<?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-15824215</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:24:07.132+08:00</updated><category term='emotions'/><category term='finals'/><category term='300'/><category term='may 2007 senatorial elections'/><category term='movies'/><category term='rant'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='politics'/><title type='text'>My Enigamatic and Tormented Existence, Or Not!!</title><subtitle type='html'>IGNORE ME.. These are just my personal thoughts, insights, rants &amp; raves and opinions through my pathetic everyday life... in other words, my lame and boring life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2524760426810119095</id><published>2009-06-20T09:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:42:50.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Life So Far..</title><content type='html'>Ever since I can remember I have never really been good at anything. Never had a great voice for any singing contests. Never been great at making arts and crafts that my works are exhibited or posted on the bulletin. Never been good that studying that all my grades made my parents proud. Never had a hobby that stuck, be it piano, ballet, scrap booking or even sports. Just always had an interests for things but nothing more. No one thing held my "interest" long enough for it to develop into something more than that. I couldn't even make my "dream" come true. I can never really be proud of what I am today since I have not accomplished anything, but be a failure and disappointment. Maybe that's my purpose. For others to compare themselves to me and be proud of themselves. If that maybe the case, then life would wait a little bit longer before I would give in to that. For once, I would try to make something out of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2524760426810119095?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2524760426810119095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2524760426810119095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2524760426810119095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2524760426810119095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-so-far.html' title='My Life So Far..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-3362063268662806712</id><published>2009-02-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:47:42.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selfless, oh so selfless..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"I've met a man and I've fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I'm not expecting anything to come of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's enough just to love him, to be with him in my thoughts and to color this lovely city with his steps, his words, his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else I experienced here, all difficulties I had to overcome, will be as nothing compared to that memory."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Paulo Coelho, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Would everyone be a selfless as she is? I doubt it. I bet only a handful of people could even comprehend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-3362063268662806712?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/3362063268662806712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=3362063268662806712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/3362063268662806712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/3362063268662806712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2009/02/selfless-oh-so-selfless.html' title='selfless, oh so selfless..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-735426955340332722</id><published>2009-01-19T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:59:26.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can anyne else relate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Honor. Dignity. Self-respect. Although, when I think about it, I've never had any of those things. I didn't ask to be born, I've never found anyone to love me, I've always made the wrong decisions --now I'm letting life decide for me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eleven Minutes, Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-735426955340332722?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/735426955340332722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=735426955340332722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/735426955340332722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/735426955340332722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-anyne-else-relate.html' title='can anyne else relate?'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1117260282193245769</id><published>2009-01-16T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:09:39.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww.. cute..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*grabbed from sheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait&lt;br&gt;till the morning.&lt;br&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/&lt;br&gt;cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br&gt;Don’t "feel bad"&lt;br&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br&gt;It's expected.&lt;br&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;br&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br&gt;honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my&lt;br&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br&gt;"Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".&lt;br&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;br&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br&gt;on the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it ether&lt;br&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br&gt;times.&lt;br&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.&lt;br&gt;Girls repost as: written by a guy :]&lt;br&gt;Guys post as: Girls need to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1117260282193245769?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1117260282193245769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1117260282193245769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1117260282193245769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1117260282193245769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2009/01/aww-cute_16.html' title='Aww.. cute..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-8755000794271458977</id><published>2009-01-16T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:09:36.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww.. cute..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*grabbed from sheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait&lt;br&gt;till the morning.&lt;br&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/&lt;br&gt;cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br&gt;Don’t "feel bad"&lt;br&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br&gt;It's expected.&lt;br&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;br&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br&gt;honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my&lt;br&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br&gt;"Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".&lt;br&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;br&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br&gt;on the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it ether&lt;br&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of&lt;br&gt;times.&lt;br&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;br&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.&lt;br&gt;Girls repost as: written by a guy :]&lt;br&gt;Guys post as: Girls need to realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-8755000794271458977?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/8755000794271458977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=8755000794271458977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8755000794271458977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8755000794271458977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2009/01/aww-cute.html' title='Aww.. cute..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5348066662520287467</id><published>2009-01-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:45:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nonsensical survey to dilute everyday mundane life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(79, 129, 189);font-family: 'Times New Roman';font-size: 16px;line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 13px;"&gt;*grabbed from jes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[x] you love hoodies&lt;br&gt;[x] you love jeans&lt;br&gt;[x] dogs are better than cats &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I do like cats, but they're too snobbish for me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[x] its hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br&gt;[x] you've played with/against boys on a team&lt;br&gt;[ ] shopping is torture..&lt;br&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br&gt;[ ] you own an XBOX&lt;br&gt;[ ] you own a Wii&lt;br&gt;[x] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br&gt;[ ] at some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br&gt;[x] you own/owned a DS, PS2, or Sega&lt;br&gt;[x] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers&lt;br&gt;[x] you watch sports on TV&lt;br&gt;[x] gory movies are cool&lt;br&gt;[x] you go to your dad for advice &lt;br&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball hats&lt;br&gt;[ ] you used to/do collect football collector cards&lt;br&gt;[ ] baggy sweatpants are cool to wear&lt;br&gt;[ ] it's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br&gt;[x] green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors&lt;br&gt;[ ] you love to go crazy and not care what other people think&lt;br&gt;[x]sports are fun&lt;br&gt;[ ] you talk with food in your mouth..&lt;br&gt;[ ] you sleep at night with your socks on usually&lt;br&gt;[x] you have fished at least once..&lt;br&gt;TOTAL= 14&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YOUR GIRLY SIDE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[x] you love to shop&lt;br&gt;[x] you wear eyeliner&lt;br&gt;[x] you wear the color pink&lt;br&gt;[x] you go to your mom/sisters for advice&lt;br&gt;[x] cheerleading IS a sport.. &lt;br&gt;[ ] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br&gt;[x] you love going to the mall.. &lt;br&gt;[x] you love getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br&gt;[x] you love wearing jewelry&lt;br&gt;[x] you cried watching The Notebook.. &lt;br&gt;[ ] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.. &lt;br&gt;[x] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies!&lt;br&gt;[ ] you don't like the movie Star Wars&lt;br&gt;[x] you are/were in gymnastics/dance.. &lt;br&gt;[ ] it takes you around one hour to shower&lt;br&gt;[x] you smile alot more than you should&lt;br&gt;[x] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I share mine with my mom and sis, of course I have more than 10 pairs of shoes!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[x] you care about what you look like&lt;br&gt;[x] you like wearing dresses when you can.. &lt;br&gt;[x] you like wearing body spray/perfume&lt;br&gt;[x] you LOVE high heel shoes (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE them, but the more practical side of me almost always wins..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;[x] you used to play with dolls as a kid.. &lt;br&gt;[x] you like putting makeup on others..                                                                              &lt;br&gt;[x] pink is one of your favorite colors &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Usually depends on my mood..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;total: 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5348066662520287467?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-8709541036702042591</id><published>2008-12-10T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAPPED!</title><content type='html'>Trapped in this world of mine. Just a stupid and monotonous cycle of nothingness. The more that I try to get out, the more it closes in on me. It sometimes distracts me from the mundane, but when I realize what's happening its too late. It becomes irrevocable and ineradicable. Try as I might, it's still there. A big constant mass of void enveloping and there's really nothing that I can do.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-8709541036702042591?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/8709541036702042591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=8709541036702042591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8709541036702042591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8709541036702042591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/12/trapped.html' title='TRAPPED!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1132270177868418910</id><published>2008-12-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:59:37.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I act 20  years old, how old do you act?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Put an X in all that apply and then add up to see how old you act!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You own a credit card&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You've done your own laundry.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You can vote in an election.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You can cook for yourself.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You think politics is exciting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You show up for school late a lot.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You always carry a pen in your bag/purse/pocket. &lt;br&gt;    * [x] You've never gotten a detention.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You like to take walks by yourself.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You drink caffeine at least once a week.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] When you say you're going to do something you do it.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You can mow the lawn. (what lawn?)&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You study when you have to.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You have hand washed a car before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You can spell experience, without looking it up.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] The people at Starbucks know you by name.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] Your favorite kind of food is shawarma.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You can type pretty quick..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You have been to a Tupperware party.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br&gt;    * [ ] You have more bills than you can pay.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You use the internet every day.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You have been outside of the country.&lt;br&gt;    * [x] You make your own bed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(only during weekends.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;REPOST AS: I act __  years old, how old do you act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 16px;line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 16px;line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pwede na.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1132270177868418910?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1132270177868418910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1132270177868418910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1132270177868418910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1132270177868418910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-act-20-years-old-how-old-do-you-act.html' title='I act 20  years old, how old do you act?'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-7068066147945451756</id><published>2008-12-08T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:20:00.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Important Thing in Life?</title><content type='html'>Is love really the most important thing in this world? Isn't it just chemicals shooting in and out of our system? Are people the only ones that are capable of it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would it be better to have no love? Maybe. There would be no hatred, anger, jealousy and even war. Because without it there would be no conflict and bitterness. People would just live their lives without care for one another, not even in a platonic sense. Maybe the world would be better off without it. Without it everyone would be more satisfied with themselves. No emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-7068066147945451756?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/7068066147945451756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=7068066147945451756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7068066147945451756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7068066147945451756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-important-thing-in-life.html' title='The Most Important Thing in Life?'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1521160863694304960</id><published>2008-11-17T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:51:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBRA - THE PIMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century gothic';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*natuwa lang.. hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LEO - THE SEX MANIAC (7/23-8/22) Very talkative. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, Fun and SEXY. Have own unique appeal. Irresistible. Most caring person you'll ever meet! however not the kind of person you wanna mess with...they will kick your ***... u might end up crying... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TAURUS - THE BAD BOY OR GIRL (4/20-5/20) Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great at telling Stories. Best kisser. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GEMINI--HARD TO LOVE (5/21-6/21) Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser. EXTREMELY adorable. Good personalities. Loves relationships. Addictive. Loud. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CANCER - HARD TO CATCH THEIR HEART (6/22-7/22) Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being In long- term relationships, if you can actually get them to stick around. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Normally not a Fighter, but will if neccessary. Someone loves them right now, they just dont know it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LIBRA - THE PIMP (9/23-10/22) Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor. Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SCORPIO - THE VIRGIN (10/23-11/21) Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AQUARIUS - THE ONE U CAN'T TOUCH (1/20-2/18) Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to Have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Attractive. Loud. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PISCES - THE SEX ADDICT (2/19-3/20) EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Energetic. Predict future. BEST kisser. Always get what they want. Very Attractive. Easy going. RARE Find. GOOD when found. Loves being in long relationship. Talkative. Romantic. Caring. NOT one to mess with. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ARIES - THE PLAYER (3/21-4/19) Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in bed...(hahaha)Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;VIRGO - THE BEST SEXUAL PARTNER (8/23-9/22) Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. EXTREMELY SEXY. Predict future. Loves being in long relationships. Has lots of friends. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Also not a fighter, but if they have to, they will also knock the lights out of you if it comes down to it.Cool. Loves to own Geminis' in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CAPRICORN - THE SEXY ONE (12/22-1/19) Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always Wants the last word.Rare to find. Caring. Smart. Sweet. Loud. Loyal. Beautiful. Goofy. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please.Loves to smile.Beautiful laugh.Patient.Amazing in the you know where..!!! Bit of naughty.The one and only.Sincere..very cheeky.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1521160863694304960?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1521160863694304960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1521160863694304960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1521160863694304960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1521160863694304960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/11/libra-pimp.html' title='LIBRA - THE PIMP'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2527799663243008056</id><published>2008-11-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:57:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniquely Taiwan, Uniquely Group 1!!!</title><content type='html'>Since I'm reminiscing our Taiwan "Study" Tour...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*guys, if you could think of something else to add, sabihin niyo lang!! hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Group One Dictionary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candice / Jeff Style - sleeping in the clothes that you're going to wear tommorrow..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload - eating&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download - *ehem* the opposite of upload..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Moves - making moves on the girl you like&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marika Dance - no explanation, you have to see it to know it...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff and Marika Dance - same goes here..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clar and Seleena Dance - same also applies to this..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pentium 1 - slow brain function&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Lines - compress!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na-Jejeff - making comments that are not that related to the topic &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(PEACE TAYO JEFF!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeff Tendency - your two front teeth tend to show even when your not smiling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noise Canceler - White Sony Noise Canceler Earphones &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darwin Factor - getting huge discounts&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pao Mi - instant noodles that you eat because you don't like the food served or because your still hungry..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hunny Bunch - tawag ni Allan kay Hunny Bunch niya.. hahaha *guys, sasabihin ko ba kung sino??*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HB - short cut of Hunny Bunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taro - Marika&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kirsten - Marika&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue - Allan&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amoy William - you smell like you just smoked&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kinder - favorite chocolate of Group One&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M&amp;M Mint Chocolates - bought a lot of these for pasalubong &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(limited edition kasi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penguin - Popoy&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine - Kaka&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow Queen - *Darwin, do I post who or erase this?? haha*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario Brothers/Boys - Cuason, Darwin, Ceasar, Jameson&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Smash Brothers - Ceasar, Jameson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2527799663243008056?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2527799663243008056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2527799663243008056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2527799663243008056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2527799663243008056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/11/uniquely-taiwan-uniquely-group-1.html' title='Uniquely Taiwan, Uniquely Group 1!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5270752805362351964</id><published>2008-10-31T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:44:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm 69% RETARDED"- wahahaha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for hurting you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(loads of times! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you have jumped out of a moving vehicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] You have ran into a tree/bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] You have been called a blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you know that it IS possible to lick your elbow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(some people can do it to..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] You just tried to lick your elbow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you never knew that the alphabet and twinkle little star had the same tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you sang them to make sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have tripped on your own feet and fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have choke on your spit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have seen matrix and you still don’t get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you type with three fingers or less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have accidentally caught something on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] when you were supposed to drink from a straw, it went in your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have caught yourself drooling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you fell asleep during class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] sometimes you just stop thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] sometimes when you’re telling a story,you forget what you’re talking about (when someone interrupts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] people often walk away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have been told to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have used your fingers to add simple math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you accidentally ate a bug &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm not so sure.. but as far as I know, not yet.. and hopefully never will..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you are taking this test when you’re supposed to do something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you have posted bulletins because you’re scared of what might happen to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you break a lot of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you tilt your head when you’re confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you fell of your chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] when you sleep, you try to find shapes from the scratches of the ceiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] you usually say uhm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you don’t know what uhm means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you say what and huh a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[  ] you’re using a calculator to see your score in this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TOTAL: 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GRAND TOTAL:23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in;margin-right: 0in;margin-bottom: 0pt;margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, take that number and multiply it by 3 and REPOST this as "I'm __% RETARDED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5270752805362351964?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/5270752805362351964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=5270752805362351964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5270752805362351964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5270752805362351964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/10/69-retarded-wahahaha.html' title='&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m 69% RETARDED&amp;quot;- wahahaha!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-3942190242763449948</id><published>2008-10-31T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:24:42.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got this from Jane, who got it from Pinky, who got it from someone else and so on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25);line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;font-weight: normal;color: rgb(102, 153, 0);"&gt;Spontaneous Idealist (SI)&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just visiting? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com/test.html" rel="self" title="The Test" style="color: rgb(102, 153, 0);"&gt;Take the free personality test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and determine your iPersonic type!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spontaneous Idealists&lt;/strong&gt; are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;font-weight: normal;color: rgb(102, 153, 0);"&gt;Adjectives which describe your type&lt;/h2&gt;spontaneous, enthusiastic, idealistic, extroverted, theoretical, emotional, relaxed, friendly, optimistic, charming, helpful, independent, individualistic, creative, dynamic, lively, humorous, full of zest for life, imaginative, changeable, adaptable, loyal, sensitive, inspiring, sociable, communicative, erratic, curious, open, vulnerable&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;font-weight: normal;color: rgb(102, 153, 0);"&gt;These subjects could interest you&lt;/h2&gt;literature, art, music, parties, concerts, travel, dancing, eating out, joint pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW.. This makes me think if I did the right thing be transferring!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-3942190242763449948?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/3942190242763449948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=3942190242763449948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/3942190242763449948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/3942190242763449948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-this-from-jane-who-got-it-from.html' title='Got this from Jane, who got it from Pinky, who got it from someone else and so on...'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-8595347571344084160</id><published>2008-10-28T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:35:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Pegasus -wierd.. haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got this from marika.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 20px;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;font-weight: normal;font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seleena&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;03/10/1987&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/images/chara/color091.gif" width="260" height="240" style="border-top-width: 0px;border-right-width: 0px;border-bottom-width: 0px;border-left-width: 0px;border-top-style: none;border-right-style: none;border-bottom-style: none;border-left-style: none;border-color: initial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;You are Green Pegasus, who tends to give an impression of being proud and difficult person to get to know.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;But you can be really friendly and affectionate to those people you trust. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are quick minded and can act audaciously. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(umm.. not so sure about this..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a person who would follow ideals with passion. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(do I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You possess sensitivity and flashes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sensitivity yes.. but what are flashes?!?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can make calm calculation and come up with objective theory. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(huh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are also tactful negotiator. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(YEP!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can be rather strong headed, but really, you are naturally a good person and natured. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(OH SO TRUE!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can flirt to attract men to you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(WAHAHA! I WISH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are woman of both brains and beauty. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aww.. thank you..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You enjoy the process of creating things. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will concentrate hard and will put great effort while tackling it, but once finished you can easily lose interest. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You hand over your accomplishments to others, and then start creating new one again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Although you can be argumentative, you dislike complicated matters. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Therefore you tend to dispose a matter easily. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(TRUE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You dislike ordinary things, and will end up doing things that surprise people. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(OH, YES!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will not turn out an ordinary housewife. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hope so..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should stay working in an environment where you can enjoy your freedom. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I will..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your down-to-earth type of character attracts lots of men. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(uhmm..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;But because you have high ideals, you tend to lose the opportunity, and get passed the marriage age. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha ok lang sakin.. ewan ko sa ibang tao.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;font-size: 16px;font-style: italic;line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;font-size: 16px;font-style: italic;line-height: 24px;"&gt;WANA TRY IT? go to: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 13px;line-height: normal;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 13px;line-height: normal;"&gt;ttp://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;font-size: 16px;font-style: italic;line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-8595347571344084160?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/8595347571344084160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=8595347571344084160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8595347571344084160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8595347571344084160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/10/green-pegasus-wierd-haha.html' title='Green Pegasus -wierd.. haha'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2830815948497727327</id><published>2008-10-23T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:14:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Ong's Philosophy on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grabbed from may..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*may sense talaga!!*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. “Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. “Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans unicode', lucida;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. "Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakatakot mahulog...at kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2830815948497727327?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2830815948497727327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2830815948497727327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2830815948497727327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2830815948497727327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/10/bob-ong-philosophy-on-love.html' title='Bob Ong&amp;#39;s Philosophy on Love'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-4255864489286053537</id><published>2008-10-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:15:35.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your First Name Tells A lot About Who You Are"</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grabbed from anne who grabbed it from someone else*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;*walang magawa so kindly just let me indluge.. hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Name is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seleena&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; - You are freakin' crazy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe just a little..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - People love you the way you are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (aww...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - Awesome kisser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i wonuldn't know.. you can't really kiss yourself..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - People love you the way you are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; - People love you the way you are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(am I really that lovable??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; - Easy to fall in love with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(talaga lang ah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);font-family: 'trebuchet ms';font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Best Gf/Bf any one could have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again, i won't know.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Delete the other persons first name and repost this with the title "Your First Name Tells A lot About Who You Are". No nick names!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A: Best Gf/Bf any one could have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B: You love a certain someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C: People cant help but check u out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D: You are really lovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E: People love the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F: Easy to fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G: You never let people tell you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H: You have a very good personality and good looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I: People love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J: People Adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K: You're wild and crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L: Awesome kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M: Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N: Easy to fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O: Best kisser ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P: You are popular with all types of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: You are a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R: You love to kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S: You are freakin' crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T: You are loyal to the ones you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U: You've really like to chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;V: your not judgmental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W: You are popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;X: You never let people tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y: Sexiest bitch alive                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Z: you are really lovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-4255864489286053537?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/4255864489286053537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=4255864489286053537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4255864489286053537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4255864489286053537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-name-tells-lot-about-who-you-are.html' title='&amp;quot;Your First Name Tells A lot About Who You Are&amp;quot;'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-7797351683231546554</id><published>2008-10-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:17:47.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grabbed from yam who grabbed it from marika who grabbed it from someone else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rules:&lt;div&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;You have to write the song title down no matter how silly it sounds! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q1: If someone says, "Is this okay?" you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A:  MIss Invisible - Marie Digby &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh..kay...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q2: What would best describe your personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Paint It Golden - Colbie Caillat and Jason Reeves &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(di ata connect..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q3: What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Crazy - Alana Davis &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pwede.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q4: How do you feel today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Half-Life - Duncan Sheik&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (kinda appropriate..)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q5: What is your life's purpose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Young Girl - Gary Puckett and the Union Gap &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(young at heart .. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q6: What is your motto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Everything - Lifehouse &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(too many, maybe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q7: What do your friends think of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: People Will Say We're In Love - Margot Moser and Robert Peterson&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 12px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(... old song...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q8: What do you think of your parents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Energy - Keri Hilson &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sa Q7 na lang sana to.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q9: What do you think about very often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Tailor Made - Colbie Caillat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wow.. saucy.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q10: What do you think of your bestfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Fantaisie  Impromptu - Frederic Chopin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (..zzz..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q11: What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Just Feel Better - Santana &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nice..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q12: What is your life story?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Do You - Ne-Yo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i do wonder.. haha)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q13: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';font-size: 11px;"&gt;請在我後悔之前離開我 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';font-size: 11px;"&gt;飛輪海 [Fahrenheit] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(medyo malayo ata.. pero pwede na rin..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q14: What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Darkness - Darren Hayes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(emo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q15: What do your parents think of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I Will Remember You - Sarah MacLachlan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aww....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q16: What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';font-size: 11px;"&gt;情人節 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';font-size: 11px;"&gt;吳克群 [Kenji] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;font-size: 12px;font-style: italic;"&gt;(pwede.. kaso i prefer something ENGLISH NAMAN!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q17: What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Round and Round - Far East Movement &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(haha kakatuwa naman..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q18: What is your favorite hobby/interest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Girlfriend - 'N Sync &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i was a fan and i'm proud of it! haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q19: What is your biggest fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: World of Our Own - Westlife &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(labo naman..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q20: What is your biggest secret?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: How Deep Is Your Love - Kai &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(WOW.. i'm in love and I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q21: What will be the title when you repost this?&lt;/div&gt;A: All You Need Is Love - Lynden David Hall &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ala miss universe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-7797351683231546554?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/7797351683231546554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=7797351683231546554&amp;isPopup=true' 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12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wala lang.. katuwaan lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Level 1&lt;br&gt;(  ) smoked a cigarette &lt;br&gt;(  ) smoked a cigar&lt;br&gt;(  ) done weed&lt;br&gt;(x) drank alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Level 2&lt;br&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br&gt;( ) been fired &lt;br&gt;( )  been in a fist fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Level 3&lt;br&gt;(x) snuck out of the house&lt;br&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br&gt;(  ) been arrested - for driving violations&lt;br&gt;(  ) made out with a stranger &lt;br&gt;(  ) gone out on a blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 4&lt;br&gt;(x) had a crush on an older person &lt;br&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br&gt;( ) slept (not sex) with a co-worker (co-worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) - classmates&lt;br&gt;(x) seen someone/something die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; SO FAR: 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 5&lt;br&gt;(x) had/have a crush or liked on one of your friends.&lt;br&gt;(  ) been to Paris&lt;br&gt;(  ) been to Spain&lt;br&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br&gt;( ) thrown up from drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 6&lt;br&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br&gt;(  ) been snowboarding&lt;br&gt;(  ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br&gt;(  ) been mosh pitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 7&lt;br&gt;(  ) been in an abusive relationship - in terms of money&lt;br&gt;(x) taken pain killers &lt;br&gt;(x) love/loved someone who you can’t have &lt;br&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 13&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 8&lt;br&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br&gt;(  ) gone puddle jumping&lt;br&gt;(x) played dress ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 17&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 9&lt;br&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br&gt;(  ) gone sledging&lt;br&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game &lt;br&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 10&lt;br&gt;(x) used a fake/someone else's ID &lt;br&gt;(x) watched the sun set &lt;br&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;br&gt;(  ) killed a snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 11&lt;br&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br&gt;(x) been robbed/vandalized    &lt;br&gt;(x) robbed/vandalized someone&lt;br&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br&gt;(  ) pet a deer&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 12&lt;br&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br&gt;( ) had detention&lt;br&gt;(  ) been in a car/motorcycle/4-wheeler accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 13&lt;br&gt;(x) had/have braces &lt;br&gt;(x) eaten a whole tub of ice cream in one night&lt;br&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 14&lt;br&gt;(x) hated the way you look &lt;br&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br&gt;(  ) pole danced &lt;br&gt;(x) questioned your heart &lt;br&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 15&lt;br&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br&gt;(x) been lost &lt;br&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the world &lt;br&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br&gt;(x) felt like you were dying&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 16&lt;br&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br&gt;(x) recently colored w/crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;br&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 46&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 17&lt;br&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br&gt;(x) made prank phone calls &lt;br&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose  &lt;br&gt;(  ) kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 18&lt;br&gt;(  ) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br&gt;(  ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;br&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 51&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 19&lt;br&gt;(  ) crashed a party&lt;br&gt;(x) have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br&gt;(x) gone roller-skating/blading&lt;br&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 20&lt;br&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br&gt;(  ) jumped off a bridge &lt;br&gt;(x) screamed "you suck" in class&lt;br&gt;(  ) swam with dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 22&lt;br&gt;(x) got your tongue stuck to a freezer/ice cube&lt;br&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex’s clothes &lt;br&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 23&lt;br&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br&gt;(x) done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;br&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 53&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 24&lt;br&gt;(  ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br&gt;(x) had been in a tree house &lt;br&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;SO FAR: 56&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 25&lt;br&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br&gt;(  ) have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes throughout your life&lt;br&gt;(  ) gone streaking&lt;br&gt;(  ) gone to jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR:  57&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 26&lt;br&gt;(x) played chicken&lt;br&gt;( ) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger &lt;br&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 60&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Level 27&lt;br&gt;(x) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br&gt;(x) almost drowned in a pool&lt;br&gt;(x) caught a butterfly &lt;br&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 65&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 28&lt;br&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br&gt;(x) cheated on a test &lt;br&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br&gt;(x) slept naked &lt;br&gt;(x) French braided someone’s hair &lt;br&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br&gt;( ) been kicked out of your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 71&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 30&lt;br&gt;(x) rode on a roller coaster&lt;br&gt;(x) went scuba-diving/snorkeling&lt;br&gt;(x) had a cavity&lt;br&gt;(x) Black-mailed someone &lt;br&gt;(x) been black mailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO FAR: 76&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Level 31&lt;br&gt;(x) been used &lt;br&gt;(x) fell going up the stairs&lt;br&gt;(  ) licked a cat&lt;br&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;br&gt;(x) licked someone &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TOTAL: 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-424501001609778794?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/424501001609778794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=424501001609778794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/424501001609778794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/424501001609778794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-kid-does-80-things.html' title='stupid kid does 80 things!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-4242974357361622763</id><published>2008-09-19T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:29:31.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>Does being successful mean that you have graduate from a four year college course? Does it mean that you have a job after graduating from that four year course? Does it constitute as having a family and children when you reach a certain age? Does it need to be so stereotypical? Most people do it. Hang their diploma on office walls. Put the pictures of their beloved children on their desks/ mantel pieces. Invite people to their new homes for a house blessing. When they get older, they still have their children's picture displayed, only now they add the pictures of their grandchildren. Still have their diplomas on the walls, collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those people, decent people, who didn't follow the stereotype of success? Does it make them any less of a person? Does it make them more pitiful? Ignorant? Unhappy? Maybe, maybe not. The worst of it is that people tend to look down on them, as if they're not worthy. Worthy of what? Who are you to judge a person? You never know what kind of person they are. They might know more about life. They might be even happier than most people are with their lives. More content. So why is it that people stereotype them as unsuccessful and bums?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-4242974357361622763?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/4242974357361622763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=4242974357361622763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4242974357361622763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4242974357361622763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/09/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1291212987266933841</id><published>2008-07-01T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:05:37.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no lying quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY NO LYING QUIZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. last cigarette? Have never smoked and never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. last beverage: 7Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last phone call? : sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last text message received and sent? Darwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. last CD played: compilation of songs from Taiwan Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: last BUBBLE bath: bubble? How and when will I have time to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: last time you cried : hmm... about last week??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. last meal: Ruffles, if that accounts for a meal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN have you’s:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever dated someone twice?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever kissed someone &amp; regreted it?: can be the one receiving the kiss count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever fallen in love?: yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever lost someone?: obviously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever slept until 2pm?: once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever been drunk and thrown up? nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX things you did in the past three days:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. scheme of a brilliant plan, which I ,of course, can't divulge at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. chat with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. watched tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List FIVE people you can tell pretty much anything to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: barkada in highschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Taiwan friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: my uncle.. you know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;list THREE favorite colors —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;list FOUR things you want to do before you die -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: travel the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: skydiving.. even though I probably won't have the guts to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: dive into the ocean.. ditto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This month have you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried: not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went behind your parents back? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your last kiss? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gay Marriage? depends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lowering the drinking age? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Straight, Gay, or Bi? don't really care.. we're all people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who are the best huggers that you know? MY GRANDMA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in love at first sight? not till it happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is there something you want to tell someone? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What brand of shirt are you wearing? mango.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends? beso beso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your current annoyance? reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many kids do you want to have? 3-5 maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you want to change your name? sometimes.. but what can a I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last time you saw your father? he's in the same room with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did you do for your last birthday? i forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time did you wake up today? 8 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What were you doing at midnight last night: preparing to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name something you CANNOT wait to do: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite thing in your room? MY MAC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where is your best friend right now? ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered honestly to all these, repost as: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no lying quiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1291212987266933841?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1291212987266933841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1291212987266933841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1291212987266933841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1291212987266933841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-lying-quiz.html' title='no lying quiz'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-6875876959647675816</id><published>2008-03-24T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:18:59.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Is this what you call LOVE?</title><content type='html'>You shower me with things and  I do appreciate it, who doesn't like the latest technology and trends in their hands? But do you really know what I want? You say you know me, but you don't show it. You say you'll always protect me, but why do you always hurt me? You say you want what's best for me, but you don't really take me into consideration. You say you love me, but won't even accept who I am. If this is what you call love, then take it back. Take it all back, cause I don't want it! It's better just to leave me alone, so that I won't have anymore false pretenses that I'm already not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-6875876959647675816?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/6875876959647675816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=6875876959647675816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6875876959647675816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6875876959647675816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-this-what-you-call-love.html' title='Is this what you call LOVE?'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5139617217182869923</id><published>2008-02-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:32:55.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>STOP IT!</title><content type='html'>Stop it! &lt;br /&gt;Can somebody please stop it! &lt;br /&gt;Please, I'm begging you! &lt;br /&gt;Everything is happening so fast!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even see it! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can nobody help me?&lt;br /&gt;Can no one tell me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;br /&gt;How do you stop time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5139617217182869923?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/5139617217182869923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=5139617217182869923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5139617217182869923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5139617217182869923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-it.html' title='STOP IT!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-4020471808179858874</id><published>2008-01-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:45:13.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>TOTAL SHAMBLES!!!</title><content type='html'>Why do I sometimes get the feeling that my rents are being more strict now than before?!! Why is that when I'm already older that they constrain, no CHOKE me?!  Just wanting to go out with my friends is so difficult that I have to find the exact delicate moment to ask? Or is it because that I ask and not tell them I'm going out?? If so, WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!?! I really couldn't figure it out!! Before, I would just go out if I'm meeting some friends near our place and just come home later. Hmm, maybe it's because we've moved to a TOTALLY ISOLATED subdivision?? Before, whenever I wanted to go shopping I could just ask a friend living near and we would be off! Oh, how I wish I could have a car of my own!! Even if it's gonna take a hundred years or when I get married before I could experience it. Even if the car is not really mine per se but well, free for me to us anytime I want. (I'm being a brat right now, am I?) But let's face it, it would be nice to own a car. Well, aside from the check-ups, the scratches, the gasoline it wouldn't really be a burden. Except maybe when it's super old or super rundown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving, I get "itchy" or "choked up" whenever it's been more than a week that I haven't gone out (out with the family doesn't really count..). My social life is currently in shambles! No, correct that. My LIFE is in shambles! Cause even my studies have taken an affect. I don't know whether it was the move or something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-4020471808179858874?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/4020471808179858874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=4020471808179858874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4020471808179858874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4020471808179858874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2008/01/total-shambles.html' title='TOTAL SHAMBLES!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-977239889463794078</id><published>2007-12-08T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:07:57.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!?!?!???!?!?!!??!!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>WHY?! Why on earth am I here in the first place? Why do I even have a mind of my own?! Why do you keep on deciding what I should do, how I should I act and what my future would be?!!? Why not just get a robot and program it to your every liking? That'll be really fun would it! You would have the world's perfect daughter! You keep on brain washing me into doing things that I really don't like to do! You keep on criticizing me in everything I do and everything that I am!! You're always contradicting yourself! Do this, do that! How would you expect me to survive in this world without you? Oh, yeah.. I forgot, you're just so paranoid that when you grow old nobody would be with you that you don't want any of us to go! Well, congratulations! You're accomplishing that.. no, you've ACCOMPLISHED that! Right now, I'm just bidding my time. One day, when you least expect it I would just simply disappear from your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-977239889463794078?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/977239889463794078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=977239889463794078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/977239889463794078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/977239889463794078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/12/why.html' title='WHY?!?!?!???!?!?!!??!!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2305775247842588364</id><published>2007-10-15T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:21:00.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fractals</title><content type='html'>Most people would think that fractals are man-made and is so complex that you would need a computer generating program to be able to make one. What most people do not know is that fractals are infact made by mother nature itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most complicated fractals are the ones found in our environment, whether it be a bateria or the Milky Way. So save the earth, conserve and do the 3 R's, so that future generations may come to know of these wonderful art fierst hand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2305775247842588364?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2305775247842588364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2305775247842588364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2305775247842588364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2305775247842588364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/10/fractals.html' title='Fractals'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2157610817611809798</id><published>2007-06-16T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:42:46.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iran Graffiti and Urban Art Report: Icepunks Get ONLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://irangraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/05/icepunks-get-online.html#links"&gt;Iran Graffiti and Urban Art Report: Icepunks Get ONLINE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2157610817611809798?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://irangraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/05/icepunks-get-online.html#links' title='Iran Graffiti and Urban Art Report: Icepunks Get ONLINE'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2157610817611809798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2157610817611809798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2157610817611809798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2157610817611809798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/06/iran-graffiti-and-urban-art-report.html' title='Iran Graffiti and Urban Art Report: Icepunks Get ONLINE'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2742606441248885663</id><published>2007-05-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:04:40.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Not Enough</title><content type='html'>Am I not enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;Your lips keep saying I am&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Feels otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always push me away?&lt;br /&gt;And why am I so stupid&lt;br /&gt;To always keep coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around you I feel as if I always have to impress&lt;br /&gt;To follow and to listen to your every move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushing&lt;br /&gt;It'll hurt, it'll sting&lt;br /&gt;But soon I'll learn&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be out of your way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2742606441248885663?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2742606441248885663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2742606441248885663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2742606441248885663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2742606441248885663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-enough.html' title='Not Enough'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2690296060466837554</id><published>2007-05-17T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:22:45.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Family Gatherings.... SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Family gathering totally sucks. First of all, it's just a "public announcement" that your family/clan is a big and close-knit one where in truth, people don't really know each other, except maybe for those who are related in the first degree and maybe the second. It's just a sea of people where everyone is made uncomfortable one way or the other: either by asking if you've already have a special someone or just plainly poking into your private life. People seem to think that it's fun and exciting doing it just because they're related by blood or name. Family gatherings are just "fun" for the ones who orchestrated that whole event. They feel that it necessary to know everyone’s business. They feel that if they find out something bad about that person, it would make them feel superior. Family gatherings are just results of egotistical insecure people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2690296060466837554?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2690296060466837554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2690296060466837554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2690296060466837554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2690296060466837554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-gatherings-sucks.html' title='Family Gatherings.... SUCKS!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-8777850511417395325</id><published>2007-03-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:36:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPTY</title><content type='html'>Empty is how I would describe my life. People seem to pass by but they never seem to stay. Some are just there but they don't seem to see me. Everywhere I go, it's the same. I wonder is there any place where I can go? Maybe not. I'm starting to think that maybe I don't exist. Maybe I'm a lunatic in some asylum, and the people with me are just in my mind or they're my muntiple personas. Maybe I'm not really writing my blog. Maybe I'm in a coma or maybe I'm just dreaming. Dreaming an aweful nightmare, waiting for someone to wake me up. Is this reality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-8777850511417395325?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/8777850511417395325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=8777850511417395325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8777850511417395325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8777850511417395325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/03/empty.html' title='EMPTY'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5648788988249307232</id><published>2007-03-21T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:37:02.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Disappear!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want ot disappear into oblivion! It feels like evreything will still be the same even though you don't exist. Like you don't make any difference. What is the purpose of human race besides being the steward of God?! Is there nothing else we could do?! What if there was no God at all? Then what is our purpose for living?! They say that you eat to live not live to eat, but what about the Romans? They ate until they're ready to barf. They even enduce barfing just to eat more and then barf again. Is that their purpose for living? The Greeks searched for knowledge in every direction, but did they really pass on everything exactly as it was when they first discovered it? Nope, it was said that masters widheld some crutial detail from their apprentices. Is that their purpose for being alive? To serch for knowledge and let it dissapear with them? What then is ur purpose for being in this God-foresaken place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5648788988249307232?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/5648788988249307232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=5648788988249307232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5648788988249307232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5648788988249307232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/03/disappear.html' title='Disappear!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-415319082445338059</id><published>2007-03-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:59:32.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>300, A MUST-SEE MOVIE!!!</title><content type='html'>*NOTE: There are spoilers. If you havn't seen the movie yet, don't read or maybe you will. It's your choice.. Remember, SPOILERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!! It was so realistic and empowering that my eyes were watery in the end! It's felt as if you were there. Everything was in slow motion that it was as if they were dancing!! Their moves you so fluid and so graceful! There were also nude scenes and Leonidas (George Butler) and Gorgo (Lena Headey) having sex the night before Leonidas was going to battle with only 300 of his finest men, who have sons so that they would not have to worry in passing on their lineage. And of course, there were lot and lots of BRUTAL and COOL 'killings' or 'battles', specially because it was in slow motion, but not with the typical sounds where you can hear them saying "Noooooooo.." except maybe for one scene where the captain was warning his son (Tom Wisdom, who was HOT!) of a man on a hosre, who by the way cut his son's head cleanly off his shoulders! In most of the battle scenes, my eyes where like buldging either from being so amazed or so shocked by what was happening!  But what I came for was, Rodrigo Santoro (Xerxes), he was the love interest/ officemate of Laura Linney's character (Sarah). If I didn't see hims being interview on tv, I would not have guessed that it was him! Oh, and for the movie, he had to shave/ wax every hair folicle in his body! He was total hairless!! Anyway, the scenes where totally brutal, shocking and totally cool!! EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH IT!!! If you liked Lord of the Rings, you love this movie!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-415319082445338059?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://300themovie.warnerbros.com/' title='300, A MUST-SEE MOVIE!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/415319082445338059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=415319082445338059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/415319082445338059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/415319082445338059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-must-see-movie.html' title='300, A MUST-SEE MOVIE!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-4036280152024512962</id><published>2007-03-16T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:40:13.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><title type='text'>Killing Us Softly..</title><content type='html'>WHY?! WHY?! Why kill us aso slowly?? All through these 2 years of college life has been more stressing than all the years that I've endured in Saint Jude!! I thought that life would be easier even for a bit, but it seems that Fine Arts is more stressing than anything that I've encountered! Yes, there are some perks like you get to have fun while doing your work. The problem is not whether your enjoying it or not, it if you get to pass on the very little time that your professors alot to do your work. I know that it would prepare us for the demands of the real world, but the problem is that in the real world you do not have more than 3 subjects/projects vying for your time. If you do have more than 3 projects to contend with, you can either ask people to help you or hire people to help you. You cannot possibly do that and not feel guilty. Besides, it's more fun doing it yourself and proudly say, "I did this." or "That's my concept." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always one professor that makes your world hell!! For us Interior Design students, it's the one the only Professor ******. Not only does he/ she makes you do extra work, he/she expects you to make his/her subject the most important one!! He/she also expects you to understand him/her even though he/she contradicts his/herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a student to do?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-4036280152024512962?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/4036280152024512962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=4036280152024512962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4036280152024512962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4036280152024512962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/03/killing-us-softly.html' title='Killing Us Softly..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1693224572829367006</id><published>2007-03-15T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:56:16.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 2007 senatorial elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>So Damn Good Reasons...</title><content type='html'>It pains me to see our people to be so helpless, and so damned blind not to see all the scams that are behind these politicians. Don't get me wrong, I know that not all politicians are puppets or selfish ungratifying fools. But, come on! You could count it with the fingers of both your hands!! Is there really no hope for us to have good people for our politicians?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1693224572829367006?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1693224572829367006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1693224572829367006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1693224572829367006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1693224572829367006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-damn-good-reasons.html' title='So Damn Good Reasons...'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-7774240563355609140</id><published>2007-03-15T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:40:07.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 2007 senatorial elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Reasons for Leaving the Philippines..</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: This post is just a copy of an email sent to the blogger. The blogger has no whatsoever connection with the author of the letter and is not claiming any rights to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass it on....only if you share this guy's frustrations.  but on a&lt;br /&gt;second thought, what good does it do if we don't do something else&lt;br /&gt;more...maybe, we should form our own "political alliance"....he! he!&lt;br /&gt;he!.......just a whimsical thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fellow Filipino,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to all of you! Before I begin my letter... just a&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer, for people who know me they know that I love the&lt;br /&gt;Philippines very much and I am not really one who rants and&lt;br /&gt;complaints to high heavens about what is happening to our country and&lt;br /&gt;does nothing about it, in fact, I feel that at my relatively young&lt;br /&gt;age of 27, I have done much service to the Philippines by setting up&lt;br /&gt;Pathways to Higher Education which has sent more than 500 poor but&lt;br /&gt;deserving students to college and AHON Foundation which has already&lt;br /&gt;built two public elementary school libraries that have benefitted&lt;br /&gt;more than 3,500 students. Yet, after seeing how events in our nation&lt;br /&gt;have transpired the past few weeks and talking with some friends, I&lt;br /&gt;feel the urge to share with you my own thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, we saw the completion of two major political&lt;br /&gt;alliances for this coming Senate Elections that has just began here&lt;br /&gt;in the Philippines . Now we have two political forces with familiar&lt;br /&gt;faces nonetheless on opposite sides of the fences. On one end, you&lt;br /&gt;have Tito Sotto and Tessie Aquino-Oreta who were two major stalwarts&lt;br /&gt;of the opposition and the FPJ Campaign in 2004 hobnobbing with the&lt;br /&gt;woman (Pres. GMA) whom they claimed to have cheated FPJ in the last&lt;br /&gt;Presidential Elections.On the other side of the fence, you see Manny&lt;br /&gt;Villar, the former house speaker who was actually responsible for&lt;br /&gt;impeaching Erap now part of the United Opposition who is led by no&lt;br /&gt;less than... Erap himself. Now if you don't see anything wrong with&lt;br /&gt;this picture then you must be one of the many Filipinos who have&lt;br /&gt;accepted this very sad reality that there is indeed no permanent&lt;br /&gt;ideals that our government leaders stand up for but rather they just&lt;br /&gt;go where there self-interests can best be served. It is this kind of&lt;br /&gt;politics why I no longer wonder why good people like Ramon Magsaysay&lt;br /&gt;Awardee Mayor Jesse Robredo of Naga City or outstanding Bulacan&lt;br /&gt;Governor Josie Dela Cruz will find it hard or worse, never be elected&lt;br /&gt;to national positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with these in mind that I'd like to share with you what are&lt;br /&gt;events this coming May elections that will make me consider leaving&lt;br /&gt;the Philippines :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) If former COMELEC Commissioner Virgilio Garcillano of Hello Garci&lt;br /&gt;fame wins in his bid to become Congressman of Bukidnon...seeking to&lt;br /&gt;replace a good man no less in incumbent Cong. Neric Acosta... We&lt;br /&gt;would really be the laughing stock of the whole world if we allow a&lt;br /&gt;man with the reputation of Garci to be one of our so called&lt;br /&gt;"Honorable Gentlemen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) If Dancing Queen Tessie Aquino Oreta reclaims her seat at the&lt;br /&gt;Senate... I hope that all of us would still remember that dance that&lt;br /&gt;she did during the 2001 impeachment hearings after they voted to&lt;br /&gt;overrule the decision of then Chief Justice Davide... let us make&lt;br /&gt;sure that people like her never make it to the Senate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) If Richard Gomez becomes a senator... what does he know about&lt;br /&gt;making laws? We already have the likes of Bong Revilla and Lito Lapid&lt;br /&gt;in the Senate and their performance or lack of it would be reason&lt;br /&gt;enough not to elect another actor who has no prior experience in&lt;br /&gt;government to the distinguished halls of the Senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) If Gringo Honasan wins again.... have we not learned our lesson?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that just because someone is charismatic then we&lt;br /&gt;will just elect him to become one of our senators despite the fact&lt;br /&gt;that he has time and again caused so much instability in our&lt;br /&gt;country... if we want a military junta similar to that of Thailand&lt;br /&gt;... then lets all vote for this guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) If Manny Pacquiao becomes Congressman of General Santos City...&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves Manny the Boxing Champ but Manny the Lawmaker? Lets&lt;br /&gt;be realistic here, Manny is our Hero alright but I think it takes&lt;br /&gt;more than just great boxing skills and a desire to serve to be able&lt;br /&gt;to make appropriate laws that would help uplift the lives of the many&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos who live in Poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) If Lito Lapid wins for Mayor of Makati City... I don't like Jojo&lt;br /&gt;Binay as well but Lito Lapid as city mayor of the country's finance&lt;br /&gt;and business center?!?! And do you really think he is from Makati and&lt;br /&gt;has good plans for the city? The Arroyos asking someone like him to&lt;br /&gt;run just goes to show you how much love and concern this government&lt;br /&gt;has for our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) If Chavit Singson becomes a Senator, Illegal Gambling = Chavit...&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if all of these 7 things happen during this coming elections then&lt;br /&gt;don't be surprised if I decide to leave this country that I love&lt;br /&gt;dearly. Like I said during the first part of my letter, I feel that I&lt;br /&gt;have done much for this country but I think its time that Filipinos&lt;br /&gt;become more vigilant and critical in selecting our leaders for the&lt;br /&gt;sake of our future and the generations that will go beyond us. So I&lt;br /&gt;appeal to every Filipino who asks what can I actually do for my&lt;br /&gt;country... Choose and vote for the right people this coming&lt;br /&gt;elections, huwag na tayong magpaloko sa mga kandidatong maganda lang&lt;br /&gt;ang jingle o gwapo lang sa mga poster. Let us choose leaders who have&lt;br /&gt;a good track record for service and who are genuinely committed&lt;br /&gt;towards serving our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manindigan naman tayong lahat para sa ating Kinabukasan at para sa&lt;br /&gt;Kapakanan ng ating Bayan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your time in reading this letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-7774240563355609140?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/7774240563355609140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=7774240563355609140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7774240563355609140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7774240563355609140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/03/reasons-for-leaving-philippines.html' title='Reasons for Leaving the Philippines..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2584300317160504036</id><published>2007-02-27T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:00:48.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Help Me Out of This Unending Purgatory!</title><content type='html'>It feels as if I'm in a stand-still that could not be fixed! I feel like I'm in a spiral loop going downwards. I've tired doing everything that I can to change it, but it keeps on coming back and getting worse! I just don't know what to do anymore! It feels like life has lost its meaning. Like there's something crutial that's missing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, it feels like there is nothing to wake up for. There is this feeling that makes me want to disappear out of exsistence and never come back. I feel so helpless! Help me! Anybody?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2584300317160504036?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2584300317160504036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2584300317160504036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2584300317160504036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2584300317160504036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2007/02/help-me-out-of-this-unending-purgatory.html' title='Help Me Out of This Unending Purgatory!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-8262598255723094532</id><published>2006-12-17T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:29:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Break For Us</title><content type='html'>It's 3:20AM already and I'm still nowhere near done with my assignments!! I know it should be this grueling but for crying out loud, what ever happened to breaks?! In one of my subjects, we have an assignment to get carpet swatches and research on the current prices and the suppliers or sources. WHAT?! Are there any stores that are open during Christmas break?! If so, please inform me now, so that I could contact them and get my assignment done! Most of the 'BIG' companies that are the usually easier to find than the smaller retail or wholesale stores are sometimes closed from early december until after the Three Kings! And where would I find the time to go out every freakin day and search for the needed materials! Don't we even get a few weeks break from all the hassle and tussle of school work?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-8262598255723094532?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/8262598255723094532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=8262598255723094532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8262598255723094532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/8262598255723094532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-break-for-us.html' title='No Break For Us'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-7535454493343734849</id><published>2006-12-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:55:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Away From English.. Just This Once...</title><content type='html'>GOSH!!! Gigil na gigil na ako!!! GRRRR!!!! Plus, may hang over pa ako sa judo hanggang ngayon!!! GUSTO KO NG SUMIGAW!!!! Kaya lang mamaya mataranta ang mga tao dito sa bahay eh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginugutom pa ako!!! Hay naku!! Kakairita talaga!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araouch! My stomach is really aching!! Tapos balak ko pang hindi matulog!! WAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-7535454493343734849?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/7535454493343734849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=7535454493343734849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7535454493343734849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7535454493343734849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/breaking-away-from-english-just-this.html' title='Breaking Away From English.. Just This Once...'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-3116941933371338846</id><published>2006-12-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:25:29.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL ME PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>Kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me swiftly&lt;br /&gt;Let me bleed quickly&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to fight&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to waste your time&lt;br /&gt;Let me be done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Kill me swiftly&lt;br /&gt;Let me die immediately&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to live, not for your sake&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to live, to be your slave&lt;br /&gt;Let me be gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-3116941933371338846?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/3116941933371338846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=3116941933371338846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/3116941933371338846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/3116941933371338846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/kill-me-please.html' title='KILL ME PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5525223569524937279</id><published>2006-12-13T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:35:24.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judo Intrams!!! *HAjiME!*</title><content type='html'>It was quite brutal! I'm not exagerating. Or maybe just a little bit. It lasted a full 15 hours!! No joke. It started at 7:00am and ended with the awarding at 10:00pm. Everybody was sweating since the gym is not fully ventilated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first fight, I almost got defaulted! My opponent \ was with a highschool student. I could see that she was unexperienced as I was. She was unsure of whether she would go for me or avoid me. So, I decided to lunge for her. We virtaully turned around. When I finally got my hands in the right place, I tried to pull her to the ground She would budge! I felt that she was heavier than a sack of rice! I kept on pulling her but she just wouldn't budge and she kept on moving away from me. In the end, I fell on the ground and I couldn't really remember how I fell. I just fell and fell the wrong way! My head smacked unto the mat! I really hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second fight was with an AB student. Our fight was #100 on the second mat, b ut I was told to prepare by our coach when it was only the #84 match. At first I was just so calm, but by the #89 match I was starting to get nervous. I didn't want to get defaulted so kept on straining my ear so that I wouldn't miss my cue. By the time the 99th match was done, I was already walking towards the judge's panel to get my red sash. When I got there, I was told to go to my place on the mat. After a about a minute, one of the judges told me to go near them. When I got there, I was told that there would be a five minute break. The break felt more like an hour!! When the fight begun, I was quite expecting that my opponent was just as heavy or maybe heavier than my previous opponent. When we got a hold of each other, she kept on trying to 'osoto' me, so I kept on pulling my feet away from her. But in the end, she hooked my feet so that I couldn't get away from her!! Next thing I know I was falling. When I fell, I felt a ton fell on my chest!! While I got out of the mat, I had a hard time breathing. Luckily, one of the sports coordinator went to me and asked if I was alright, cause he heard a loud thud when I fell. He gave my water to drink so I drank it even though I had no idea who's mouth had been there since he was a sports coordinator and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost two rounds. I was more fortunate than my other team mates who lost, cause there were only three of us in that weight group so I got a bronze medal which I really think I don't deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, there was a lot of crying, laughing, joking around and of course, picture taking!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5525223569524937279?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/5525223569524937279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=5525223569524937279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5525223569524937279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5525223569524937279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/judo-intrams-hagime.html' title='Judo Intrams!!! *HAjiME!*'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-6094592559064711957</id><published>2006-12-09T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:51:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITED!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, a friend of mine is having a birthday tomorrow. Some of our other friends and me bought her a guitar that she has been CRAVING since FOREVER!! Though she only knows how to play "Happy Birthday to You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've decided to surprise her about it!! The funny thing is I'm not the one recieving the gift and I'm excited!!! I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve!! Waiting for the exciting part of the next day and quite restless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SOOO EXCITED!!!!!! BWHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-6094592559064711957?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/6094592559064711957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=6094592559064711957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6094592559064711957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6094592559064711957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/excited.html' title='EXCITED!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2219690462597855316</id><published>2006-12-07T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:53:41.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking</title><content type='html'>The world is closing in&lt;br /&gt;Conscious of your breath&lt;br /&gt;Fangs piercing my neck&lt;br /&gt;I try to breathe&lt;br /&gt;You bite on&lt;br /&gt;Harder, deeper&lt;br /&gt;Choking me&lt;br /&gt;Draining every fiber within&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a lifeless form&lt;br /&gt;To do your every bidding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2219690462597855316?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2219690462597855316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2219690462597855316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2219690462597855316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2219690462597855316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/choking.html' title='Choking'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-6489441651483093393</id><published>2006-12-06T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:27:32.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday by Nina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Someday you’re gonna realize &lt;br&gt; One day you’ll see this though my eyes &lt;br&gt; By then I won’t even be there &lt;br&gt; I’ll be happy somewhere &lt;br&gt; Even if I cared &lt;br&gt; I know you don’t really see my worth &lt;br&gt; You think you’re the last guy on earth &lt;br&gt; Well I’ve got news for you &lt;br&gt; I know I’m not that strong &lt;br&gt; But it won’t take long&lt;br&gt; Won’t take long &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someday someone’s gonna love me &lt;br&gt; The way I wanted you to need me &lt;br&gt; Someday someone’s gonna take your place &lt;br&gt; One day I’ll forget about you &lt;br&gt; You’ll see I won’t even miss you &lt;br&gt; Someday someday &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I know you can tell &lt;br&gt; I’m down and I’m not doing well &lt;br&gt; But one day these tears they will all run dry &lt;br&gt; I won’t have to cry, sweet goodbye &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause someday someone’s gonna love me&lt;br&gt; The way I wanted you to need me &lt;br&gt; Someday someone’s gonna take your place &lt;br&gt; Ooh, one day I’ll forget about you &lt;br&gt; You’ll see I won’t even miss you &lt;br&gt; Someday I know someone’s gonna be there&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someday someone’s gonna love me &lt;br&gt; The way I wanted you to need me &lt;br&gt; Someday someone’s gonna take your place &lt;br&gt; One day I’ll forget about you &lt;br&gt; You’ll see I won’t even miss you &lt;br&gt; Someday someday &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-6489441651483093393?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/6489441651483093393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=6489441651483093393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6489441651483093393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6489441651483093393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/someday-by-nina.html' title='Someday by Nina'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-7917934718508702650</id><published>2006-12-04T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:27:19.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRACES BEGONE!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY BRACES OUT TODAY!!!!! I'm so estatic!!!! I kept on smiling while walking home, I must have looked like a loon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when the dentist took them out I felt like I got all my teeth out!! I felt like an old person! But right now, I'm adjusting. IT FEELS SO GOOD!!! MY TEETH ARE FREE AT LAST!!! WOOHOOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-7917934718508702650?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/7917934718508702650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=7917934718508702650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7917934718508702650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/7917934718508702650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/braces-begone.html' title='BRACES BEGONE!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5001362075430742093</id><published>2006-12-03T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:14:34.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jTrMSfVGbUM' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jTrMSfVGbUM'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5001362075430742093?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/5001362075430742093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=5001362075430742093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5001362075430742093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5001362075430742093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/hollowman.html' title='Hollowman'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1231934563632158611</id><published>2006-12-03T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:08:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerome Murat - COOL AS ICE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/If6gUDsEbkA' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/If6gUDsEbkA'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1231934563632158611?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1231934563632158611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1231934563632158611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1231934563632158611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1231934563632158611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/12/jerome-murat-cool-as-ice_03.html' title='Jerome Murat - COOL AS ICE!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-6706937048597544557</id><published>2006-11-30T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:38:04.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born In The Wrong Century</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think that I may have been born into the wrong century. Yeah, like most teens I do grab all the technology that I could get my hands on; I love the conviniences that we currently have; I love alternative rock, pop, etc.. But sometimes I wonder how it would have been when there were limited or no technology; science was mostly absurd and people were so closeminded that they think your crazy for even thinking otherwise of what they think is right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that people in our century are jaded. Even people of the early twentieth century wasn't as close to jaded as we are! They enjoyed the simplicity of everything, though not all of them but most of them did. Maybe because people are being more and more reliant on technology. Even I couldn't survive if there wasn't at least any electricity! Although people in this century are more daring and more acceptive of things that were once thought of as impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was all the authors of romantic fiction authors out there, but sometimes I would imagine that I'm in a ball or somewhere in Europe or early America (cause that's where the usual settings are) and doing things that they did back then: being wide eyed for seeing a steam engine; riding horseback like it was just ordinarily done; and maybe in the arms of some striking gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think people in those times would chastise me for simply BEING ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-6706937048597544557?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/6706937048597544557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=6706937048597544557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6706937048597544557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/6706937048597544557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/born-in-wrong-century.html' title='Born In The Wrong Century'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5089093376488983646</id><published>2006-11-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:17:43.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aching Body</title><content type='html'>Before even starting training for judo, I knew that parts of my body would ache. I never knew that I would ache in parts that I never never knew that were even there!! This morning I got out of bed at about noon cause my whole body ached even in the slightest movements! Even sneezing hurts!! The only part in my body not hurting are my hands and my face!! But then again, NO PAIN NO GAIN. Just wish that the pain would lessen but the only way to do it is to keep moving those muscles! ARGH!!! Could it get any worse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-5089093376488983646?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/5089093376488983646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=5089093376488983646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5089093376488983646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/5089093376488983646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-aching-body.html' title='My Aching Body'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-4250241571279680926</id><published>2006-11-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:21:52.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capoeira VS Judo</title><content type='html'>I really want to learn capoeira. I've got the right contacts, the dojo isn't really far away from the house. Plus, there are some REALLY COOL AND AWESOME moves I could learn. The fee is just a wee bit pricey.  To my very big disappointment, my mom didn't permit me to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in judo, the dojo is situated right in school grounds. I could skip P.E. There's no fee. I could go to school earlier. After I learn it, I would know someself defence.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dad what he thought about it and said that I should do yoga instead. But, I think I heard my grandfather said that he would rather see me doing it than playing soccer! (THAT IS A BIG PLUS!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL SCORE:&lt;br /&gt;Capoeira: 6pros (I think really wanting tro learn it counts for 2 pts.) - 2cons&lt;br /&gt;Judo: 6pros  - 1con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a very close match. But Judo wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-4250241571279680926?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/4250241571279680926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=4250241571279680926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4250241571279680926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4250241571279680926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/capoeira-vs-judo.html' title='Capoeira VS Judo'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-5244528959373071946</id><published>2006-11-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:26:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bohemian Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>Is this the real life-&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy-&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide-&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality-&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see-&lt;br /&gt;Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-&lt;br /&gt;Because Im easy come,easy go,&lt;br /&gt;A little high,little low,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama,just killed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head,&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,&lt;br /&gt;Mama,life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo,&lt;br /&gt;Didnt mean to make you cry-&lt;br /&gt;If Im not back again this time tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late,my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine-&lt;br /&gt;Bodys aching all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-&lt;br /&gt;Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-&lt;br /&gt;Galileo,galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo galileo&lt;br /&gt;Galileo figaro-magnifico-&lt;br /&gt;But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-&lt;br /&gt;Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity-&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go-let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go let me go&lt;br /&gt;No,no,no,no,no,no,no-&lt;br /&gt;Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die-&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows....&lt;div 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Rhapsody'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-2417888120120107726</id><published>2006-11-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:23:50.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel To Be Kind</title><content type='html'>Oh, I can't take another heartache &lt;br /&gt;Though you say you're my friend &lt;br /&gt;I'm at my wits end &lt;br /&gt;You say your love is bonafide &lt;br /&gt;But that don't coincide &lt;br /&gt;With the things that you do &lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to be nice &lt;br /&gt;You say you gotta be &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, in the right measure &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, means that I love you &lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do my best to understand dear &lt;br /&gt;But you still mystify, and I wanna know why &lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up off the ground &lt;br /&gt;To have you knock me back down &lt;br /&gt;Again and again &lt;br /&gt;And when I ask you to explain &lt;br /&gt;You say you gotta be &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, in the right measure &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, means that I love you &lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do my best to understand dear &lt;br /&gt;But you still mystify, and I wanna know why &lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up off the ground &lt;br /&gt;To have you knock me back down &lt;br /&gt;Again and again &lt;br /&gt;And when I ask you to explain &lt;br /&gt;You say you gotta be &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, in the right measure &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, means that I love you &lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, in the right measure &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign &lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, means that I love you &lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-2417888120120107726?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/2417888120120107726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=2417888120120107726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2417888120120107726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/2417888120120107726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/cruel-to-be-kind.html' title='Cruel To Be Kind'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-4501989952385492968</id><published>2006-11-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:03:14.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You To Want Me</title><content type='html'>I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to need me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you to love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin you to beg me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to need me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you to love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to need me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you to love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin you to beg me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;Feelin all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to need me.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you to love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beggin you to beg me.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to want me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-4501989952385492968?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/4501989952385492968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=4501989952385492968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4501989952385492968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/4501989952385492968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-you-to-want-me.html' title='I Want You To Want Me'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-1256031178312949546</id><published>2006-11-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:53:56.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CFAD COLLEGE NIGHT!!</title><content type='html'>Last night was our college night/concert. At first, I really didn't feel like attending but then I figured that i'll just watch until five-thirty, six maybe.. But then, I found out that The Bloomfields were playing!! I thought to hell with it!! I MUST SEE THEM PLAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got on stage, I was estatic and wanted to shout at the top of my lungs!! The only problem is that, I have a cold and a cough at the same time so my throat is scratchy and nothing really comes out of it. All I could do is open my mouth, but nothing really comes out of it! It was kind of imbarassing especially when I was the only one to "shout". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my excitement, it turns out they're going to release thier debut album NEXT YEAR!!! WOOHOOO!! Their VERY FIRST ALBUM, AT LAST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-1256031178312949546?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/1256031178312949546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=1256031178312949546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1256031178312949546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/1256031178312949546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/cfad-college-night.html' title='CFAD COLLEGE NIGHT!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-514413995397039759</id><published>2006-11-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:40:24.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Ones</title><content type='html'>Just this Tuesday I bought new casings for both my cellphones! I've been searching for the right casings for both my phones and for months! I finally bought the casings 'cause I was so damned irritated by their conditions, scratched all over. One is transparent and the other all white. Both I've seen countless of times. Both I'm currently caing for dearly and cautiously handling so that it won't scratch. It's just now with both phones in front of me that I realized that after all my searching for the perfect ones that I've ended up choosing the ones that's been there all along. We always have what we want or need  in front of us! Most of us don't even sense that it's already there even if it dropped on our heads!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-514413995397039759?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/514413995397039759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=514413995397039759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/514413995397039759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/514413995397039759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/perfect-ones.html' title='The Perfect Ones'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-116291039273131083</id><published>2006-11-07T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Frustrated... It's Frustrating...</title><content type='html'>Maybe some of you out there have or are experiencing what I'm currently experiencing.. Being frustrated!! I just can't seem to know what to do!! Is it stress?! Maybe, but from what?! And to say the least, I've been like this since the middle of the first semester!! Can stress hold out for that long?! Maybe, maybe not.. But the thing is I've been racking my brains out for a way to feel less frustrated.. I've tried load of stuff.. Bingeing. Not really relieves stress but rather putting more pressure on it since bingeing leads to a collection of excessive fats that's installed into my genes without my permission!! I've tried watching every damned thing on tv, but to no avail. Reading several books through the night only made my feel so sleepy and so in need of the comfort of my bed, but it did put the stress on hold.. but only just for awhile.. Tried going to the store but it just made my feet tired from going back and forth. Tried to practice my driving but I was more distracted on the road and so opted not to continue with it. Tried listening to music but ended up constantly fast forwarding it to the next song. I FEEL PRETTY DAMNED TRAPPED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-116291039273131083?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/116291039273131083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=116291039273131083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/116291039273131083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/116291039273131083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-frustrated-its-frustrating.html' title='Being Frustrated... It&apos;s Frustrating...'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-116262348332379580</id><published>2006-11-04T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel tired? Tired of all the pretense? Of all the pressure? Of the feeling of emptiness where ever you might go? Where ever you might be with? I do.. It feels like I'm in an inescapable tiny box that keeps on closing in. It feels like no one is beside me. Just voices. Voices that whisper inaudible but evil words. It feels like my every move is being watched. Watched by these beings that own these voices. Whispering, mocking, pushing. Pushing until you feel like your falling through an unending black hole that sucks everything. Maybe I've already fallen into it... And maybe I'm the one at fault, I'm that one that let them in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-116262348332379580?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/116262348332379580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=116262348332379580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/116262348332379580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/116262348332379580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-116262272158281644</id><published>2006-11-04T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>Hurt is what I feel&lt;br /&gt;When you don't even try&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand&lt;br /&gt;That I don't want you to be mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt is what I feel&lt;br /&gt;When you stop me before I try&lt;br /&gt;Try to do better&lt;br /&gt;That you would be proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-116262272158281644?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/116262272158281644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=116262272158281644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/116262272158281644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/116262272158281644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115936846291309622</id><published>2006-09-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatiable</title><content type='html'>Insatiable. It is a word that best describe humankind. Everyone is insatiable, one way or the other. Some people are constantly wanting to please other people. Others just cannot get enough of food, power or money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that what they have right now is still not good enough, think that somewhere out there is something better than what they have. They go out searching for it and in the end, they just lose what they already have and find nothing. Losing something instead of gaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that if the are more successful whether in work, sports or politics; they are more powerful. But the truth is, it does not apply to everyone. For some, they do find it, not because they searched harder but because they were meant for it. People always think that the grass is greener on the other side, but it not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good example is when you're in a traffic jam and then the other lane moves a bit. You think that it's faster there, so you overtake the car next to you. When your on the other lane, you suddenly realize that the lane that you came from is now moving and think that you've made a mistake and try to go back the previous lane. The cycle goes on and on until you realize that where ever you go, it will always be the same. Over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115936846291309622?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115936846291309622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115936846291309622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115936846291309622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115936846291309622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/09/insatiable.html' title='Insatiable'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115936254624500915</id><published>2006-09-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This War of The Classes?!</title><content type='html'>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Excuse me, but we're not the first class to use this classroom. &lt;br /&gt;James: E ang dumi kasi e!&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Hindi naman nga kami yung unang gumamit ng classroom na 'to e!&lt;br /&gt;James: O, bat ka guilty?!&lt;br /&gt;Charles: *the author forgot what was said*&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Kristine: James, stop na!! Tama na!! James, tama na!!&lt;br /&gt;**Charles goes out of the room. Gene opens the door at the back.&lt;br /&gt;Gene: Kung may gusto kang sabihin, sabihin mo ng harap harapan. Hindi yung nagpaparinig ka! BASTOS KA EH!&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Kristine: Tama na!! James, tama na!!&lt;br /&gt;**Gene closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*The whole conversation may have been altered due to the lack of memory of the author who is trying her best to recall what was said in the conversation without any partial favors. Kindly contact the author for any corrections.&lt;br /&gt;*The names of the people are change due to privacy reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115936254624500915?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115936254624500915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115936254624500915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115936254624500915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115936254624500915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-this-war-of-classes.html' title='Is This War of The Classes?!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115746344853654620</id><published>2006-09-05T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I braindead?!</title><content type='html'>This past weeks I've been a walking talking zombie.. I've been misunderstanding people around me. It seems that when people speak, the words that enter my ears are scattered and sent to my brain all jumbled up! My friends keep repeating what they were saying because my brain keep on scrambling what they said. And right now, I am having a little trouble writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure wheather its because of lack of sleep or because of all the red bulls that I have drunk or whether my brain is dyingor something.. Anyways, I've wasted alot of time already, I still have things to do. Just tell me when my brain's officially dead, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- Sorry for the misspelled words.. or if I don't make sense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115746344853654620?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115746344853654620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115746344853654620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115746344853654620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115746344853654620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-i-braindead.html' title='Am I braindead?!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115590222434240466</id><published>2006-08-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh please grow up!!</title><content type='html'>Why is that some people even though they're in the middle of their life still won't grow up!! It really irritating to see these people who have no other ambition in life but to sit around and do nothing besides slack around and disturb other people! They don't take responsible for anything, even for themselves! There should be a home for these people or an institution where they can keep them or cure them! But as we all know these people won't likely change for the better unless drastic or devastating happens to them. A bigger problem is that more and more people are being affected by this "desease". It's so contageous that more and more people would just slack around and do nothing! It is impossible for others to make something drastic or devastating to each and everyone of these people just to make them change for the better. Soon the whole world will be affected by this "desease" and people just start dying because of lack of food or some other neccessity and it is all beacause of this "desease". -r-a-n-t--d-o-n-e-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115590222434240466?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115590222434240466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115590222434240466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115590222434240466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115590222434240466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-please-grow-up.html' title='Oh please grow up!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115510210534587445</id><published>2006-08-09T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BINGING!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm binging again!!! Damned this appetite of mine!! Why is it that some people could eat as may as they like and not get fat!?!?! It is really frustrating!! I still have a lot to loose just to be in the right height wieght ratio!! Some people, especially the boys/men, think that it's really 'maarte' and not right for women/girls to control their diet! But the truth is, most people in our day and age are obese or overweight! People should really think about eating healthy and not invent/produce any more 'junk foods'!! And one more big problem is that more and more food companies are making 'junk foods' even more toxic and unhealthy! They should be thinking of healthy foods instead even though not vegetarian per se. People think that eating healthy means eating 'yucky' or bland foods, but the truth is that you can add some spices and it'll taste fantastic and smell so good that even kids might be willing to try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115510210534587445?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115510210534587445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115510210534587445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115510210534587445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115510210534587445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/08/binging_09.html' title='BINGING!!!!'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115462113138342798</id><published>2006-08-03T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange weather conditions -part 2</title><content type='html'>WOW!! I watched "The Day After Tommorrow" and was pretty amazed!! It was really a wake up call! If that's really going to happen to the earth then we must all be prepared with everything from food to clothing to our homes. It means that we must be on constant alert! We must employ more mechanical and manpower to man every weather posts everywhere around the world. If this really happens then more people will populate the third world countries. Though there would be constant competition for space, all these countries (including the Philippines) would be richer!! Third world countries would be a thing of the past! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that millions and even billions of people will die if this does happen. Only less than five thousand people survived the last ice age. What difference does it make if it happens today besides technology on our side?! Do we honestly believe that human beings in those times do not have technology?! WAKE UP PEOPLE!! Humans have the capacity to think and learn for the past ten thousand years! So do we really think that we can surpass this upcoming catastrophe?! Think again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115462113138342798?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115462113138342798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115462113138342798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115462113138342798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115462113138342798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/08/strange-weather-conditions-part-2.html' title='strange weather conditions -part 2'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115461594996852218</id><published>2006-08-03T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iMac -My New Found Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2412/691/1600/gallery1imac20060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2412/691/400/gallery1imac20060109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2412/691/1600/gallery2imac20060110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2412/691/400/gallery2imac20060110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2412/691/1600/gallery4imac20060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2412/691/400/gallery4imac20060109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115461594996852218?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/imac/' title='iMac -My New Found Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115461594996852218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115461594996852218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115461594996852218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115461594996852218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/08/imac-my-new-found-love.html' title='iMac -My New Found Love'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115460894742693030</id><published>2006-08-03T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate cravings..</title><content type='html'>Just two days ago, I got a craving for chocolate again! I ask my dad to buy some for me(since I won't be paying if HE'S the one who buys.. *hihihi*) and to my surprise, he did bought some!! He asked me what I wanted but since I was craving for it sooo much I really didn't care, so I told him that any will do. When the chocolates were bought, I ate it slowly so that I could savor every last bit of it since I knew I wouldn't be eating any of it anytime soon (for those who may not know why, let's just say I'm on a hunger-strike on sweets right now..) and &lt;strong&gt;IT REALLY REALLY TASTED SOOO GOOOOD&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;*BWAHAHA!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115460894742693030?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115460894742693030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115460894742693030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115460894742693030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115460894742693030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/08/chocolate-cravings.html' title='chocolate cravings..'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115401402984398418</id><published>2006-07-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>In Paolo Coelho's book "The Zahir" there was a line asking "Are you happy?"..."I mean really really happy?" Right then and there the question stuck to my head. I've thought of it until I felt very despressed!! I was inconsolable!! Slowly I realized that I was not sure if I was happy or not. I even felt that the course that I chose was not right for me. Yes, most of the time I could not make a decision for myself but one thing I was really sure of is my course. I could not make any decision whether or not should I shift to another course but then, did it make me happy? It made my mind wonder to thoughts that I never thought that I would think of! I realized that whether or not we think that we're happy in the end we'll still think that we have something missing in our lives. Even those who think they know what they want are unsatisfied. Only a handful of people in the world are really (and I mean REALLY) happy. All I can really say about myself right now is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm satisfied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Until I find happiness that is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115401402984398418?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115401402984398418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115401402984398418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115401402984398418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115401402984398418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115375624849055771</id><published>2006-07-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no classes once again...</title><content type='html'>For the second time this week, classes have again been suspended. Hmm.. Will it continue for the whole week?! nahh... It's kinda far fetched if it reaches to that point, but one just couldn't help wonder. *snicker*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115375624849055771?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115375624849055771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115375624849055771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115375624849055771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115375624849055771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-classes-once-again.html' title='no classes once again...'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824215.post-115367527054792226</id><published>2006-07-24T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:34:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange weather conditions</title><content type='html'>Within the past few weeks, there has been two typhoons that hit the Philippines and yet even though I feel like I'm in grade school again I can't help wonder why are there more and more typhoons occurring each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a the Discovery Channel documentary within the past three weeks. It was how Greendland(as some of you might not know, Greenland is mostly made out of ice) is melting. They(the researchers/scientist) did not know how much it melted until only recently. It send that the perimeter of Greenland had already melted at about more than 6 miles already. It also said that with in the last hundred years the sea level had already risen twelve inches. They said that within the last decade more and more strong natural catastrophes has been havoking our planet. They said that these catastrophes would increase in intensity. They also said that strange weather conditions will appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my uncle who currently is in New York only last Saturday. He told me that for the first time in New York's history there was a mini hurricane right in the middle of Manhattan! And lately, there were strong winds and rains accompanied by thunder and lightning there but it approximately lasts for only thirty minutes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that makes you wonder whether or not we're in for a major catastrophe in the near future, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824215-115367527054792226?l=chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/feeds/115367527054792226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824215&amp;postID=115367527054792226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115367527054792226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824215/posts/default/115367527054792226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-enthusiast.blogspot.com/2006/07/strange-weather-conditions.html' title='strange weather conditions'/><author><name>seleena.marie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
