talk about stuff on the way back to my house are one of my favorite parts of the outings we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing you said about writing? we'll see about that. i'm still not confident about the whole thing, though. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just opened the door and yelled at me in this condescending way (i hate it when parents are sarcastic, ugh. it's just so annoying. can't they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;be straightforward?!), so i have to go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is i'm not sleepy at all and i think i need a pillow change because i haven't slept a wink in twenty four hours and i'm perfectly fine. F-I-N-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see lah, now i'm fucking grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vote. or i'm going to eat your faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and then beat you in halo. *smug smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i cant actually eat faces. or play halo for that matter. that was a borrowed line from Travis Clark ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: I'M SERIOUS. VOTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4820011191715076770?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4820011191715076770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4820011191715076770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4820011191715076770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4820011191715076770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/adding-to-noise.html' title='adding to the noise'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4113570257995222102</id><published>2008-07-11T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:46:25.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirly posts'/><title type='text'>guess who made my entire month?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/wethekingsmsg.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear We The Kings aka. Dan/Drew/Hunter/Travis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have officially made a particular Asian fangirl very very very very very very happy. as this particular Asian fangirl also happens to be very humble, when you (eventually) have that Asian tour that you promised you'd try to work out, a huge hug and a hang-out session after your successful show in Malaysia would suffice as a "thank you" gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4113570257995222102?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4113570257995222102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4113570257995222102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4113570257995222102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4113570257995222102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-who-made-my-entire-month.html' title='guess who made my entire month?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2614104417323254258</id><published>2008-07-10T01:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:49.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoucement'/><title type='text'>who are you voting for?</title><content type='html'>so i've been thinking a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days ago, when i first entered this competition, when i drew the first line of pink lipstick across my face, i would never have thought that this competition would mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was just all "oh i bet i could pull off a Ryan Ross". it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. i was actually planning to raid my mom's closet for a particularly flowery blouse to put on and just tuck my hair behind the collar and snap a simple photograph imitating this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHT5VSFwNeI/AAAAAAAAClM/h2IgwrHy-_I/s1600-h/pdcuddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHT5VSFwNeI/AAAAAAAAClM/h2IgwrHy-_I/s400/pdcuddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221072012057785826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but then after much contemplation, i decided that people wouldn't vote for me if i did post it up because it would just look like a random girl who just put on some random flowery blouse and took a random picture from the side. it would not be 'mimicking' an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought to myself: when did Ryan Ross actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stand out&lt;/span&gt; and was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Ross &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to Bao about it at the time, i think, and then she said something along the lines of "nono not this picture, the other one! the one with the makeup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHT7UQEVh0I/AAAAAAAAClU/I2oFaytmm80/s1600-h/normal_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHT7UQEVh0I/AAAAAAAAClU/I2oFaytmm80/s400/normal_007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221074193358358338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;course.&lt;/span&gt; Ryan Ross' unique face makeup designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which Panic fan ever forgot about Ryan Ross' makeup? SINCE WHEN was Panic(!) at the Disco ever mentioned in an interview back then without the slightest reference to the amazing face-art done by the equally amazing George Ryan Ross the second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ran into my room, grabbed my eyeliner pencil, my never-really-used tube of lipstick that i got free from a magazine and my old circular portable mirror, set it in front of the computer and got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five minutes later, i was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took some random pictures, laughed over them, edited them, picked a random one (ok fine. i was paranoid over which one to post :( ) and posted it. and then the campaigning started and everything, and competition started to trickle in, and yes, i was stressed out, and yes, i was furious with the kind of entries people submitted, but i was not as furious as i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;. sure, it may be a popularity competition, and the people who organized the competition aren't going to pick who did the best job in mimicking an artist that was nominated for the awards, but for the love of GOD, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU'RE ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO MIMIC SOMEONE, GODDAMNIT, NOT STAND/SIT THERE AND POSE LIKE YOU'RE A FUCKING SUPERSTAR IN YOUR OWN RIGHT AND CLAIM YOU'RE 'MIMICKING' SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/Image%28160%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/Image%28160%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Happy us......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desc:&lt;/span&gt; Guess which is me??? I'll tell u if u vote for me.....So vote for me ok???   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; SuJu rox!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Submitted by : &lt;/span&gt;Tracy Chong&lt;/blockquote&gt;YA ALLAH, WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, ARE YOU RETARDED? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO FILL IN A FUCKING FORM PROPERLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WHEN IS THERE AN ARTIST CALLED 'SuJu rox!!!!!"? half the entries submitted are like this by the way. i am really, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;saddened by the language skills and internet-literacy of half of the Malaysians who use the computer (because the other half, namely all you other Malaysians whom i regard as friends and family and people who can actually type properly, are awesome). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, WHO THE HELL CARES OR GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHICH ONE YOU ARE? you aren't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to look like Suju, or whoever his name is from Super Junior (yes, retard, that's actually the name of the band Suju is in, if you didn't actually know) at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb196/no1_jo/SuJu/SuperJunior-UMVwmv_000143977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb196/no1_jo/SuJu/SuperJunior-UMVwmv_000143977.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS is SuJu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihgaifhgiadhga if i rant any more, i'm going to end up having a coronary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS REAL COMPETITION. (he's supposed to be Christina Aguilera. i don't see the difference, but dammit, the guy has balls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/30%20second%20to%20mars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/30%20second%20to%20mars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS REAL COMPETITION. (and some awesome Photoshop skills, might i add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/lavigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/lavigne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS REAL COMPETITION. (don't you think the picture is entirely kick ass?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/1_258730759l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/photo/1_258730759l%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS, HOWEVER, IS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: baby in&lt;br /&gt;Desc: his look is mathew&lt;br /&gt;Artist: mathew&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by : Liew Kien Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST TIME I CHECKED, THERE WASN'T ANY ARTIST NAMED 'MATHEW'. AND I'M SORRY, BUT I THINK YOU FAIL AT SPELLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE. VOTE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY COMPETED. WHO ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING TO COMPETE. WHO ACTUALLY PUT IN SOME EFFORT IN DOING SOMETHING TO GAIN VOTES. THE PEOPLE WHO REALLY, TRULY WANT THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;VOTE FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/WINNIE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2614104417323254258?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2614104417323254258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2614104417323254258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2614104417323254258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2614104417323254258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-are-you-voting-for.html' title='who are you voting for?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHT5VSFwNeI/AAAAAAAAClM/h2IgwrHy-_I/s72-c/pdcuddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4815594257587581582</id><published>2008-07-09T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:33:40.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><title type='text'>late night affairs with peanut butter sandwiches</title><content type='html'>its 2.31 AM and apparently my friend Ross (the one from Australia who's in Holland) has this huge plan to bring We The Kings to Asia.. or specifically Malaysia.. that involves writing a kiss-ass letter to S-Curve Recording Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4815594257587581582?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4815594257587581582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4815594257587581582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4815594257587581582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4815594257587581582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-night-affairs-with-peanut-butter.html' title='late night affairs with peanut butter sandwiches'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-4628217337128606988</id><published>2008-07-08T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:49.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><title type='text'>skyway avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I NEED MORE VOTES BY THE WAY!!!!!!!!! SCROLL DOWN AND CLICK ON THE BLINKING GRAPHIC BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY TO POST IT TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys like the new background and header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis Clark from We The Kings is love love love lovelovelovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHJZS6RwwOI/AAAAAAAAClE/P4eCDebpUL8/s1600-h/1797202266_fdc3da5837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHJZS6RwwOI/AAAAAAAAClE/P4eCDebpUL8/s400/1797202266_fdc3da5837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220333099492098274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhh he's just so fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP ASIDE WILLIAM BECKETT. YOU'RE NOT FAIREST OF THEM ALL ANY MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay so i had Nando's today. i swear, Peri Peri sauce is one of the best sauces ever invented, right up there beside barbeque, tabasco and tomato sauce. i can almost taste the sauce right now in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAT KID IN ME WANTS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'll probably get sushi tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. i see you salivating already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chimo, lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-4628217337128606988?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4628217337128606988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=4628217337128606988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4628217337128606988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/4628217337128606988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/skyway-avenue.html' title='skyway avenue'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHJZS6RwwOI/AAAAAAAAClE/P4eCDebpUL8/s72-c/1797202266_fdc3da5837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5791928763870585465</id><published>2008-07-07T03:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:50.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>stuck on my ele-elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm having a little preference for R&amp;amp;B tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, since i have spent the past nights listening to John Mayer and new PATD on repeat (no kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooo not tonight. tonight it's Flo Rida. particularly hooked on Elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent today on the computer (again) fangirling about Travis Clark, lead singer of We The Kings, thanks to Ross (who's a friend from Australia who's currently in Holland, the lucky shit!) who sent me a video link. amazing band by the way, check them out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wethekings"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, especially if you like bands like Boys like Girls and The All-American Rejects and other punk rock bands like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHEeRkz1brI/AAAAAAAACk8/0k7urmSi8zk/s1600-h/wet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHEeRkz1brI/AAAAAAAACk8/0k7urmSi8zk/s400/wet.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219986730386812594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drew, hunter, travis &amp;amp; dan dan (no i'm not trying to be cute. that's what his nickname is.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you might have heard Hitz play their second single 'Check Yes Juliet' before. it's really catchy sounding("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run baby run, don't ever look baaack~&lt;/span&gt;"). i threw a fit in the car when i heard it because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's my favorite song off their album &lt;/span&gt;and i was afraid Hitz would ruin it for me like it always does, but strangely they haven't been playing the song much. so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 3.50 now. really have to stop this trend of updating my blog in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before i sign off (it's 4.11 now. i zoned out for a moment.), i will annoy all of you again with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/WINNIE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I STILL NEED YOUR HELP. LOTS OF IT. PLEASE!&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/25434532-5791928763870585465?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5791928763870585465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5791928763870585465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5791928763870585465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5791928763870585465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuck-on-my-ele-elevator.html' title='stuck on my ele-elevator'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SHEeRkz1brI/AAAAAAAACk8/0k7urmSi8zk/s72-c/wet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-943437920757284687</id><published>2008-07-06T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:54:51.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>more incessant rambling at 3.46 in the morning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this waiting is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a good and a bad way, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good, because all my energy is finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- finally &lt;/span&gt;devoted to something competitive and not something my mother would deem extremely useless (extremely useless because she deems what i'm doing now as useless. but it's still a change, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad, because i'm more kiasu than i ever was before :(. felt like a total bitch yesterday to Melissa. i'm sorry Melissa - i don't know what's come over me. i sincerely apologize. let's hope we all win and show those ahbeng lalas what the cool people can do! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck am i even doing here at this hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope tomorrow will be a better day. and i hope to God that the fuckers two houses away don't start drilling at noon because if they do i will officially stalk over and threaten to drill a hole in their little heads and see how they like it. *smug smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/WINNIE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-943437920757284687?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/943437920757284687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=943437920757284687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/943437920757284687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/943437920757284687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-incessant-rambling-at-346-in.html' title='more incessant rambling at 3.46 in the morning....'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/th_WINNIE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2808471297966523636</id><published>2008-07-05T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:47:05.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>incessant rambling at 3.37 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY FOUR &amp;amp; DAY FIVE (just because it's &lt;strike&gt;2.56&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;very early&lt;/i&gt; in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today was different. instead of bumming around at home getting fat(ter) in the process, i actually went out today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late, got dressed and headed to college so that Florence could pick me up on the way to Hong's house for his little get-together party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up spending fifty bucks more than i intended to spend today because i forgot to return the library books that have been sitting on the backseat of my mom's car for God knows how long. got slapped with a fifty buck fine for returning it super extra late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the librarian was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we got to Hong's house just fine. the get together was entertaining. imagine the boys running around playing tennis-pong and screaming out names of random people/cities/states/whatever else under a category the rest of us gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"name girls in our class with short hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;name states in the U.S.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we played charades (hah - we totally owned the other team, baby.) while nibbling on food brought by the girls (*avoids Geoffrey's glare*) . Rachel Law made amazing brownies and Debs made amazing salad, by the way. i wish i had the patience/ability to make food without at least destroying part of it in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm today's voting went on fine. people kept on submitting new entries that were just pictures of themselves (omg celaka babi kanasai machaohai pukitiang niamatoot goddamnit can't they at least compete PROPERLY?). well, being the desperate bitch i am, i respammed peoples' inboxes with more desperate pleas for help. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY PICTURE'S ON THE SECOND PAGE NOW! @#$@#$@#%!4%@#%@$#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffry was a huge huge huge huge huge help. (thank you so so so so much for voting and promoting and everything else omg i can't thank you enough.) he even submitted an entry of his own haahahaha damn funny lah him and his guitar! go throw some votes his way just because :) Vic too helped me vote - he says he's going to spam a hundred votes tomorrow omg paiseh betul. I LOVE YOU GUYS LAH ;~;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the rest of you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL FOR HELPING ME. I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH. I MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really really appreciate it omg i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, i shall end this Cina-ish post with the obligatory blinking graphic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/WINNIE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2808471297966523636?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2808471297966523636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2808471297966523636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2808471297966523636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2808471297966523636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/incessant-rambling-at-337-in-morning.html' title='incessant rambling at 3.37 in the morning'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/th_WINNIE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5212244833981125350</id><published>2008-07-03T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:58:11.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoucement'/><title type='text'>Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote vote vote!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/WINNIE.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm heartbroken :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5212244833981125350?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5212244833981125350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5212244833981125350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5212244833981125350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5212244833981125350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothings-going-to-stop-me-but-divine.html' title='Nothing&apos;s going to stop me but divine intervention'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/th_WINNIE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8334895424811902636</id><published>2008-07-03T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:56:53.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoucement'/><title type='text'>Day two.</title><content type='html'>and already, i have competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/winnieloo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK CLICK CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggers please help me post this picture up as a link on your blog - beep me for the HTML code!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry yeah, Geoff (see, i didn't use tranny pelican :D) - your introduction post comes second. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8334895424811902636?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8334895424811902636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8334895424811902636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8334895424811902636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8334895424811902636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-two.html' title='Day two.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/SIGNATURES/th_winnieloo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5531224039307252303</id><published>2008-07-01T21:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:04:39.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shameless camwhoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>help me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE HELP VOTE FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest's really important to me, so i really appreciate your help. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Go to &lt;a href="http://www.gentingmtvasia.com/"&gt;http://www.gentingmtvasia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Scroll to the bottom of the page and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sign up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can enter a random ic number if you're lazy&lt;br /&gt;- if you're not asian, just enter a random country&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;for the 'Reccomend A Friend' part just enter some random emails like skhfgsk@hotmail.com (they won't check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Log in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Scroll to the bottom of the page, click 'Start Voting Now' (it's in bright yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Click the 'Picture' category (it's also in bright yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) CLICK &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PAGE FOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AND THEN SCROLL DOWN BECAUSE THE PICTURE'S NOW ON THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FOURTH PAGE :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/DSC06128d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Vote for it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;10 times&lt;/span&gt; because you can vote for it 10 times per person! :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YES IM SORRY, BUT YOU HAVE TO KEEP CLICKING PAGE 4 EACH TIME YOU VOTE TO VOTE SOME MORE, BUT PLEASE BEAR WITH ME JUST THIS ONCE :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Tell all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR VOTING. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i am desperate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 411px; height: 548px;" src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/ryrome.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 609px;" src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/GFH.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5531224039307252303?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5531224039307252303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5531224039307252303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5531224039307252303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5531224039307252303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/help-me-out.html' title='help me out'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_ryrome.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1944281183466174170</id><published>2008-07-01T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:43:04.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictionary'/><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC05988copy.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC05983.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/DSC05989.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baby the superstar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1944281183466174170?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1944281183466174170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1944281183466174170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1944281183466174170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1944281183466174170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/candy.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj249/wlookidicons/PHOTOGRAPHY%20GRAPHICS/th_DSC05988copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8620393520458420274</id><published>2008-06-30T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:59:39.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>early morning report</title><content type='html'>2.56 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said brother who was going to 'camp out'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, he's camping out all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's currently fast asleep on the sofa, oblivious to the television and sweaty footballers running around on a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8620393520458420274?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8620393520458420274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8620393520458420274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8620393520458420274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8620393520458420274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-morning-report.html' title='early morning report'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5503813861819941033</id><published>2008-06-30T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:25:30.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Spain or Germany?</title><content type='html'>1:01 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of Malaysians surely are up, waiting up anxiously to watch the euro 2008 finals that are going on tonight, regardless of the late hour. doubtlessly, many are going to turn up late, or not turn up at all for school or work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just four hours ago, i remember my uncle making a pact with his son that if Spain won, he could skip school, and if Spain lost, it would be otherwise. it was made over plates of steaming white rice, five dishes placed smack in the middle of the table (the curry fish head was scrumptious, by the way), all of it to be washed down with several cups of bitter chinese tea, just the way the parents like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and teachers blame students for tardiness. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother plans to set up camp downstairs soon. i say, the mosquitoes are going to have fun tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never managed to catch a Portugal match this season. i refuse to watch tonight's final, just for the fact that they got eliminated early, although i am secretly hoping Spain kicks Germany's butt, because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football kind of sucks this year. :(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5503813861819941033?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5503813861819941033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5503813861819941033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5503813861819941033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5503813861819941033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/spain-or-germany.html' title='Spain or Germany?'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6639155452312192387</id><published>2008-06-27T23:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:49:42.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guavalians'/><title type='text'>drown my sorrows</title><content type='html'>i'll be hitting urbanscapes tomorrow with ficm pals - i hope i'll come back with a steal or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that goddamn mixtape necklace &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so effing bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too pooped/dizzy to type out an actual post like i used to but overall the meetup with the old gang was kind of okay, though it went on awkwardly because of the lack of things to do. though the end of the night was pretty interesting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm natch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, off to shower and then bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; bumped into the donkey at OU today. pretty glad to see him there because i miss peeps from the ficm crew ♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s:&lt;/span&gt; omg my tagboard's alive again; courtesy of the tranny pelican aka Geoffrey Yeow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/p/s: &lt;/span&gt;oh - we watched Wanted today. the plot was kind of twisted and hard to catch. i had to ask Terence at the end of the movie about a few things i couldn't understand. otherwise, i sort of liked the movie, although others thought it was pretty fake and bizarre due to the way the bullets were curving and everything. the slow motion effects kind of irked me a little, but other than that it was all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James McAvoy &amp;amp; Angelina Jolie do make a hot pair in the movie, even though Angelina spends half the movie beating James up (ha - you go, girl), and Morgan Freeman seems to always pick the most twisted movies to star in. the role he played in this movie really reminded me of his role in Lucky Number Slevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it and see for yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6639155452312192387?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6639155452312192387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6639155452312192387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6639155452312192387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/6639155452312192387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/drown-my-sorrows.html' title='drown my sorrows'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2696564199345789677</id><published>2008-06-27T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:21:22.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>fucktards</title><content type='html'>i got only 5 hours of sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the assholes TWO HOUSES away JUST HAD to start drilling and hammering shit at 8 am in the morning. THEY JUST HAD TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT NOW WHEN I'M ALREADY AWAKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY 8 AM!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO FUCKING ANGRY RIGHT NOW I CAN'T GET BACK TO SLEEP UGH UGH UGH UGHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2696564199345789677?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2696564199345789677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2696564199345789677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2696564199345789677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2696564199345789677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/fucktards.html' title='fucktards'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-2878633038331626201</id><published>2008-06-27T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:30:46.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guavalians'/><title type='text'>joy.</title><content type='html'>GOING TO SEE SOME OF THE GUAVAS TODAY! YAY OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF YOU IN FOREVER OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs self for excessive use of OMG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am deliriously happy and excited :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just twelve hours till i get to see some of my favorite people in the whole world again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WL YOU FORGETFUL NUT. THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU WASN'T WHEN WE WATCHED 'CLOVERFIELD' (WHICH WAS, ULTIMATELY, HALF A YEAR AGO) - IT WAS ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOUR BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-2878633038331626201?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2878633038331626201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=2878633038331626201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2878633038331626201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/2878633038331626201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy.html' title='joy.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8298842101038260263</id><published>2008-06-26T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:32:36.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thursday night in Chatgasm -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CYNDROME!:&lt;/span&gt; tragedy struck-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CYNDROME!: &lt;/span&gt;we're out of peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CYNDROME!:&lt;/span&gt; LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CYNDROME!:&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dies-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8298842101038260263?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8298842101038260263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8298842101038260263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8298842101038260263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8298842101038260263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-night-in-chatgasm.html' title='Thursday night in Chatgasm -'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1446386209520062113</id><published>2008-06-26T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:33:50.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>"im learning to breathe, awake and alive" - Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SGKQ7_BvJRI/AAAAAAAACk0/YYbw8cII4QE/s1600-h/langkaweh+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SGKQ7_BvJRI/AAAAAAAACk0/YYbw8cII4QE/s400/langkaweh+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215890678653854994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the darkness, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is what's to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1446386209520062113?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1446386209520062113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1446386209520062113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1446386209520062113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1446386209520062113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-learning-to-breathe-awake-and-alive.html' title='&quot;im learning to breathe, awake and alive&quot; - Switchfoot'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SGKQ7_BvJRI/AAAAAAAACk0/YYbw8cII4QE/s72-c/langkaweh+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-5440241844786666082</id><published>2008-06-25T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:02:55.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>there's no doubt in anything she does</title><content type='html'>i may have done this before as i remember certain questions but since life has changed not-so-drastically in the past six months, i'm going ahead and doing this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by &lt;a href="http://alaistar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Have you been trying to avoid something or someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have (unfortunately) been trying to avoid my current sickness; dizziness, but unfortunately i still AM dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my last visit to my family doctor eight days ago, he told me that it was just mere lack of sleep, but i have been getting sufficient sleep for the past two weeks to try cure this stupid sickness but i'm still having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, frankly, sick of seeing the world move. i want it to stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, that's a tough question. i'd like to go to several places... but right now i'd be content with somewhere exotic with a beach, like Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i'd be happy if i'd get to live in Bali all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... with an internet connection, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Whats your favourite thing to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie on the beach/in a hammock by the beach and read or just fall asleep to the sound of the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep by accident in Redang on a hammock and i woke up grumpy and sunburned, but it was amazing and i felt so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yes. depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY ME A CONCERT TICKET AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT'S HAPPINESS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream i had the other day about me having a hotel room next to Ben Romans and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to explain it all in detail again so i'll just find what i posted on the forum two days ago and post it up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;leeyay you were innit and strangely you were attracted to ethan XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at this hotel and my room was next to bromz. idk what happened then i ended up in bromz's room (he was rooming w/ kyle i think) and then i ended up crying about shit and he was comforting me and i remember him hugging me n then i 'fell asleep'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day we came across him in the hallway and then i waved at him and he ignored me and he talked to 'sum bitch' ~will tell you later~ and so i cried about him not talkin to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we followed him and kyle down outside to the tourbus where dave and a few roadies were lining up a few boxes of sweets wtf and so i grabbed one packet n started eating the dough sweets - bromz didnt want one when i offered him Frowner ethan took the whole bag from leeyee and leeyee was happy about it? and then the two of you went off dancing at sum ball while i went to the bar xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somehow leeyee was at the bar too and we were there cos bromz was inside. then he came out all drunk and we were drinking tequila shots together and i actually beat him at a shot game xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then next day he had to leave, he came up to me and apologized and he hugged me goodbye and i ended up crying again because he was gone @#%@#%@e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my dream shifted to this stupid giant stomping thru a village because of the fucktard next door and his stupid piling machine at 11 in the morning &gt;.&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if anyone can't understand this because it's peppered with too much netspeak and/or acronyms. it's just the way i talk nowadays. chatgasm ftw. (i'm sorry if you can't understand that either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.Do you believe u will survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, give me a free stay at one of the hotel(s) in Redang and give me unlimited buffet breakfast/lunch/dinner access and i CAN survive without money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life. my family, my friends... and the click five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.If you win $1million, what would u do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;migrate to Australia, blow half of it on a nice house in Melbourne, use the other half to make my own T-shirt/streetwear business to make more money :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.What is the most recent embarrasing thing you have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.When did you last hug someone? and who was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i last hugged Ben Romans..................... no wait. before i left Genting i hugged the Click Clique girls hahaha forgot who was teh last one. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.Write down 1 bad point of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm i don't know, whenever i talk to Alissa she's always nice. ;_; can't think of any bad points about her, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.What do you think you'll be doing in 10 yrs time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.... i want to be writing for a music magazine/working with MTV/working with a band... i don't know. i'll see where life brings me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.Would you date someone who's at least 10 yrs older or younger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older, definitely. &lt;strike&gt;ben romans is, after all, eight years older than i am?&lt;/strike&gt; 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.What is your ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be writing for a music magazine/to be associated with music/concerts/gigs in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, i'm out of my head, but seriously. music is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Are you craving for anything in particular right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i really really want soft Vanilla ice cream from McDonalds but mom might kill me if i order in. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, my health. i just want to be well again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. latest craze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading original boylove oneshots on livejournal. they're just so sweet and so aww-inducing and yet it always has that one tiny portion of boysmex just to make my toes tingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i am not a freak. i am not a freak. i am not a freak. i am not a freak......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.If you have a chance, which part of your character do you like to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inability to make friends. my people skills, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Superpowers, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to be able to hear what other people think and/or converse with someone through mindspeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.Do you hate being tagged??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll................................. it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the 8 people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to tag people wtf ;_; you all do if you want lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want anyone running after me accusing me of tagging them when they've got better things to blog about ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i am still dizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-5440241844786666082?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5440241844786666082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=5440241844786666082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5440241844786666082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/5440241844786666082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-no-doubt-in-anything-she-does.html' title='there&apos;s no doubt in anything she does'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1491266355212982271</id><published>2008-06-24T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:48:13.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Winnie.Update(Blog);</title><content type='html'>so - this is my NEWEST layout, and i think this one's going to stay for a pretty long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i made the header myself, and yes, i've been reusing this picture too many times for my own good, but i like it, and so there. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) yes, i am still dizzy. i do not know why, but i HAVE been getting sufficient sleep and sufficient rest (sort of) and i WILL try to stay away from this machine that is the computer, but i am, unfortunately, addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ben Romans continues to haunt my dreams. just two nights ago, he was in my dreams being a sweetie and then an asshole and then a sweetie again (because he hugged me before he left - but he LEFT). and last night i dreamt about him getting stabbed by my nonexistent Student Council 'president' named Lila who turned out to have kidnapped my brother. (and i woke up crying at six am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yeah i know. i'm not smoking anything, if you're asking. but i don't know why i keep dreaming about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to bother me, but i kind of like it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) six weeks break. WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) the US people and the Asian people on the forums are (sort of) having a fight again. goddamned selfish bitches who blame Asian people because Click didn't tour the US should seriously consider stuffing their heads down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a shit any more. blame us all you like, but inside, i know that i - we Asians - are innocent and are not to blame for ANYTHING, because blaming us is just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) my eyes are tired, so i'm kind of sort of logging off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: when my head stops spinning, is anyone up for a Lagoon trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: if anyone was wondering, the title of this blogpost is in JavaScript. (which i stole off a certain fic that i read, but isn't it cool? 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets shot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1491266355212982271?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1491266355212982271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1491266355212982271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1491266355212982271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1491266355212982271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/winnieupdateblog.html' 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in IE the alignment is shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i can't use my new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU HTML. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am up at 4.30 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7944025940437287065?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7944025940437287065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7944025940437287065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7944025940437287065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7944025940437287065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1065126351144384035</id><published>2008-06-21T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:14:20.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>exhaustion</title><content type='html'>i should really stop myself from searching/browsing through health forums at this point, even though i read that article in the Star and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point, im convinced that i have one or two of a million life-threatening conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when does this stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1065126351144384035?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1065126351144384035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1065126351144384035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1065126351144384035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1065126351144384035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/exhaustion.html' title='exhaustion'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-6110999145405353612</id><published>2008-06-19T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:28:49.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='template'/><title type='text'>New Header version 3582304580238402</title><content type='html'>woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new header and new color scheme, featuring who else but the band that i am forever obsessed with - The Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;three hours&lt;/span&gt; on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not satisfied with it at all with the cropping - especially with the colored picture - the cropping looks amateur-ish. i'm definitely not happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll do for now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, honest opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-6110999145405353612?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6110999145405353612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=6110999145405353612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>suffocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SFjNuuGUNOI/AAAAAAAACks/NHCNNoO-sU0/s1600-h/agmoralday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SFjNuuGUNOI/AAAAAAAACks/NHCNNoO-sU0/s400/agmoralday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213142771213546722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't you miss this sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8649094922805027227?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8649094922805027227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8649094922805027227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8649094922805027227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8649094922805027227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/suffocation.html' title='suffocation'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SFjNuuGUNOI/AAAAAAAACks/NHCNNoO-sU0/s72-c/agmoralday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-1569917012102764064</id><published>2008-06-17T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:57:13.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>the memoir of a hopeless Ben Romans fangirl.</title><content type='html'>"Hi - this is from us... for you," i handed the thick yellow envelope with your name scribbled on it in silver lettering to you with a shaking hand - it's not every day that i get to give something to someone like you. i even drew a chaste little heart next to your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For me? That's nice," you say nonchalantly, taking the letter, and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that you get letters like these every day from countless random fans in Asia and you're bored, but a part of me knows that inside, you're this man that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. i'm different. we're different. but still, the other part of me - the one that doesn't take rejection - crumbles to pieces when she sees your expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn, wanting to walk away, but then i hear you gasp. "Radley?" you say, a hint of surprise in your voice. i turn back and look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've turned the envelope over to the side where i'd hastily scribbled "RADLEY I WANT A HUG" in hopes that you'd see it when you came out of the departure area, but you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww," you go, and you open your arms wide, a smile on your face - the smile that i have seen countless times when you're messing around and having fun with the boys. Ethan, especially (sorry that i had to put it in here, but seriously. you do seem happiest around him). i fall into them, numb, and you wrap your arms around my shoulders. it's only a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have your beloved striped hoodie on, and you're looking funny in a songkok, but i don't care - and i ask you with a trembling voice if i could have a photo with you, and you go "Sure" and loosely hook an arm around my shoulder. i'm so clumsy - i fumble around with the camera till i get the right setting, and you don't even laugh as you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Kay. Say cheese. One... two..." i go, and you make a face at the camera as the flash goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you!" i manage to squeak, and you respond with an "Awesome.. thanks" before you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am numb. and happy beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst the craziness, we follow the lot of you down to to the bus bay, where you climb aboard the bus and head towards the back, where you tear open the envelope and read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the others take photos of the rest of the guys, and the three idiots in Zehr t-shirts jump and scream and annoy the hell out of Joe by slapping on his window, i stand there, a statue, and watch as you slowly read the letter, nodding a little as you read the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if something comes over me, and i run over to the others, screaming "HE'S READING OUR LETTER! OH MY GOD", and we all run over to your side, happy and giddy that you're actually LOOKING at what's inside of the envelope. LOOKING AND READING what we spent two hours (it was an impromptu thing) putting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you were done, you waved the letter at us in thanks before the bus sped off. it made our night. my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Ben Romans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-1569917012102764064?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1569917012102764064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=1569917012102764064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1569917012102764064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/1569917012102764064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/memoir-of-hopeless-ben-romans-fangirl.html' title='the memoir of a hopeless Ben Romans fangirl.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-7235337242253270165</id><published>2008-06-16T07:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:48:57.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>ROAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/5124/dfgdgdge2.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-7235337242253270165?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7235337242253270165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=7235337242253270165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7235337242253270165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/7235337242253270165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/roar.html' title='ROAR'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-3034641589722550234</id><published>2008-06-15T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:54:29.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>Panic At The Disco</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff268/screwedtomatoes/kl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLY SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU. HAVE. NO. IDEA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-3034641589722550234?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3034641589722550234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=3034641589722550234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/3034641589722550234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/3034641589722550234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/panic-at-disco.html' title='Panic At The Disco'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-751657608030656528</id><published>2008-06-14T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:47:12.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>10 things you might not know about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;tagged by Lizzette :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you all might not know about me. [State 10 things]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i talk in my sleep. (boardie friends can attest to this)&lt;br /&gt;2. i teenie over Ben Romans for months after each concert - this time it'll probably last forever, because i actually met the guy.&lt;br /&gt;3. i am a huge huge huge Lord Of The Rings buff. i may not know EVERY SINGLE THING but i'm sure as hell a fan.&lt;br /&gt;4. whenever i'm wearing my contact lenses, i HAVE to put in the left one first, then only the right one, and whenever i'm taking them out, i take the right one out first.&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't deal well with change.&lt;br /&gt;6. i am very very VERY self conscious about my weight and shit, but man, it's kind of hard to care when you're in college and you're surrounded by food all the time.&lt;br /&gt;7. i write slash fanfiction (ie. boyxboy, homosexual stories)&lt;br /&gt;8. i support homosexual and bisexual people. i get mad at people who discriminate them pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;9. i say a prayer before i go to bed each night.&lt;br /&gt;10. whenever i frequent a restaurant, i always end up ordering the same thing over and over in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag;&lt;br /&gt;the person who actually read this. c'mon i want to see you fess up. i'll be blog visiting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wiggles fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my head's about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;am turning in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-751657608030656528?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/751657608030656528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=751657608030656528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/751657608030656528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/751657608030656528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='10 things you might not know about me.'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25434532.post-8749362199955127427</id><published>2008-06-13T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:00:22.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>iTunes meme</title><content type='html'>stole this from Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay back to the assignment that i'm supposed to be slogging over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/ joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many songs total:&lt;/strong&gt; 1162&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many hours or days of music:&lt;/strong&gt; 2.9 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recently played: &lt;/strong&gt;Seven Days Of Lonely - I Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most played: &lt;/strong&gt;Summertime - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most recently added:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm Gonna Find Another You - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by song title&lt;br /&gt;First song:&lt;/strong&gt; Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last song: &lt;/strong&gt;83- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by time&lt;br /&gt;Shortest song; &lt;/strong&gt;Foreword - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Longest song; &lt;/strong&gt;Whiskey Street - Ben Romans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sort by album&lt;br /&gt;First album;&lt;/strong&gt; Abdulmatic - Paula Abdul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last album; &lt;/strong&gt;**** - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First song to come up on shuffle; &lt;/strong&gt;I Won't Disagree - Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Search the following and state how many songs come up;&lt;br /&gt;death; &lt;/strong&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life; &lt;/strong&gt;43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love; &lt;/strong&gt;64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate; &lt;/strong&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you; &lt;/strong&gt;179&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex; &lt;/strong&gt;4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25434532-8749362199955127427?l=chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8749362199955127427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25434532&amp;postID=8749362199955127427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8749362199955127427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25434532/posts/default/8749362199955127427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/itunes-meme.html' title='iTunes meme'/><author><name>winnieloo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701695416288895477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_twreQSn8-mk/SCbxPQB7z4I/AAAAAAAACiA/TQ5OvBoFHkg/S220/panic06+douknowhoiam.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
