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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-6903779218562095664.post-2107103371523984062</id><published>2009-01-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:57:44.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey&lt;br /&gt;:):) haven't been blogging for a long long time haha. it'a a new year!! new friends, new resolutions, new environment, new new new:)hehe. the performance was good! thanks for supporting  me(mentally)squadmates!!ah! school on monday!! hope there won't be so much homework;):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-2107103371523984062?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/2107103371523984062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-6903779218562095664.post-9144454846332147474</id><published>2008-11-16T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:46:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my, i'm getting upset over the freakin smses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(give me some 'face' and JUST REPLY CAN????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-9144454846332147474?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/9144454846332147474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-6903779218562095664.post-3648808310973708164</id><published>2008-10-23T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:18:24.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;disgusting hair cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt my lesson, really, i should stop stop and STOP trusting and foolishly believing every word people say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3648808310973708164?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3648808310973708164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-6903779218562095664.post-7702233738180739919</id><published>2008-10-20T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:13:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Expression Number is 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/eleven.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be associated with idealistic concepts and spiritual issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high potentials that are somewhat difficult to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have very strong intuition and you can be a bit psychic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly inspirational, you can lead merely by your own example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an inborn inner strength and awareness that helps you advise others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have what it takes for a successful career, you belong outside the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly sensitive and temperamental, you tend to have a lot of nervous tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream a lot, so much so that you may be more of a dreamer than a doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy and reality tend to get intermingled for you, and that leads to impracticality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7702233738180739919?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7702233738180739919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7702233738180739919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7702233738180739919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7702233738180739919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-expression-number-is-11-you-tend.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6084050739182279646</id><published>2008-10-16T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:37:54.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah!&lt;br /&gt; i finally manage to get hold of 刘力杨 （我就是这样）cd:) very nice!! hahaha :) 22 more days then i'm off to china! aiyo. i wanted to go china to try the street snacks and my favourite smelly tofu!! haha but i think it's quite impossible now, so i shall just stuff myself with white rice like wong jia jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. just bring cup noodles:) will have a suitcase full of maggi mee and cup noodles.wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6084050739182279646?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6084050739182279646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6084050739182279646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6084050739182279646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6084050739182279646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-i-finally-manage-to-get-hold-of-cd.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3631649808513244534</id><published>2008-10-11T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:29:49.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah!&lt;br /&gt; NP test next friday!! work hard squadmates:):) going out tomorrow!:):) yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3631649808513244534?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3631649808513244534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3631649808513244534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3631649808513244534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3631649808513244534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-np-test-next-friday-work-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1285207519567223834</id><published>2008-10-05T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:18:14.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>insecure.?&lt;br /&gt;get rid of the demon:) take things easy and stop worrying and worrying and worrying about things that you can't control steffi. i know u take things esp friendship very seriously but you just can't force yourself to change just to make friends . it's not worth it:). so if they don't cherish you, there's still others that really care about you:) relax.  BREATH IN!!! BREATH OUT!! you're going way too fast. TAKE IT EASY:) there's bound to be problems that you can't solve alone. so.. yah. dun stress yourself up:) you still have shimin, xin yun and me:) we like the way you are now , we like your silly smile( no offence) , we like your lame jokes( although nt very funny), we like your loud laughter.( very long never hear already)  be yourself,steffi. we're behind you all the way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1285207519567223834?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1285207519567223834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1285207519567223834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1285207519567223834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1285207519567223834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/10/insecure.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7589610688739029449</id><published>2008-10-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:03:30.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah.&lt;br /&gt;my blog's dead. super dead.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that someone will bring me out for a Mochi treat. why is it that every time i want to talk to someone, no one is available. lit test on monday, i read the boring novel another time but other than that, i really don't know how to prepare for the test. ahyo, i feel so sick, i wanna do something exciting! instead of rotting at home in front of the tv. i wanna go out and play:) go shopping with shan and help her choose clothes. wahhahahaha. yes i should do that and teach her the correct way to wear and buy clothes.:) maybe should ask nicea and simin out for shopping too. wahahaha. everytime also criticise me huh! haha jking jking, i will choose clothes for them wahahaha and teach them how to buy clothes wahahahaha. zhen rules!   oh ya, how's the stress reduction method? no one replied me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7589610688739029449?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7589610688739029449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7589610688739029449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7589610688739029449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7589610688739029449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5627254479671938437</id><published>2008-09-20T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T03:21:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SNTOfQpy7LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GRPmI8OFoyM/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SNTOfQpy7LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GRPmI8OFoyM/s200/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248046502235008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey squadmates !!&lt;br /&gt;hehe i forgot the email to our blog. only remembered our password. hehe ,so decided to share this with you on my blog.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming up just 1 week. just 2 more weeks and our painful days will be over:) just hang in there:) i know everyone's stressed so i've found a solution to DE-STRESS:) it's really one good way.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ps. remember to tell me if it works for you.:)&lt;br /&gt;thank me.haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5627254479671938437?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5627254479671938437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5627254479671938437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5627254479671938437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5627254479671938437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-squadmates-hehe-i-forgot-email-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SNTOfQpy7LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GRPmI8OFoyM/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7177753047951236529</id><published>2008-08-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:48:29.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>regret..&lt;br /&gt;             i'm never going to concerts like these in the future.&lt;br /&gt; 1) too noisy&lt;br /&gt; 2) boring&lt;br /&gt; 3) too cold&lt;br /&gt;4)  uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;5) tiring to keep hiding from the camera&lt;br /&gt;6) spotlight blinds ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;7)time-consuming&lt;br /&gt;8)makes me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;9)encore part is irritating&lt;br /&gt;10) go deaf after 3hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many small steps in the indoor stadium. yesh. was making my way to the small 7-11 at the corner to buy stuff for my cousin.then unluckily tripped over one of the steps.that's it man.the''bai cah'' became a worse ''bai cah''.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7177753047951236529?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7177753047951236529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7177753047951236529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7177753047951236529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7177753047951236529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/08/regret.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1580232047262634965</id><published>2008-08-01T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:20:53.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah..&lt;br /&gt;       fail.fail.fail.science marks like sh*t!!. going out with xin yun 2morrow.np was ok today.lazy to type.haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1580232047262634965?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1580232047262634965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1580232047262634965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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rubbish..haiz..but had lots of fun after school.celebrated xin xuan's b-dae in my house...but we hang around in school to watch sum weird mass dance first...i didn't gt 2 watch it lah...was running around the whole school with nicea, finding mr teoh.THEN we went to my house...it was funny lah cause i was practically bringing out all the food in the kitchen then i scream at squadmates, ask them not to drop crumbs on the floor...oh ya! i cooked maggi mee for them too! hehe...it was fun cooking.:)...alone..evil phua and nicole eat alr never help to clear...summore nd b-dae girl help me clear...haiyo...but cannot blame phua lah...she ''bai cah''.hahaTHEN! jemie and haowen came. we finished the two packets of fries that was on the floor.the haowen n jemie still hungry so ......i cooked AGAIN!! haha..this time i cooked bacaroni! haha....fun lah. but next time, NO MORE COOKING. i missed like the whole show lah.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-676251145726076166?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/676251145726076166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=676251145726076166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/676251145726076166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/676251145726076166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-geog-and-physics-test-over-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5761950138299740617</id><published>2008-07-16T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:33:31.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WAD??!!  this is zhen zhen ??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SH2yJGAKI0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ETdrHrV51WI/s1600-h/zhen-zhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SH2yJGAKI0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ETdrHrV51WI/s200/zhen-zhen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223527012119487298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhen_Zhen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5761950138299740617?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5761950138299740617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5761950138299740617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5761950138299740617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5761950138299740617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/07/wad-this-is-zhen-zhen-httpen.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SH2yJGAKI0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ETdrHrV51WI/s72-c/zhen-zhen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5592586427455102237</id><published>2008-07-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:25:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, some pictures we took during the dry shoot thingy and the shooting competition!!:):)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SHr9GGSFmLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vwxqXT4wRKk/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SHr9GGSFmLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vwxqXT4wRKk/s200/DSC00692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222764999097030834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SHr9GGgTdUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rf5EmnHVf4Q/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SHr9GGgTdUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rf5EmnHVf4Q/s200/DSC00693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222764999156659522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5592586427455102237?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-4780904096370666624?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/4780904096370666624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=4780904096370666624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/4780904096370666624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/4780904096370666624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-968642942761033161</id><published>2008-07-05T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:20:50.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                happy b-dae kimbo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           get well soon, kimbo, shan and jia!!&lt;br /&gt;                           kimbo! cake waiting for you on tues! :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-968642942761033161?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/968642942761033161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=968642942761033161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/968642942761033161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/968642942761033161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-b-dae-kimbo-get-well-soon-kimbo.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1731992841446820046</id><published>2008-07-04T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:02:25.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kerosene:):)&lt;br /&gt;kerosene bath~&lt;br /&gt;i see them smiling back at me in the black pail:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1731992841446820046?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1731992841446820046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1731992841446820046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1731992841446820046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1731992841446820046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/07/kerosene-kerosene-bath-i-see-them.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8752179682219392418</id><published>2008-07-01T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T02:31:13.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEATSTROKE???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yesh...i was not feeling well during morning jog..but i do not haf heatstroke!! haha...just felt like  fainting on the third round.the camp's fault. during lesson, i felt feverish and bored. the camp's fault.during recess,had gastric pain.the camp's fault.haha..but was much better after recess.rachel sat beside me for malay, hist and maths.and we laughing our heads off! over silly things. i told rachel funny things bout e camp.the lamest thing we did was to list dwn the names of sec 2 squad ppl. the ones that we tink we would like to haf as girlfriends if we were boys. lame lah..haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8752179682219392418?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8752179682219392418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8752179682219392418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8752179682219392418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8752179682219392418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/07/heatstroke-yesh.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3226097175771314716</id><published>2008-06-29T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:22:45.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha..&lt;br /&gt;           really...camp wasn't that bad afterall...i survived it!! i thought it was loads better than usual school camp.haha.without all the cramps, it would be a gd experience.i only got to kayak for 30 mins!!!! but ok lah.one of the sirs was really nice.he brought me go kayak~then we were like competing against those in my group.haha.but i admit lah.without the sir's help, who knows? i might be paddling for half an hour but still stuck at the same place.haha.hmm.i tink group 6 rocks!!unlike many other groups, the boys in my group were ok,except for two or three of them.:) the boys cooked and washed the mess tins for the girls!! haha.we just had to sit dwn there n enjoy our food.the girls in my group were fun!! york mui!!! crystal!!  ming yan!!! and samantha!!&lt;br /&gt;on the second day, we dismantled the whole tent so had to sleep in the canteen.the floor was just super hard!haha.but it was really fun sleeping with ming yan and xin xuan..i was telling them the goldfish and bear bear story..haha anyway, everyone in my group was fun! except the ma'am and sirs of course! although camp quite slack but the ma'ams and sirs kept shouting at us. i love kayaking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3226097175771314716?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3226097175771314716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3226097175771314716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3226097175771314716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3226097175771314716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1284490583517525728</id><published>2008-06-18T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:46:58.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the other time i went far east with  my aunts , it was damn funny lah. Aunty A keeps buying stuff that is just nt suitable for her age and aunty B keeps nagging at her..then Aunty A decides to cut my fringe .ok..so she grabbed a scissors nearest to her( those cut paper kind) and she started snipping off my hair...she made me wrap a piece of newspaper over my face so my hair will drop on the newspaper instead of dirtying the floor..ok...n then after a while...couldn't stand the itch....those little hair keep going into my mouth...n i started fidgeting...aunty A lost control of the bad quality scissors and whoosh!! my fringe became like ah wang's fringe...wonderful!! instead of consoling me...aunty A commented that i looked disgusting, even worse than ahwang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1284490583517525728?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1284490583517525728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1284490583517525728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1284490583517525728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1284490583517525728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-time-i-went-far-east-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8799673888716794613</id><published>2008-06-11T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:56:25.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch ''what happens in vegas'' yesterday in vivo..haha...we had the whole cinema to ourselves ....n then we bought lots of tidbits from candy empire!!!:) then my mum was like...can bring into cinema or not?haha....didn't care too much...just stuff the whole lot into my bag..but didn't eat it in the cinema.....the popcorn was terrible...so hard and tasteless...ah...gt concert on 27th and 28th of june in malaysia....i wanna go!!! haiz.but gt camp on fri sat and sun...going to die in that camp...oh...on mon....the 8hr drills session was ok ..just a bit chao tah after the whole thing....n i'm starting to walk the way i march....i go chop chop chop.hahah...yes! she leaving for one year!! no more torture!!! but she's only leaving next month.....one more month to go...:( starlight dvd out alr...i want to buy it since can't go for the concert...:(...every time i tell my mum i wanna buy e dvd , she goes screaming into my ear ''what u say?? buy dvd? u a lot of money ah? still want to buy online!! so expensive u noe!!so dangerous some more!! crazy ah? use credit card! nononononononononono....''the same reaction every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8799673888716794613?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8799673888716794613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8799673888716794613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8799673888716794613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8799673888716794613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-watch-what-happens-in-vegas.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5616819761437084690</id><published>2008-06-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:03:20.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm freaking out!!! science project!! just because of the science project, i'm being super mean 2 my group members... i'm really upset over project stuff...haiz....n NP's taking up so much of my time..i can't do drills seriously....squadmates are bonding with each other.. but i'm like left out..every NP act is torture for me...with ''wx'' of course...she freaks me out...wen i tink about her, just tink of her face, my palms start sweating like crazy.... n i just realise...being popular is wad u nd to survive....no popularity, WHOOSH!!! they just ignore u...n there u are, standing down there like cowdung...ppl used to tell me.....hey, be positive leh...dun emo lah.......but i find that really difficult...being nice is really not easy at all..it takes a lot of courage, a lot of patience and a lot of giving too. it's really unfair sumtimes....well, the world's never fair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5616819761437084690?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5616819761437084690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5616819761437084690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5616819761437084690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5616819761437084690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-freaking-out-science-project-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5374429835648448915</id><published>2008-05-27T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T03:04:39.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is super horrible!!! so much homework not completed!!!! tests!!! class t-shirts!!! NE thing!!!tuition homework!!!ahhhhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5374429835648448915?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5374429835648448915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5374429835648448915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5374429835648448915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5374429835648448915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-super-horrible-so-much-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5171200509257594617</id><published>2008-05-25T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:18:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;woah...time realli flies....half of the year gone already...and it's the june hols!!! everyone's going overseas but i'm still here, rotting at home. haiz...dunno if i'm too sensitive or wad, but i find that sum of ppl really  change a lot..in terms of character. i mean like...hmm..how should i put it?? as in...i noe ppl change as they grow...but this change is far too scary..too fast...it seriously makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5171200509257594617?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5171200509257594617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5171200509257594617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5171200509257594617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5171200509257594617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-551722213609677415</id><published>2008-05-18T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T07:16:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey....finally!!! chemistry test over!!!! haiz.....china haf earthquake then 'a che' in china wif huai tian nw :(:( ..... hmm.....took sum photos the other day when simin, kimbo n me studying.....the STRESSED people...haha...bobby and kimbo..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6B1u6aiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JEYRPhf4oMI/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6B1u6aiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JEYRPhf4oMI/s200/DSC00615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201721372891048482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6BVu6ahI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HRRh7cYMUU0/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6BVu6ahI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HRRh7cYMUU0/s200/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201721364301113874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6CFu6ajI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6Mi8b9qasbE/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6CFu6ajI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6Mi8b9qasbE/s200/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201721377186015794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6CFu6akI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UBZ9DiubJ4A/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6CFu6akI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UBZ9DiubJ4A/s200/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201721377186015810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6CVu6alI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dWP10pLdyjI/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6CVu6alI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dWP10pLdyjI/s200/DSC00605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201721381480983122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-551722213609677415?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/551722213609677415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=551722213609677415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/551722213609677415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/551722213609677415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/SDA6B1u6aiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JEYRPhf4oMI/s72-c/DSC00615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-677953610328694498</id><published>2008-05-03T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:40:13.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;    very bad-tempered these few days!!!! macbeth is just on mon...n i'm getting nervous by the day..!! i can't remember my part for macbeth..there's just too much to remember !!! help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-677953610328694498?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/677953610328694498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=677953610328694498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/677953610328694498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/677953610328694498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhhh-very-bad-tempered-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3661856489529989350</id><published>2008-04-21T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:41:33.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m a weirdo...i'm obsessed with RED!! i love elmo... and clifford!the big RED dog is my boyfriend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3661856489529989350?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3661856489529989350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3661856489529989350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3661856489529989350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3661856489529989350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-m-weirdo.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-2101553716085928719</id><published>2008-04-18T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:12:26.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh..&lt;br /&gt;                today activity totally sucks!!! so scared of her.. she just keeps shouting and scolding all the time....haiz...so many many projects!!! n so  little time!! i'm really going to die lah...this week was terrible....depressing and demoralizing....monday...depressing tuition....tuesday?busy with homework n stupid tests...wed? gt tuition in e evening..nt too bad lah..but TIRING....then the last 2 days no need to say liao ....my teacher keep giving me stupid lousy marks lah...n it's like everytime!!!no matter how good it is, she'd just scribble a pathetic score on my paper....haiz..i give up...i'm nt going to put in super effort in any test or homework anymore!!! super pissed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-2101553716085928719?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/2101553716085928719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=2101553716085928719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2101553716085928719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2101553716085928719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7788743691462335580</id><published>2008-04-13T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T02:49:51.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOSH!! I HATE ..SUPER HATE PROJECTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7788743691462335580?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7788743691462335580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7788743691462335580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7788743691462335580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7788743691462335580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-gosh-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5586186292953012374</id><published>2008-04-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:15:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;      2day..veri tired lah... we spent like 5 hours waiting for sum lame parade that lasts for 45MINUTES!! like wad?? my legs all became numb even before the parade started....i though the parade lasts for 5 hours itself..haha...then on the way back, in e bus....was so so tired....just sat in that stinky chair n stone..then went macs wif rest of squadmates for dinner!! milo was terrible! then sum guy from AP went up to one of my squadmates and ask her for her number....he was so shy though...haha  my first time seeing sumting like that LIVE!! haha OHYA!! i saw my sec 3 cousin at the parade lah...she gave me the''wad the h***'' look...i didn't do anyting to piss her off, really.then went toilet wif squadmates, n guess wad, my cousin and her friend went to e toilet too and they squeezed into the same cubicle! must be avoiding me lah..:(haiz....i'm dead beat...&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:( my tuition teacher said i am fat:(&lt;br /&gt;must go on SUPER DIET man!! no more ice cream... no more chocolates...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5586186292953012374?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5586186292953012374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5586186292953012374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5586186292953012374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5586186292953012374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6827906452653344098</id><published>2008-03-25T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:36:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored bored bored of studying!!!oh no...i promised jemie that i'll lend guitar tuner..but sotong me just found out that the one i have is an electric guitar tuner for my sis guitar...ahyo..then so pai seh..yay!! next mon is  a school holiday!!!!! yay i wanna go eat sushi!! eh...actually chinese oldies are quite nice leh ..i listened 2 sum ''fei yu qing'' and ''deng li jun'' songs ...surprising quite nice ....i'm listening 2 sum weird roman tam song now..haha..i'm mad...&lt;br /&gt;oh no...2day xin yun and shi min finding me during recess again...sorri sorrii...these few wks keep going recess wif my squadmates...but dun't worry..haha i'll find one day to go wif u guys!! wait for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6827906452653344098?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6827906452653344098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6827906452653344098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6827906452653344098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6827906452653344098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/03/bored-bored-bored-of-studyingoh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5668096245324432535</id><published>2008-03-18T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:06:46.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;       A CHRISTMAS CAROL is super nice...;):)  i just found the whole christmas carol story  online!!  i like this part !! when the first ghost of the past came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stormfax.com/ornate_w.gif" align="left" /&gt;hen Scrooge awoke, it was so dark, that looking out of bed, he could scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of his chamber. He was endeavouring to pierce the darkness with his ferret eyes, when the chimes of a neighbouring church struck the four quarters. So he listened for the hour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     To his great astonishment the heavy bell went on from six to seven, and from seven to eight, and regularly up to twelve; then stopped. Twelve. It was past two when he went to bed. The clock was wrong. An icicle must have got into the works. Twelve.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He touched the spring of his repeater, to correct this most preposterous clock. Its rapid little pulse beat twelve: and stopped.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Why, it isn't possible," said Scrooge, "that I can have slept through a whole day and far into another night. It isn't possible that anything has happened to the sun, and this is twelve at noon."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The idea being an alarming one, he scrambled out of bed, and groped his way to the window. He was obliged to rub the frost off with the sleeve of his dressing-gown before he could see anything; and could see very little then. All he could make out was, that it was still very foggy and extremely cold, and that there was no noise of people running to and fro, and making a great stir, as there unquestionably would  have been if night had beaten off bright day, and taken  possession of the world. This was a great relief, because  "three days after sight of this First of Exchange pay to  Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge or his order," and so forth, would have  become a mere United States' security if there were no days  to count by.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Scrooge went to bed again, and thought, and thought, and  thought it over and over and over, and could make nothing  of it. The more he thought, the more perplexed he was; and  the more he endeavored not to think, the more he thought.  Marley's Ghost bothered him exceedingly. Every time he  resolved within himself, after mature inquiry, that it was all  a dream, his mind flew back again, like a strong spring  released, to its first position, and presented the same  problem to be worked all through, "Was it a dream or not?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Scrooge lay in this state until the chimes had gone three  quarters more, when he remembered, on a sudden, that the  Ghost had warned him of a visitation when the bell tolled  one. He resolved to lie awake until the hour was past; and,  considering that he could no more go to sleep than go to  Heaven, this was perhaps the wisest resolution in his power. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The quarter was so long, that he was more than once  convinced he must have sunk into a doze unconsciously,  and missed the clock. At length it broke upon his listening  ear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Ding, dong!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "A quarter past," said Scrooge, counting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Ding dong!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Half past!" said Scrooge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Ding dong!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "A quarter to it," said Scrooge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Ding dong!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "The hour itself," said Scrooge, triumphantly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "and nothing else!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did  with a deep, dull, hollow, melancholy One. Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the curtains of his bed were drawn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. Not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his face was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am now  to you, and I am standing in the spirit at your elbow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     It was a strange figure -- like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man, viewed through some supernatural medium, which gave him the appearance of having receded from the view, and being diminished to a child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about its neck and down its back, was white as if with age; and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it, and the tenderest bloom was on the skin. The arms were very long and muscular; the hands the same, as if its hold were of uncommon strength. Its legs and feet, most delicately formed, were, like those upper members, bare. It wore a tunic of the purest white, and round its waist was bound a lustrous belt, the sheen of which was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly in its hand; and, in singular contradiction of that wintry emblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But the strangest thing about it was, that from the crown of its head there sprung a bright clear jet of light, by which all this was visible; and which was doubtless the occasion of its using, in its duller moments, a great extinguisher for a cap, which it now held under its arm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Even this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with increasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another, and what was light one instant, at another time was dark, so the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body: of which dissolving parts, no outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away. And in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again; distinct and clear as ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?" asked Scrooge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I am."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "No. Your past."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Perhaps, Scrooge could not have told anybody why, if anybody could have asked him; but he had a special desire to see the Spirit in his cap; and begged him to be covered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "What!" exclaimed the Ghost, "Would you so soon put out, with worldly hands, the light I give? Is it not enough that you are one of those whose passions made this cap, and force me through whole trains of years to wear it low upon my brow!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Scrooge reverently disclaimed all intention to offend  or any knowledge of having willfully bonneted the Spirit at  any period of his life. He then made bold to inquire what business brought him there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Your welfare," said the Ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Scrooge expressed himself much obliged, but could not help thinking that a night of unbroken rest would have been more conducive to that end. The Spirit must have heard him thinking, for it said immediately:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Your reclamation, then. Take heed."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     It put out its strong hand as it spoke, and clasped him gently by the arm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Rise. And walk with me."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     It would have been in vain for Scrooge to plead that the weather and the hour were not adapted to pedestrian purposes; that bed was warm, and the thermometer a long way below freezing; that he was clad but lightly in his slippers, dressing-gown, and nightcap; and that he had a cold upon him at that time. The grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand,  was not to be resisted. He rose: but finding that the Spirit made towards the window, clasped his robe in supplication.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I am mortal," Scrooge remonstrated, "and liable to fall."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Bear but a touch of my hand there," said the Spirit, laying it upon his heart, "and you shall be upheld in more than this."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     As the words were spoken, they passed through the wall, and stood upon an open country road, with fields on either hand. The city had entirely vanished. Not a vestige of it was to be seen. The darkness and the mist had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, winter day, with snow upon the ground.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Good Heaven!" said Scrooge, clasping his hands together, as he looked about him. "I was bred in this place. I was a boy here."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch, though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Your lip is trembling," said the Ghost. "And what is that upon your cheek?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Scrooge muttered, with an unusual catching in his voice, that it was a pimple; and begged the Ghost to lead him where he would.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "You recollect the way?" inquired the Spirit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Remember it!" cried Scrooge with fervour -- "I could walk it blindfold."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Strange to have forgotten it for so many years," observed the Ghost. "Let us go on."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     They walked along the road, Scrooge recognising every gate, and post, and tree; until a little market-town appeared in the distance, with its bridge, its church, and winding river. Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their backs, who called to other boys in country gigs and carts, driven by farmers. All these boys were in great spirits, and shouted to each other, until the broad fields were so full of merry music, that the crisp air laughed to hear it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "These are but shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. "They have no consciousness of us."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The jocund travellers came on; and as they came, Scrooge knew and named them every one. Why was he rejoiced beyond all bounds to see them. Why did his cold eye glisten, and his heart leap up as they went past? Why was he filled with gladness when he heard them give each other Merry Christmas, as they parted at cross-roads and-bye ways, for their several homes? What was merry Christmas to Scrooge? Out upon merry Christmas! What good had it ever done to him?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "The school is not quite deserted," said the Ghost. "A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Scrooge said he knew it. And he sobbed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     They left the high-road, by a well-remembered lane, and soon approached a mansion of dull red brick, with a little weathercock-surmounted cupola, on the roof, and a bell hanging in it. It was a large house, but one of broken fortunes; for the spacious offices were little used, their walls were damp and mossy, their windows broken, and their gates decayed. Fowls clucked and strutted in the stables; and the coach-houses and sheds were over-run with grass. Nor was it more retentive of its ancient state, within; for entering the dreary hall, and glancing through the open doors of many rooms, they found them poorly furnished, cold, and vast. There was an earthy savour in the air, a chilly bareness in the place, which associated itself somehow with too much getting up by candle-light, and not too much to eat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     They went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall, to a door at the back of the house. It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal forms and desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the paneling, not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with a softening influence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The Spirit touched him on the arm, and pointed to his younger self, intent upon his reading. Suddenly a man, in foreign garments: wonderfully real and distinct to look at: stood outside the window, with an ax stuck in his belt, and leading by the bridle an ass laden with wood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Why, it's Ali Baba!" Scrooge exclaimed in ecstasy. "It's dear old honest Ali Baba. Yes, yes, I know. One Christmas time, when yonder solitary child was left here all alone, he did come, for the first time, just like that. Poor boy. And Valentine," said Scrooge, "and his wild brother, Orson; there they go. And what's his name, who was put down in his drawers, asleep, at the Gate of Damascus; don't you see him? And the Sultan's Groom turned upside down by the Genii; there he is upon his head. Serve him right. I'm glad of it. What business had he to be married to the Princess."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     To hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of his nature on such subjects, in a most extraordinary voice between laughing and crying; and to see his heightened and excited face; would have been a surprise to his business friends in the city, indeed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "There's the Parrot." cried Scrooge. "Green body and yellow tail, with a thing like a lettuce growing out of the top of his head; there he is! Poor Robin Crusoe, he called him, when he came home again after sailing round the island. "Poor Robin Crusoe, where have you been, Robin Crusoe?"  The man thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. It was the Parrot, you know. There goes Friday, running for his life to the little creek! Halloa! Hoop! Hallo!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Then, with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his usual character, he said, in pity for his former self, "Poor boy!" and cried again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I wish," Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his pocket, and looking about him, after drying his eyes with his cuff: "but it's too late now."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "What is the matter?" asked the Spirit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Nothing," said Scrooge. "Nothing. There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something: that's all."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, "Let us see another Christmas!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words, and the  room became a little darker and more dirty. The panels shrunk, the windows cracked; fragments of plaster fell out of the ceiling, and the naked laths were shown instead; but how all this was brought about, Scrooge knew no more than you do. He only knew that it was quite correct; that everything had happened so; that there he was, alone again, when all the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He was not reading now, but walking up and down despairingly. Scrooge looked at the Ghost, and with a mournful  shaking of his head, glanced anxiously towards the door.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     It opened; and a little girl, much younger than the boy, came darting in, and putting her arms about his neck, and often kissing him, addressed him as her "Dear, dear brother."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I have come to bring you home, dear brother!" said the child, clapping her tiny hands, and bending down to laugh. "To bring you home, home, home!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Home, little Fan?" returned the boy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Yes!" said the child, brimful of glee. "Home, for good and all. Home, for ever and ever. Father is so much kinder than he used to be, that home's like Heaven! He spoke so gently to me one dear night when I was going to bed, that I was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come home; and he said Yes, you should; and sent me in a coach to bring you. And you're to be a man!" said the child, opening her eyes, "and are never to come back here; but first, we're to be together all the Christmas long, and have the merriest time in all the world."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "You are quite a woman, little Fan!"exclaimed the boy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     She clapped her hands and laughed, and tried to touch his head; but being too little, laughed again, and stood on tiptoe to embrace him. Then she began to drag him, in her childish eagerness, towards the door; and he, nothing loth to go, accompanied her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     A terrible voice in the hall cried. "Bring down Master Scrooge's box, there!" And in the hall appeared the schoolmaster himself, who glared on Master Scrooge with a ferocious condescension, and threw him into a dreadful state of mind by shaking hands with him. He then conveyed him and his sister into the veriest old well of a shivering best-parlour that ever was seen, where the maps upon the wall, and the celestial and terrestrial globes in the windows, were waxy with cold. Here he produced a decanter of curiously light wine, and a block of curiously heavy cake, and administered installments of those dainties to the young people: at the same time, sending out a meagre servant to offer a glass of "something" to the postboy, who answered that he thanked the gentleman, but if it was the same tap as he had tasted before, he had rather not. Master Scrooge's trunk being by this time tied on to the top of the chaise, the children bade the schoolmaster good-bye right willingly; and getting into it, drove gaily down the garden-sweep: the quick wheels dashing the hoar-frost and snow from off the dark leaves of the evergreens like spray.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Always a delicate creature, whom a breath might have withered," said the Ghost. "But she had a large heart!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;    "So she had," cried Scrooge. "You're right. I'll not gainsay it, Spirit. God forbid!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;       "She died a woman," said the Ghost, "and had, as I think, children."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "One child," Scrooge returned.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "True," said the Ghost. "Your nephew!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind; and answered briefly, "Yes."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Although they had but that moment left the school behind them, they were now in the busy thoroughfares of a city, where shadowy passengers passed and repassed; where shadowy carts and coaches battle for the way, and all the strife and tumult of a real city were. It was made plain enough, by the dressing of the shops, that here too it was Christmas time again; but it was evening, and the streets were lighted up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door, and asked Scrooge if he knew it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Know it!" said Scrooge. "Was I apprenticed here?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     They went in. At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh  wig, sitting behind such a high desk, that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling, Scrooge cried in great excitement:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Why, it's old Fezziwig! Bless his heart; it's Fezziwig alive again!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Old Fezziwig laid down his pen, and looked up at the clock, which pointed to the hour of seven. He rubbed his hands; adjusted his capacious waistcoat; laughed all over himself, from his shows to his organ of benevolence; and called out in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovial voice:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     Scrooge's former self, now grown a young man, came briskly in, accompanied by his fellow-prentice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Dick Wilkins, to be sure," said Scrooge to the Ghost. "Bless me, yes. There he is. He was very much attached to me, was Dick. Poor Dick. Dear, dear." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Yo ho, my boys!" said Fezziwig. "No more work to-night. Christmas Eve, Dick. Christmas, Ebenezer. Let's have the shutters up," cried old Fezziwig, with a sharp clap of his hands, "before a man can say Jack Robinson." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     You wouldn't believe how those two fellows went at it. They charged into the street with the shutters -- one, two, three -- had them up in their places -- four, five, six -- barred them and pinned then -- seven, eight, nine -- and came back before you could have got to twelve, panting like race-horses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Hilli-ho!" cried old Fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk, with wonderful agility. "Clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here. Hilli-ho, Dick! Chirrup, Ebenezer."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        Clear away! There was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away, or couldn't have cleared away, with old Fezziwig looking on. It was done in a minute. Every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life for evermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ball-room, as you would desire to see upon a winter's night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     In came a fiddler with a music-book, and went up to the lofty desk, and made an orchestra of it, and tuned like fifty stomach-aches. In came Mrs Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. In came the three Miss Fezziwigs, beaming and lovable. In came the six young followers whose hearts they broke. In came all the young men and women employed in the business. In came the housemaid, with her cousin, the baker. In came the cook, with her brother's particular friend, the milkman. In came the boy from over the way, who was suspected of not having board enough from his master; trying to hide himself behind the girl from next door but one, who was proved to have had her ears pulled by her mistress. In they all came, one after another; some shyly, some boldly, some gracefully, some awkwardly, some pushing, some pulling; in they all came, anyhow and everyhow. Away they all went, twenty couple at once; hands half round and back again the other way; down the middle and up again; round and round in various stages of affectionate grouping; old top couple always turning up in the wrong place; new top couple starting off again, as soon as they got there; all top couples at last, and not a bottom one to help them. When this result was brought about, old Fezziwig, clapping his hands to stop the dance, cried out, "Well done!" and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter, especially provided for that purpose. But scorning rest, upon his reappearance, he instantly began again, though there were no dancers yet, as if the other fiddler had been carried home,  exhausted, on a shutter, and he were a bran-new man resolved to beat him out of sight, or perish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     There were more dances, and there were forfeits, and more dances, and there was cake, and there was negus, and there was a great piece of Cold Roast, and there was a great piece of Cold Boiled, and there were mince-pies, and plenty of beer. But the great effect of the evening came after the Roast and Boiled, when the fiddler (an artful dog, mind! The sort of man who knew his business better than you or I could have told it him!) struck up "Sir Roger de Coverley."  Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs Fezziwig. Top couple too; with a good stiff piece of work cut out for them; three or four and twenty pair of partners; people who were not to be trifled with; people who &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; dance, and had no notion of walking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     But if they had been twice as many -- ah, four times -- old Fezziwig would have been a match for them, and so would Mrs Fezziwig. As to &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, she was worthy to be his partner in every sense of the term. If that's not high praise, tell me higher, and I'll use it. A positive light appeared to issue from Fezziwig's calves. They shone in every part of the dance like moons. You couldn't have predicted, at any given time, what would have become of them next. And when old Fezziwig and Mrs Fezziwig had gone all through the dance; advance and retire, both hands to your partner, bow and curtsey, corkscrew, thread-the-needle, and back again to your place; Fezziwig cut -- cut so deftly, that he appeared to wink with his legs, and came upon his feet again without a stagger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     When the clock struck eleven, this domestic ball broke up. Mr and Mrs Fezziwig took their stations, one on either side of the door, and shaking hands with every person individually as he or she went out, wished him or her a Merry Christmas. When everybody had retired but the two prentices, they did the same to them; and thus the cheerful voices died away, and the lads were left to their beds; which were under a counter in the back-shop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     During the whole of this time, Scrooge had acted like a man out of his wits. His heart and soul were in the scene, and with his former self. He corroborated everything, remembered everything, enjoyed everything, and underwent the strangest agitation. It was not until now, when the bright faces of his former self and Dick were turned from them, that he remembered the Ghost, and became conscious that it was looking full upon him, while the light upon its head burnt very clear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "A small matter," said the Ghost, "to make these silly folks so full of gratitude."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Small!" echoed Scrooge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The Spirit signed to him to listen to the two apprentices, who were pouring out their hearts in praise of Fezziwig: and when he had done so, said,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Why! Is it not! He has spent but a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Is that so much that he deserves this praise?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        "It isn't that," said Scrooge, heated by the remark, and speaking unconsciously like his former, not his latter, self. "It isn't that, Spirit. He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count them up: what then? The  happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        He felt the Spirit's glance, and stopped.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "What is the matter?" asked the Ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Nothing in particular," said Scrooge. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Something, I think?" the Ghost insisted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "No," said Scrooge, "No. I should like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk just now! That's all."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     His former self turned down the lamps as he gave utterance to the wish; and Scrooge and the Ghost again stood side by side in the open air.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "My time grows short," observed the Spirit. "Quick!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     This was not addressed to Scrooge, or to any one whom he could see, but it produced an immediate effect. For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now; a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years; but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young girl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there were tears, which sparkled in the light that shone out of the Ghost of Christmas Past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "It matters little," she said, softly. "To you, very little. Another idol has displaced me; and if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come, as I would have tried to do, I have no just cause to grieve." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "What Idol has displaced you?" he rejoined.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "A golden one."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "This is the even-handed dealing of the world!" he said. "There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        "You fear the world too much," she answered, gently. "All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "What then?" he retorted. "Even if I have grown so much wiser, what then? I am not changed towards you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     She shook her head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Am I?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. You &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; changed. When it was made, you were another man."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I was a boy," he said impatiently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Your own feeling tells you that you were not what you are," she returned. "I am. That which promised happiness when we were one in heart, is fraught with misery now that we are two. How often and how keenly I have thought of this, I will not say. It is enough that I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; thought of it, and can release you." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Have I ever sought release?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "In words? No. Never."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        "In what, then?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "In a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in another atmosphere of life; another Hope as its great end. In everything that made my love of any worth or value in your sight. If this had never been between us," said the girl, looking mildly, but with steadiness, upon him; "tell me, would you seek me out and try to win me now? Ah, no!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He seemed to yield to the justice of this supposition, in spite of himself. But he said with a struggle," You think not?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I would gladly think otherwise if I could," she answered, "Heaven knows. When &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have learned a Truth like this, I know how strong and irresistible it must be. But if you were free to-day, to-morrow, yesterday, can even I believe that you would choose a dowerless girl -- you who, in your very confidence with her, weigh everything by Gain: or, choosing her, if for a moment you were false enough to your one guiding principle to do so, do I not know that your repentance and regret would surely follow? I do; and I release you. With a full heart, for the love of him you once were."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He was about to speak; but with her head turned from him, she resumed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "You may -- the memory of what is past half makes me hope you will -- have pain in this. A very, very brief time, and you will dismiss the recollection of it, gladly, as an unprofitable dream, from which it happened well that you awoke. May you be happy in the life you have chosen."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     She left him, and they parted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;    "Spirit!" said Scrooge, "show me no more! Conduct me home. Why do you delight to torture me?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "One shadow more!" exclaimed the Ghost.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "No more!" cried Scrooge! "No more, I don't wish to see it! Show me no more!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     But the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his arms, and forced him to observe what happened next.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     They were in another scene and place; a room, not very large or handsome, but full of comfort. Near to the winter fire sat a beautiful young girl, so like that last that Scrooge believed it was the same, until he saw &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, now a comely matron, sitting opposite her daughter. The noise in this room was perfectly tumultuous, for there were more children there, than Scrooge in his agitated state of mind could count; and, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves like one, but every child was conducting itself like forty. The consequences were uproarious beyond belief; but no one seemed to care; on the contrary, the mother and daughter laughed heartily, and enjoyed it very much; and the latter, soon beginning to mingle in the sports, got pillaged by the young brigands most ruthlessly. What would I not have given to one of them. Though I never could have been so rude, no, no! I wouldn't for the wealth of all the world have crushed that braided hair, and torn it down; and for the precious little shoe, I wouldn't have plucked it off, God bless my soul! to save my life. As to measuring her waist in sport, as they did, bold young brood, I couldn't have done it; I should have expected my arm to have grown round it for a punishment, and never come straight again. And yet I should have dearly liked, I own, to have touched her lips; to have questioned her, that she might have opened them; to have looked upon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised a blush; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would be a keepsake beyond price: in short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest licence of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     But now a knocking at the door was heard, and such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered dress was borne towards it the centre of a flushed and boisterous group, just in time to greet the father, who came home attended by a man laden with Christmas toys and presents. Then the shouting and the struggling, and the onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter. The scaling him with chairs for ladders to dive into his pockets, despoil him of brown-paper parcels, hold on tight by his cravat, hug him round his neck, pommel his back, and kick his legs in irrepressible affection. The shouts of wonder and delight with which the development of every package was received. The terrible announcement that the baby had been taken in the act of putting a doll's frying-pan into his mouth, and was more than suspected of having swallowed a fictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter. The immense relief of finding this a false alarm. The joy,  and gratitude, and ecstasy. They are all indescribable alike. It is enough that by degrees the children and their emotions got out of the parlour, and by one stair at a time, up to the top of the house; where they went to bed, and so subsided.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     And now Scrooge looked on more attentively than ever, when the master of the house, having his daughter leaning fondly on him, sat down with her and her mother at his own fireside; and when he thought that such another creature, quite as graceful and as full of promise, might have called him father, and been a spring-time in the haggard winter of his life, his sight grew very dim indeed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Belle," said the husband, turning to his wife with a smile, "I saw an old friend of yours this afternoon."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        "Who was it?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;        "Guess!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "How can I? Tut, don't I know," she added in the same breath, laughing as he laughed. "Mr. Scrooge."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Mr. Scrooge it was. I passed his office window; and as it was not shut up, and he had a candle inside, I could scarcely help seeing him. His partner lies upon the point of death, I hear; and there he sat alone. Quite alone in the world, I do believe."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Spirit!" said Scrooge in a broken voice, "remove me from this place."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "I told you these were shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. "That they are what they are, do not blame me!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Remove me!" Scrooge exclaimed, "I cannot bear it!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He turned upon the Ghost, and seeing that it looked upon him with a face, in which in some strange way there were fragments of all the faces it had shown him, wrestled with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     "Leave me! Take me back. Haunt me no longer!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     In the struggle, if that can be called a struggle in which the Ghost with no visible resistance on its own part was undisturbed by any effort of its adversary, Scrooge observed that its light was burning high and bright; and dimly connecting that with its influence over him, he seized the extinguisher-cap, and by a sudden action pressed it down upon its head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     The Spirit dropped beneath it, so that the extinguisher covered its whole form; but though Scrooge pressed it down with all his force, he could not hide the light, which streamed from under it, in an unbroken flood upon the ground.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;     He was conscious of being exhausted, and overcome by an irresistible drowsiness; and, further, of being in his own bedroom.  He gave the cap a parting squeeze, in which his hand relaxed; and had barely time to reel to bed, before he sank into a heavy sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5668096245324432535?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5668096245324432535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5668096245324432535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5668096245324432535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5668096245324432535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-christmas-carol-is-super-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6626707097088074780</id><published>2008-03-13T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:04:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no...&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, i was at the void deck ,chonging my group's flag alone. so stressed up as well...cause nd to do group id besides the flag..and everything alone...luckily gt funny jemie, jia who made her hands so dirty n was kind enough to bring me up to her house, peishan who was really like my ''bao mu'' ,sexy simin who really tried to help and the rest helping me if not i wouldn't be able to finish up the flag..A BIG THANK YOU TO YOU PEOPLE...YOU ALL ROCK!!! oh ya...some more do until fever shoot up to 39.4 degrees ...a few degrees higher n i'll be a roasted pig....ya.. then do do do until 9 o'clock at night...sick until next day cannot go camp ..then i heard that someone told mr choo the flag is she do by herself......i mean like i spent so so much effort in the flag...realli a lot of effort n time ...i realli not being petty....But....BUT..MR CHOO! I REALLI DID THAT FlAG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6626707097088074780?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6626707097088074780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6626707097088074780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6626707097088074780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6626707097088074780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8780204635948661020</id><published>2008-03-12T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:28:04.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha&lt;br /&gt;             o gosh.....haha..i was researching for my science project wen i came acrooss this..haaha...i didn't research on that...i was actually researching for types of shock absorber ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;            children under the age of 13 ..please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; click.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.shockabsorber.co.uk/bounceometer/shock.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8780204635948661020?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8780204635948661020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8780204635948661020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8780204635948661020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8780204635948661020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/03/hahaha-o-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8645639108688431081</id><published>2008-03-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:49:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R9YO7697K4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JnaSqaFgj9o/s1600-h/blood_taking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R9YO7697K4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JnaSqaFgj9o/s200/blood_taking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176341244313021314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;              I HATE BLOOD TEST..i super embarrassed myself yesterday....ah!!!i was screaming my head off when i saw that long needle..n before i knew it....i was clinging to my mum and begging the doctor to not take my blood...so scary...can see the doctor a bit impatient liao.......she take so much blood....one bottle not enough..tomorrow must go take again...i'm going to be bloodless already !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go camp either...haiz.....n DESIREE didn't go ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;....when she said she was going a few days earlier...i was so surprised n actually happy to hear that she was going...but i thought it over at home on sunday....n i thought i better double check..true enough...i called her...n she gave me a lame excuse.... ''&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTACHE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHESTPAIN&lt;/span&gt; '' was her reason for not going.. well..i can't say that her reason was a fake one..but she's having chest pain on almost every np activity..ah! it's raining now..i wanna go topo with the rest...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jaylin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8645639108688431081?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8645639108688431081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8645639108688431081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8645639108688431081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8645639108688431081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/03/arghh-i-hate-blood-test.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R9YO7697K4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JnaSqaFgj9o/s72-c/blood_taking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6345443630262291009</id><published>2008-03-01T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:20:53.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>terrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;                    my group's proposal has been rejected so many many times...wah!!! i'm going to tear all my hair out soon!! ah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6345443630262291009?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6345443630262291009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6345443630262291009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6345443630262291009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6345443630262291009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/03/terrible-my-groups-proposal-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6888295896748251336</id><published>2008-02-25T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:12:26.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;          i'm on to creating my fifth song with rachel.....rachel is lame...hahaha and damn funny!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6888295896748251336?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6888295896748251336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6888295896748251336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6888295896748251336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6888295896748251336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-im-on-to-creating-my-fifth-song.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5207401548727030316</id><published>2008-02-14T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:48:09.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;      yesterday was seriously a bad day.... and 2day, xinyun upset, shimin stomach pain ....haha.but 1 gd thing..haha i got a turtle from rachel...woah...i didn't noe she'll get turtle 4 me...hahahaha...dunno y so many ppl upset 2day...2day's valentine's!!be happy!!haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shimin!! go rest well!!&lt;br /&gt;xinyun!! smile more!!&lt;br /&gt;jia- gd show 2day mustafa!!&lt;br /&gt;Ning- YOU tOOK MY DIARY HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;jemie- gd presentation!!!&lt;br /&gt;rachel- i shall pull ur hair 2morrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5207401548727030316?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5207401548727030316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5207401548727030316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5207401548727030316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5207401548727030316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-yesterday-was-seriously-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3849289562133565035</id><published>2008-02-10T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:44:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt; look what i found on jemie's blog!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt; What Jaylin Lee Means &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3849289562133565035?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3849289562133565035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3849289562133565035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3849289562133565035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3849289562133565035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-look-what-i-found-on-jemies-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5011921802457059123</id><published>2008-02-06T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:30:12.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5011921802457059123?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5011921802457059123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5011921802457059123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5011921802457059123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5011921802457059123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1005169596603446563</id><published>2008-01-27T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:30:13.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;         woah saturday very fun!! i want to go escape theme park and wild wild wet!!13march....i'm looking forward to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1005169596603446563?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1005169596603446563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1005169596603446563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1005169596603446563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1005169596603446563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-woah-saturday-very-fun-i-want-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1715769235205617809</id><published>2008-01-11T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:25:58.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....................&lt;br /&gt;my mum is super pissed off....and the reason is absurd......okok...u see, my new maid....she has a super voracious appetite...she gets hungry super fast too...hmm.....her stomach seems like an endless pit to me..haha.but i'm serious...she eats like 5 meals a day..ok n i tink she has a hearing problem too cause she doesn't do things properly...ok..like if my mum says...iron tis shirt ok? she'll say okok! i'll iron it! n a few hours later...we found out that she washed e shirt instead of ironing it.ya..n wen my mum ask her 2 make tea for her...she'll make tea of course! but give it 2 e wrong person and wen my mum ask her to clean e table..she go clean e floor...well...we thought that it was like quite normal since it's her first few weeks in our house....BUT! it has already been a month n she's still like that..she doesn't know how 2 cook after a month....to make things worse..she calls me CHIN CHIN!!!ok..i can't blame her for that lah..ok so tis morning...my mum gave my maid her own breakfast cause my maid said she was hungry even though she had already eaten hers.okok...n then my mum bought 2 boxes of noodles home n clearly told my maid that one box was for me n the other for my mum, herself..n my maid was like okokokok...so my mum happily went out to post letter or sumting....n wen she came home...she found my maid eating HER box of noodles...haha my mum was furious....cause she told her alr mah....n plus my maid already eat rice for lunch....haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1715769235205617809?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1715769235205617809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1715769235205617809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1715769235205617809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1715769235205617809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1969459263189270129</id><published>2008-01-08T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:10:54.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;test on friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;woah! 2day quite fun lah....simin's BDAY!!! she so cute! I LOVE ＳＩＭＩＮ!!!we took so many many many  photos...n 1 gd thing! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OUR SQUAD'S GETTING SO BONDED NOW...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like no one's so quiet lah...yay!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R4NMEZ9McAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/At58ZQ1QVGM/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R4NMEZ9McAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/At58ZQ1QVGM/s200/DSC00830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153046037212721154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sumhow...i gt e feeling dad i'm e biggest! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1969459263189270129?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R4NMEZ9McAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/At58ZQ1QVGM/s72-c/DSC00830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7566764272681743620</id><published>2008-01-04T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:41:58.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;     2day was super hot at the field...haha...gt sunburn liao....especially my neck! haha...n then i told my mother bout my sunburn:( and i got a scolding for being so 'teh'..she said.受一点苦都不可以...was just telling her anyway....ah! veri tired..after tis....i'm going to SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7566764272681743620?l=chocolay.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-6903779218562095664.post-5629376882707515584</id><published>2008-01-02T23:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:21:38.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;    school reopen liao!! haiz....so fast.....but school was  bad for me 2day n will be for the rest of e year..today, we were asked 2 do a silly survey....and the cover page of the survey was really exaggerated....it had a gigantic ''CONFIDENTIAL'' on it...haha.n we had to sit like one arm's apart from each other too...this wasn't that&lt;br /&gt;all....when we had settled down...the teacher said '''ok....can play e music'' n they started playing a depressing song....haha..quite silly lah..i didn't have any inspiration from e music and it certainly didn't made me feel comfortable...I MISS SEC 1 PURITY!!! how i wish we can stay as a class instead of splitting.. i 'm nw in a half drama and half MEP class with a few other ppl...haiz...tis year no chance to be monitor liao...drama ppl so enthusiastic....everyone volunteer to be monitor..and they gt so many ppl supporting them lah..haiz.. haha....christine hugged me today...haha...i miss her so much!! n i was chatting to xinyun on e way back to class...she combed her fringe to e side now...haha.look so serious..:( i miss everyone so much...i miss my sec 1 days...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5629376882707515584?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5629376882707515584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5629376882707515584' title='0 Comments'/><link 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already n she's nt back yet..eee..i've gt a feeling that she's nt going to come back..ahh..i'm so so unlucky today...my new maid..she barely work for a week n she wans to go home TOMORROW!!!..n i went 4 a haircut today...well...it was suppose to be kind of layered n tomboy kind...but e person cut BOB style 4 me...ahh!! it's horrid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-559728270464514116?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/559728270464514116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=559728270464514116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/559728270464514116'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s45J9Mb_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DEiGkQBb9E8/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s45J9Mb_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DEiGkQBb9E8/s200/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146269553777209330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s4459Mb9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6XyfJuIamDM/s1600-h/Christine+smiling+so+sweetly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s4459Mb9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6XyfJuIamDM/s200/Christine+smiling+so+sweetly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146269549482242002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muahahaha...XINYUN gt tricked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s4459Mb-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b_Pg376wwt8/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s4459Mb-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b_Pg376wwt8/s200/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146269549482242018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s3_59Mb7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gRV9WoqwTno/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty mandi!!                  and christine with her hair&lt;br /&gt;                                             tied up:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-4893182035595594628?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/R2s45J9Mb_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/DEiGkQBb9E8/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7950205619884421696</id><published>2007-11-22T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:19:10.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;haha..yesterday..went out with qianyu....n so unluckily, we came across tis woman...ok..here goes...tis singaporean was happily heading straight to a shop...n  so 'dao mei'  ...2 china tourists were blocking her way...so she just stood there..dunnno waiting 4 wad...ya..then e couple were talking 2 each other...of course they'll move around one mah..so the man stepped back...OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH went e woman...i'm not exaggerating k, the woman really shouted it out veri loud....after shouting...she bent down to sort of massage her toes...and she remained in that posture...whining every few seconds ...and of course the man apologise to her....but she replied with an ''OUCH'' and gave him the ''i'm not going to forgive you'' look..soon after..the china lady started to scold e man 4 being so careless..and they started quarelling..ALL BECAUSE OF DAD WOMAN...i've been stepped on 4 so many many times...and it's not dad pain that u have to ouch 4 such a long time...plus dad man quite small size one..ya..then after a while...dad woman slowly stood up..realising that no one was paying attention to her, she walked away..i mean like...all e whining and so called''pettiness'' are really uncalled for..y  can't she just keep quiet and walk away....ok..if it's really damn pain..then ouch softly lor...i guess she really left the tourist with a bad impression..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-2731538852784768754</id><published>2007-11-14T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:43:36.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; STOPPED&lt;/span&gt;....---------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREATHING&lt;/span&gt;........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-2731538852784768754?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/2731538852784768754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6436218736591577437</id><published>2007-10-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:57:11.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;woah......halloween party..haiz.. i dunno bout other ppl...but i had lots of fun dressing up as a ghost.haha..mandi seriously looked like a ghost yesterday..with her 'priest' clothes..haha..yeah.only the food part..not veri organised....ppl who supposedly said they weren't coming, came....that's y not enough food ..and then wen ask them 2 clear up..never clear up.....leave me ..loren..mandi and xin xian to clear up..then xin xian brought food..nobody go thank her and include her in the games...then she have to join us 'ghosts' and suffer wif us....shimin was a japanese ghost..loren was sum kind of witch?? with blue lips..she look like a witch to me... wei en was a fashionable ghost..mandi was a chinese ghost..and i tink i look like a garbage ghost....xin xian was sort of half ghost half human..haha..cause she brought ppl into e room..yah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6436218736591577437?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6436218736591577437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6436218736591577437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6436218736591577437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6436218736591577437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-577610007947397883</id><published>2007-10-23T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:02:15.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;      oh...arghhhh today's mini drama was completely a total disaster...believe me...i didn't know wad i was sprouting....i just made too many mistakes..ok..not only the drama was a disaster....EVERYTHING! i just hate my luck today....was made to write sum kind of stupid report...stef xinyun and shi min suddenly disappeared after the performance..couldn't find them..and then wen i called my mum to ask her bout tuition..she thought that i wanted her to fetch me home..so the veri moment she was handed the phone..she went like'' go walk home urself!'' slam! went the phone..i wasn't even given a damn chance to say hello..so i sort of dragged my feet home only to find that i dropped some of my things while walking...so damn embarrassing...can imagine other people saying''why is that prominent black figure down there running to and fro? is that suppose to be a shuttle run???'' by then...i was veri frustrated already and then something made me remember that i had forgotten to do my homework that was to be handed in later in the afternoon...i really felt like punching someone..well...i thought that i would haf better luck wen i reach home..maybe my neighbour would give me sum cookies or sumthing....but wen i reached my house..........TADA! i was greeted by a group of childish little boys , sitting in a big circle, and grinning foolishly at each other.....well..i don't usually pay attention to little kids...especially boys(no offence) but tis time..it was different...they were sitting rite out my house...blocking my way  sum more...so i just stood beside them...see how long they can smile at each other without noticing me......ok..i stood there 4 bout 2 minutes....budden those boys continued smiling at each other without even talking...woah! too much liao...i went like'''excuse me.....excuse me....EXCUSE ME!'' wah! damn pissed lah..they 'dao' me...never answer me ..i can't be bothered anymore....so just squeeze through them...and guess wad....after eating and bathing...THOSE BOYS WERE STILL DOWN THERE...STILL GRINNING AT EACH OTHER..well...actually not grinning lah..they were talking...i felt like an idiot....were they playing a game just now so they didn't answer me? or issit they cannot hear me( impossible..i almost shout my head off)  or did they really ignore me? hmph!!! can't stand these boys....i'm BOILING now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-577610007947397883?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/577610007947397883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=577610007947397883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/577610007947397883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/577610007947397883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3370800059662397959</id><published>2007-10-11T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T01:43:04.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;        haha....just went out with chocolate...went j8 2 watch movie...then ang mo kio hub...hmm..Ratatouille  is nice....(ok..i dunno how 2 spell it) n cute!!! ..after e movie...we went to ang mo kio hub ..there's this stall selling yougurt n wen we were walking pass e stall...this lady started offering me samples of it...ok..n she handed chocolate some too....haha...chocolate was greedy and kept asking 4 more ....she practically tried all the favours there!hahaha...and she even said that we should  'eat until we full' or  sumthing like that right in front of e lady!!! haha...so embarrassing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3370800059662397959?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3370800059662397959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3370800059662397959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3370800059662397959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3370800059662397959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6181175856674342197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RwHoeYwmVRI/AAAAAAAAADg/PwztY4TOPhI/s72-c/spot4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3690394091521015087</id><published>2007-09-24T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T00:36:57.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HMPH...&lt;br /&gt;             well...some ppl's actions just contradict wif wad they speak...yepp they criticize and criticize but when sumone they like, does  it, they completely acknowledge their actions. this is soo unfair and biased. anyway..this world is all about jealousy and unfairness...love? hah! is sumthing that people play with when they're bored..well...maybe i might b wrong...love might exist sumwhere in the dark corners of our hearts...but to me...there's no one i can trust in this cruel and unfeeling world...i mean like, not my parents...wen i tell my mum sumthing bout friends... or how i feel wen she scolds me..she'll just shrug her shoulders  and say'' u're too sensitive''  even ur closest friend...they might b nice and everything at first..then u'll find them drifting apart..further n further...i've experience tis before...in fact too many times...first they'll say....we'll be friends forever! no offence lah...but i find that the sentence''friends forever''  too exaggerating and is total nonsense..well..everyone in this world gets frustrated and will of course  throw a temper...but ppl take it like i can't throw a temper or wad..wenever i get a bit frustrated ....they'll go like''---so bad!...''  and all the bad words just spill out of their mouths...it's pretty annoying sumtimes... i mean like ..ppl can get angry wif me but i can't ...i must act like a goody two shoes who  does everything 4 ppl and take their criticism and scolding...ok....i don't mind running errands for ppl  lah...but i mean....i'm a human..yes..i make mistakes ...i admit i'm a blur sotong...but not blur to the extend that i dun even noe wad i'm doin and forget everything in 10s.. AND it's perfectly normal if i get angry...theres no reason for ppl 2 get so uptight bout it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3690394091521015087?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3690394091521015087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3690394091521015087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3690394091521015087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3690394091521015087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmph.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-1738604822077292869</id><published>2007-09-21T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:13:09.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EMBARRASSING.. ahhh..&lt;br /&gt; ahh..mei qi...sorri 4 nt replying...yeah...love u too... yeah!..okok...this was wat happen today..damn damn embarrassing...ok....stef...shi min...xin yun n me...we went to take a photo 2gether..help raise funds....n then....i decided 2 take  a one stop bus ride to my house....yes..n i was soo confident that i brought my ez-link card...yah...so clutching on to dad photo...i sat at the bus stop wif shi min...haha! then lin hui came trotting along....so she join us at the bus stop ..waiting 4 the darn bus which took bout 15 mins 2 come?? okok...i noe it's ridiculous....but i realy wanted 2 try taking a one stop bus ride home...so  15 mins pass...n i happily went up the bus....it was THEN i suddenly realised..i DIDN'T BRING MY EZ-LINK CARD....to add on to my misery......i didn't haf any loose change in my wallet...ok...i started to panic already n was like a desperate doogyyy. haha....  n then i turned around  to ''beg'' 4 coins from aunties...there was tis auntie rite behind me...but she looked rather intimidating..so i skipped her...haiz...but no one was willing to change $$ wif me...lin hui suggested goin 2 the bus uncle to tell him e truth...c if can get a free ride..haha...(the bus already reaches the bus stop outside my house..) i pulled lin hui to the front of the bus....i was sooo panicky...told the uncle..n the uncle was practically emptying his pocket 4 coins....n was GRUMBLING at the same time...haha....to save myself from more embarrassment...i quickly went down the bus...n then i heard voice behind me... ''AH GIRL AH!你刚才没有问auntie...auntie 有散钱 leh'' i spun around..just to c that intimidating auntie smiling at me......n i was like thanking her...roar!!! i could have just ask her....cannot cannot judge ppl by their looks ...ahhh....so damn embarrassing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-1738604822077292869?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/1738604822077292869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=1738604822077292869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1738604822077292869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/1738604822077292869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/09/embarrassing.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5949522047912784089</id><published>2007-09-07T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:07:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>horrible.terrible.vegetable..&lt;br /&gt; tis is how i describe my week...a tired week too..i wasn'teven able 2 watch a movie...on wed.. xinyun n shi min came over for a short revision....ok..it wasn't really a revision....but we did a bit of work..then..wanting n mandi came...horrendous day 4 me...well...wanting mandi xinyun and shimin...they were fantastic..yeah...but my day was just horrendous..really horrible.. ah...sometimes..i wish ann would talk 2 me more n spend a little more time wif me..really got loads n loads 2 to tell her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5949522047912784089?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5949522047912784089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5949522047912784089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5949522047912784089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5949522047912784089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/09/horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-579107577953532545</id><published>2007-09-04T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:31:18.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;        2day is such a unlucky day 4 me...i overslept..woke up at 10+..haha..then sleepily walked 2 the toilet and accidentally hit my head against the wall...N THEN...before i knew it..it was lunchie time!!! my favourite time!! n i was starving...since mum not in..maid went 2 buy sum grocery..i decided to whip up sumthing..hmm..i cooked the most horrible ..terrible tasting spagetti ever...tis was wad happen..i cut the onion..n then half the onion 'flew' onto the floor wen i was cutting..so i'm left wif half a piece of onion which is definitely not enough...ah..then the ham...i wanted 2 fry an egg  and fry a ham...unfortunately...me wanted 2 save space n decided to cook both things at the same time..on the same pan...RESULT..      tada! my egg ham...haha...really taste horrible...and my spagetti was badly burnt although cannot really c...bits n pieces of black black stuff...tasteless too...yuck...i've reaallyy gt bad culinary &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rt0kwY1SzLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TkSD5jk5c9g/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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     gt reminded of wad happen on thursday nite....damn pissed..cause there was a massive power failure...we dun nd 2 go to school on fri.. n i ONLY GOT THIS MESSAGE AT 11.45PM..that i nd 2 pass dwn tis message to e rest of e class...ok...i picked up e phone n dialled classmates no....only called the first half...ok..maybe more than half..but gt scolded by 10 over parents already.. i decided 2 b thick-skinned and call the next no...unfortunately..i kana scolded again...tis one was reallly terrible''she sleeping already lah...who are you..y call so late...dunno manners one ah....'' she carried on wif her ranting...i was veri ANGRY already..but e only pathetic sentence i could blurt out is''sorri auntie..sorri auntie'' AND THAT WAS IT...I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE..i mean like...it's nt my fault that the school gt power failure rite? if i call...i get scolded by some parents...if i dun call....also kana scolded....parents get unhappy because no one informed them ...SO...monitors should not be blamed 4 everything....just give in a bit and try 2 understand that we r doin our best.. anyway..it doesn't concerns life n death..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3418272760175686918?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3418272760175686918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3418272760175686918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3418272760175686918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3418272760175686918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-gt-reminded-of-wad-happen-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7827349521834449428</id><published>2007-08-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:23:22.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;     argh!!! my mum just chased me out of her room...just like how she chase bing bing out of the room..talking bout bing bing..naughty naughty...always scratch everything that she sees...and gosh! she is terrific..she can gobble one bowl of cat food in less than 5 minutes...and she does that more than three times 1 day..wait...that means that she eats more than she's suppose 2...no wonder she's getting fatter n fatter...haha...must make her go on diet alr.......wasn't able 2 pass the tian shi song and lyrics to my 大angel and my 小angel yesterday cause of some massive power failure ...ahahah...i like the song qiang qiang sung by ella...she sang it 4 her dead dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSFtP5jiO3w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSFtP5jiO3w &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go n watch the qiang qiang video...veri nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7827349521834449428?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7827349521834449428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7827349521834449428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7827349521834449428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7827349521834449428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-argh-my-mum-just-chased-me-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6054444926566035801</id><published>2007-08-29T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:52:35.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...&lt;br /&gt;          ahh...so tired...2day...during art lesson...miss lin played tis 'colour' game...n then a few of us were suppose 2 write wadever she ask us 2 write on e board....ok..so we were suppose 2 write names of  people we tink represented the colours she told us...and wen she said coffee brown...i wrote'' wei en '' on e board...tis is simply ridiculous ok...after we wrote a few names on the board..teacher revealed wad coffee brown means...''someone who is a hindrance to you''...i was like NO NO NO!!! i thought coffee brown meant something gd...to me, coffee brown simply means coffee..and coffee is gd cause it is thick ....so the person suppose 2 represent brown has a strong character..yepp....definitely nt a hindrance to me.. later during recess....i was with ''my love'' ..lol..THEN i saw HER...the 'fann wong' science teacher who i detest very much...she was rite in the middle of the canteen..wif a group of ppl surrounding her...well....she's blocking ppl's way by standing in the middle ...can't she move 2 one side ? argh!!! i dun tink will b giving her teacher's day prezzie..anyway...i dun even tink she'll appreciate wad i give her...she veri high class de mah...everything must b branded...then can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6054444926566035801?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6054444926566035801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6054444926566035801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6054444926566035801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6054444926566035801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey_29.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8992281847583739482</id><published>2007-08-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:22:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;     2day...shi min....veri upset....hmmm..talking bout shi min...gd time to share my view...quote from steffi '' you like sumone's mind and heart..not their body or looks'' let me elaborate on tis...ok...i know many people in 1 purity don't really like shi min...cause of one particular reason...she smells....i totally disagree...she DOES NOT SMELL..it is really unfair to shimin...if people dislike her just because of her smell..she didn't do anything to offend you....nothin at all...can't find any reason for people to dislike her...first...she is really friendly and goes all e way just 2 help a frien...secondly...she is smart...these reasons are enough to show that she is a nice person..i suppose all of you out there dun choose your frien based on their looks rite? if you do...you are hopeless ( no offence)...ya..back to topic..how would you feel if you go 2 school one day and everyone avoids you...of course! you'll be upset and feel left out....so...try and put yourself in other people's shoes....why dun ur get 2 know shi min better...she's really one kind soul...get to know her better and make friens wif her!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RtJ7ko1SzJI/AAAAAAAAADA/vwsmv8wJbvE/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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    quote from my frien's msn display''BORN TO DIE...-what's the point of living when you'll eventually die?'' yes! that was wad i've wanted to say all along....it's just that no one get e real meaning.....i just phrase it in another way 'life is just about death...isn't it?' and then everyone goes like....ahyo...y r u so pessimistic? u veri sad ah?  i mean like it's true rite...born as a baby...do nothin..cry all day...then attend preschool...proceed to primary school..promoted to secondary school....to jc....university n so on....then u start work....most probably doin sumting u dislike...then...eventually..u'll die!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-383074606530855688?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/383074606530855688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=383074606530855688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/383074606530855688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/383074606530855688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-quote-from-my-friens-msn.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6185944968414520165</id><published>2007-08-21T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:56:17.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;         yesterday...my godma...she telephone me....cause she seldom call...so was quite surprise wen she gave me a call...then she said'' turn on ur tv....channel 50....gt joey yung on tv!!!'' n then i thought....she gave me a call just 2 tell me joey's on tv...so unlikely of her....haha..cause she was e one who told me idolizing is unhealthy..haha...but i didn't watch lah..was doin homework....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6185944968414520165?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6185944968414520165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6185944968414520165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6185944968414520165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6185944968414520165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey_21.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8550620142801242503</id><published>2007-08-21T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:50:43.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyh&lt;br /&gt;        ....ahahah! i send a e-mail 2 miss lee....tell her bout e photo-taking..thingy.. n i just love love love my angel....well...she didn't send lots n lots of encouraging notes wif encouraging words...but i just love her..she keeps giving me notes wif veri cute drawings n words:) n she sumtimes give me sweets....i mean like it's not like i dun wan 2 share wif others but the first time she gave me a tube of mentoes....ppl keeep  asking me 2 give them....then before i reach hom...the whole tube finish liao...then 2day..she give me another tube...sum cola gummy....then then then ...sum ppl see alr...ask me 2 give...ok lah...i give...but then..one came after another....was reluctant initially lah.. first time..didn't manage 2 eat...so...ya...dad's y didn't wan 2 give the sweets away second time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8550620142801242503?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8550620142801242503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8550620142801242503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8550620142801242503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8550620142801242503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyh.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5099607523936485377</id><published>2007-08-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T07:45:11.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;             ahahah!!! yesterdae..you chun wen back 2 china...first day..nt veri close 2 her..cause she veri quiet..then the same night...talk 2 her 4 quite long..found dad she veri nice...next day also talk talk talk...gt closer.....but she went home on e third day...haha...thought i won't cry...then we went 2 take group phto...DAD was e moment....you chun's eyes started watering...n before i knew it...she burst out crying n hug me so tightly...well...ya..i was a bit touched..haha...she was still crying wen about 2 board e bus...yepp! dad was wen my eyes started watering too...THEN xin xian n i walked back 2 class.....heads hanging down as we walked....stepped into class...slouched on chair...dunno wad went into me....started crying on mandi's shoulder...ahahaha...so embarrassing....i tried 2 force a smile..but didn't work lah...haha..made me cry harder....then funny choo.....thought sumone made me angry..haha...ahyo...i wanna go suzhou...miss youchun sosososos much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5099607523936485377?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5099607523936485377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5099607523936485377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5099607523936485377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5099607523936485377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey_18.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5422332332220638300</id><published>2007-08-16T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:10:06.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;        i hate my retainers!!! i sort of 'drool' because of e stupid retainers in my mouth....2 times in school.can imagine? so damn embarrassing lah..is like wen i talking e saliva wan 2 come out already..if i hear sumthing funny, my mouth opens...dad's it.....it just comes....pouring out...ahyo...n shi min thinks i'm les...I M NOT ...sing love songs only mah...some more delicated 2 her leh....so gd 2 her ..she still say i les...haha...then 2day no malay test..nice! postpone 2 next week.....argh!!! gtta new angel...she also super nice...gave me sweet...veri guilty leh...i just gave her a pathetic note..hmm..must buy sumthing 4 her..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5422332332220638300?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5422332332220638300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5422332332220638300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5422332332220638300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5422332332220638300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-i-hate-my-retainers-i-sort-of-drool.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-3830671349685381863</id><published>2007-08-14T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:24:53.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;          haha...gone crazy.....scared ppl away wif my love songs..haha...i suddenly gt too 'high' during chinese lesson...haha...sang ''yue liang dai biao wo de xin'' 2 mandi ...n she was freaked out!!! haha...then sang it 2 steffi...n shi min!!! haha shi min so cute...she doesn't like my singing...so nice lor...sing LOVE songs leh...shows how much i love them...o! maybe i should sing ''lao shu ai da mi'' ...''yue liang dai biao wo de xin'' too old fashioned alr....haha....i should try it 2morrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-3830671349685381863?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/3830671349685381863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=3830671349685381863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3830671349685381863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/3830671349685381863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey_14.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-2095921058814573760</id><published>2007-08-08T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:02:26.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;   ah! yesterdae i went out wif xin yun and shi min 2 buy sum science experiment stuff! so happy!  we went to ang mo kio hub to take lunch....wanted to buy sum toast from school and eat it on our way to SPOTLIGHT!yeah! then xin yun suggested japanese curry rice...well...i thought she wanted 2 'da bao' from sum posh cafe or sumthing like dad...hehe...but she bought from sum small stall...nt even japanese stall....for $2!!  surprisingly, quite nice leh. then we spent hours loooking 4 the science stuff..and then shimin went hom...xin yun came 4 project..then i took dinner....and sleep...ok...enough of borin stuff...AND THIS MORNING!! i went out wif my family...and i saw 2 GAYS! gosh! it was really an eyesore. this man....he was wearing like yellow loose girlish pants and a little pink shirt dad seems too small 4 him....his little pinky stuck out and he keep touching the othere man beside him....and the other man! he was holding the yellow pants man's hand...  i couldn't stand the sight of the yellow pants man....they were behaving so intimately ....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RrrJaVoFHyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5i1wL2at8y4/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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         ah!!!...so many ppl nt feelin well 2day.....2ppl..they went hom during recess time...then i was like running here n there from 10.30 -11.15..(recess time gone!!!)ahahah!!! then i put e 2 ppl in e general office...let them rest mah....then on e way...i saw my dear angel n her nicey frien..gave them money..ask them help e 2 sick ppl but hot milo....then wen i came back ....one of them dun wan 2 drink..ask me 2 drink it myself...ya...but i dun like hot milo....then was walking around....c if gt anyone wanna drink or nt...THEN i saw my p6 science teacher..i hated her like anything ( 1 of e 2 person that i hate e most)  many ppl say she look like fann wong....i mean like.....she is slim.....has long straight rotting hair dad has been rebonded too many times n wears fashionable clothes...but she is NOT pretty....definitely nt! so i was like''miss---do you wan 2 drink tis?'' no other ppl 2 ask mah...then she stared at me wif those ugly drawn eyes...rolled her eyes...wrinkled her nose...n went like'''no! i dun drink teh tarik'' i mean like....who told her that it was teh tarik?? she must be blind!milo n teh tarik also cannot fen bian....n PLEASE...if sumone offers u sumthing...thank e person lah...basic manners also dunnoo..if i had a choice...i would give it 2 sum dog or cat instead of her..well....the cruel n despicable acts done by her r uncountable....many ppl hate her 2 lah...there was  one period wen she 一直針對我...dunno y also...she keep scolding me every science lesson..n scolded me 4 my ''ugly'' handwriting...nono!  she didn't scold me..she embarrassed me in front of e whole class by putting my book under e visualizer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7378808699259089901?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7378808699259089901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7378808699259089901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7378808699259089901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7378808699259089901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey_07.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-15913679375685596</id><published>2007-08-04T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T04:00:50.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RrRcJ1oFHxI/AAAAAAAAACw/9RaMBAxRpjQ/s1600-h/0060-0607-1916-0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RrRcJ1oFHxI/AAAAAAAAACw/9RaMBAxRpjQ/s200/0060-0607-1916-0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094798402546638610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  I LOVE MY AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-15913679375685596?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/15913679375685596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=15913679375685596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/15913679375685596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/15913679375685596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-gel.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RrRcJ1oFHxI/AAAAAAAAACw/9RaMBAxRpjQ/s72-c/0060-0607-1916-0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-4800279678500664699</id><published>2007-08-04T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T03:38:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;       haha 2day did CIP wif my cca ppl.....so weird ...we were supposed 2 give out sum singapore flags n brochures....ahya....bad experience wif  SUM singaporeans....well...one of them....simply avoided me n my frien , e other ran away....n others totally ignored us!!! there was ONE woman...she went like ''dun wan dun wan..'' then she walked away....(she thought i was sellin e flag)....then i just shout ''it's free!'' she immediately spun around n her eyes widened''free? okok! '' then she just snatched e brochure n e flag...n trotted off...argh! really dun like tis kind of ppl.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-4800279678500664699?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/4800279678500664699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=4800279678500664699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/4800279678500664699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/4800279678500664699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-haha-2day-did-cip-wif-my-cca-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-2596511799173140196</id><published>2007-08-02T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:10:22.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...&lt;br /&gt;          in a veri bad mood 2day...dunno y also...mayb cause of e class deco..i spent e whole night printing those photos ..but efforts not appreciated....argh! 4gt bout it lah....i went 2 gt new specs just now...n then there was tis large lady...LARGE...i m fat..she is LARGE..n she keep leaning over me...2 help me put on specs...n everytime she does dad...i almost gt suffocated...n she's wearing sumthing nt 4 her age n definitely NOT 4 her size...so...yeah...so quite funnyy...i tried veri hard nt 2 laugh k.....then she told me 2 look in e mirror..c if i like e specs....then i saw e constipated expression on my face. even funnier...laugh out loud...hahaha....then she stare at me as if i was sum random person who just escape from woodbridge..haha...oh ya...just now wen i went 2 my piano teacher's house 4 piano lessons...i went 2 wrong block...didn't realise cause just woke up then blur blur one...came out of e lift..dragged my tired feet 2 the door....press e bell...hmm? y the bell gt pig picture....open my eyes big....door unfamiliar....but too late liao....press bell liao...then gt tis woman came 2 e door...u noe..i was carrying tis red bag in my arms..n wen she saw me....(hmph! she thought i was sum kind of sales..girl .. excuse me....i m nt even 18...how can i work..)  she shook her head n said.'' no !no! i dun wan!'' then she closed e door...i mean like..y would sumone like me wan 2 sell her sumthing ...n wad could be in my red bag? funnyy...unbelievable...gosh....just my luck 2 meet a person like her....ok...now...i went down ...make sure i was in e rite block n went into e lift..then there was tis preettyy secondary school girl...(just came back from scholl) she was in e lift wif me too...gosh....then i was standing at e back..she.. in e front...she kept turning back 2 look at me...then she smile each time she look at me...so sweet! argh! i love her! then i went out at e seventh floor...hers was eighth...argh..then she wave bb 2 me!!!! argh! i simply love tis type of ppl...argh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-2596511799173140196?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/2596511799173140196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=2596511799173140196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2596511799173140196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2596511799173140196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-7957802000187464260</id><published>2007-08-01T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T03:26:14.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>full of complaints</title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;     ...ah! finally over..tests 4 tis week finally over!!! yayaya~ but 2morrow deadline 4 my class national day deco thingy..sad....just a few shiny thingy on e windows n dad's it..yep..pathetic lah...then i was screaming my lungs out..tellin e class m suggestions..hanging old photos of singapore river or sumthing like dad  in e classroom....ah....everyone's doin e same thingy....the same old smeellyyy dirttyyy shhhiinnyy thing on e grills...so boring...if we put e photos.....interesting mah....but NO ONE listens 2 me...put urself in my shoes...imagine...u standing out there''classs!!! i gta suggestion!'' (hears talking n more talking..)'' class...class! i gt a suggestion''(gossipping n more gossiping...not even looking at u...u gt angry..decides 2 stomp back 2 seat...but holds temper )'' i suggest that we hang sum old pictures of singapore river around e classroom..'' ( they finally look at u...sensing that SOMEONE IS TALKING 2 THEM...) n then i nd 2 repeat everything all over again..but no choice lah...2morrow deadline..i'm just goin 2 print e pictures n hang it up 2morrow...even they objects....at least we gt a participation lah..   one more thing... school general office ppll no manners one...just came across one just now...really pissed off lah..n just now i saw tis girl screaming at her grandma 4 nt cooking what she wans....she put the box of vegetables(i tink) down....n she went like''  popo! wo bu yao! ni mei ci dou zhu zhe ge...wo bu yao...wo yao ji fan '' i tink dad's what she said....PLEASE ...i feel like goin up 2 her n slap her in e face...tell her off..grandma must have taken lots of effort 2 cook 4 her...n can tell dad she love her granddaughter a lot..argh..cant imagine.. gt such a rude n ungrateful person.....dunno y leh...i seem 2 sympathize wif elderly ppl these days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-7957802000187464260?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/7957802000187464260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=7957802000187464260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7957802000187464260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/7957802000187464260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/08/full-of-complaints.html' title='full of complaints'/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8324252955300565454</id><published>2007-07-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:05:46.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...&lt;br /&gt;             on sat..i went 2 e s.h.e. concert thingy wif BLENDA...haha..wen she came...i thought she'll b so excited n everything...but she was damn quiet in e car...i was like'' did i bring e wrong person???'' haha...then later wen we at the place ..she gt a bit high....then i was tellin her all e embarrassing movements  n actions dad my frien  did wen i brought her e last time...haha....n my arms were sore after holding them up 4 almost e whole concert...well..i really did enjoy tis time...all e nice songs...but... my handphone...my stupid handphone....cannot take clearly...my sister was using my handphone 2 take pictures...while me...i was using blenda's camera  2 take pic..helping her...then blenda was using her own phone....can imagine e scene.....three person hands out...haha... but all e photos i took ..mostly is hebe n ella...i love ELLA!!! selina only haf 3....cause dun like her...then blenda like s.h.e mah....so help her take a few pics wif three of them inside....in e car..i became...a bit h.e. crazy....no 's' cause i dun like selina...haha...few photos my sis &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bploFHuI/AAAAAAAAACY/DkGwx9lTL_4/s1600-h/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bploFHuI/AAAAAAAAACY/DkGwx9lTL_4/s200/DSC00322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092897892403060450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took wif my damn handphone..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bpVoFHrI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj1bhWYMVOo/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bpVoFHrI/AAAAAAAAACA/pj1bhWYMVOo/s200/DSC00308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092897888108093106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bploFHtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/05S8_Kd39DQ/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bploFHtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/05S8_Kd39DQ/s200/DSC00321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092897892403060434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bpVoFHsI/AAAAAAAAACI/-0BMvzhDdk4/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bpVoFHsI/AAAAAAAAACI/-0BMvzhDdk4/s200/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092897888108093122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bZ1oFHpI/AAAAAAAAABw/2jEzdD5jato/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bZ1oFHpI/AAAAAAAAABw/2jEzdD5jato/s200/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092897621820120722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8324252955300565454?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8324252955300565454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8324252955300565454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8324252955300565454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8324252955300565454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey_30.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2bploFHuI/AAAAAAAAACY/DkGwx9lTL_4/s72-c/DSC00322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5614370737019448844</id><published>2007-07-30T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:48:46.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;        ahhhh......candy help me but tis mag wif joey on e front cover....so happy.....2day...mei qi gt a terrible runny nose...she used up 2 n a half tissue pack..:)...she must be feeling terrible...i gt runny nose like dad b4....really bad experience..hmm...i'm drinking tis orangey thingy...mama made me drink...taste like celery wif carrots???yuck!!! sum bits nt grind properly....yuck..2day...mr choo gave us m&amp;ms....at first.. wen he said he'll b giving us m&amp;amp;m... i thought he will give those really big packet..u noe...hehe i noe i greedy lah.....but 2 my disappointment...he gave those triangular small packets...ahya...but still happy...i went around shaking it....pleased wif the ''music'' i made....haha..then went 2 collect vegetable cards from e rest of e classes.....(still shaking m&amp;ms)finally....on my way home...i couldn't wait any longer...so i ripped the m&amp;amp;ms open...''piak''&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XY1oFHoI/AAAAAAAAABo/3bQtDX-nQ3Q/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XY1oFHoI/AAAAAAAAABo/3bQtDX-nQ3Q/s200/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092893206593740418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              m&amp;ms all crushed.......     process of  crushed m&amp;ms..(right 2 left)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XYloFHnI/AAAAAAAAABg/IR1JvyT6K80/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XYloFHnI/AAAAAAAAABg/IR1JvyT6K80/s200/DSC00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092893202298773106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XYloFHmI/AAAAAAAAABY/k7S2FeZDwhg/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XYloFHmI/AAAAAAAAABY/k7S2FeZDwhg/s200/DSC00334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092893202298773090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5614370737019448844?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5614370737019448844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5614370737019448844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5614370737019448844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5614370737019448844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/Rq2XY1oFHoI/AAAAAAAAABo/3bQtDX-nQ3Q/s72-c/DSC00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-2024189713015491332</id><published>2007-07-25T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:38:12.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;    ..argh! i feel so gloomy 2day...just now gtt stupid maths test....argh! after the previous maths test...i gt phoebia of maths already....oh shot! i 4 gt 2 ask 1 purity 2 do their duty...shot!i'm so damn stressed! chinese test...science test...MATHS TEST...SAVE me sumone!!!i goin2 die!!!! stef wanted 2 postpone e ''wedding'' 2 december..tis made me gloomier.....i alr arrange most of the activities on dad day....food also...ai....2day so unlucky....shi min vomited 2day too...ahya...2day is just bad bad bad....later still haf tuition....i never practised my piano 4 like so long...later ''kana '' scolding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-2024189713015491332?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/2024189713015491332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=2024189713015491332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2024189713015491332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2024189713015491332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey_25.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-6242580749355214795</id><published>2007-07-24T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:24:32.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;        2day we had PE  at school..haha ...fun lah..we played netball!!! i was sooo bad at shooting...xin yun gave up on me...:) should haf seen her facial expression wen i missed the ball 5 times ...goeg test!!! i so happy.....i tink i did okay! cause i was like studying like mad the past few days..just now one e way home... i saw a woman buying sum fruits from roadside stall....she ask how much e watermelon cost n the man was like 4.80.....this woman.said..'' kee xiao''...n then she walked away... so rude...gosh....if i was e fruit seller... i'll give her my super sonic kick!..few minutes later...i came across tis little girl bout my age....she seemss like she's waiting 4 sumone.....then she was waving frantically wen i walked 2words her....(of course not waving 2 me lah...) she was waving 2 a boy behind her..then she ran n HUG him.. my mouth was like wide open wen i saw tis....behaving so intimately....in PUBLIC... then e boy carried bag 4 her n even ask her whether she was hungry.. ok lah...it's not like i see situation like this everyday ...so k-po a bit lah......then she said sumthing like  ''how bout u gor? u hungry?'' haha..after i heard tis....so guilty...i thought that they were in a boygirl relationship wen they were actually siblings....haha..我想歪了。。。哈哈哈哈。hmm..i didn't noe such gd brothers exist in tis world....i thought all boys r bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-6242580749355214795?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/6242580749355214795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=6242580749355214795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6242580749355214795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/6242580749355214795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey_24.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-2237165066529960002</id><published>2007-07-23T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T03:03:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;     gtta bad bad running nose.. 2day morning...i reached school super super early...bout 6.20a.m then i sat at e long bench  study geog..i so guai....then suddenly so many ppl came...then everyone down dere all talking..i only e one studying.so pai seh....THEN i heard the name...ho! the mighty mighty name..''rong zu er'' sumone was tellin sumone bout rong zu er's new song ''xiao xiao'' she say veri nice...then she even played it out loud...haha...so happy....2day.. gt monitors meeting....qianyi told me that 2day choosing level co.but 2day not lah...teacher just put me in charge of sum stupid vegetable project....2morrow then choosing level co. kkk..enough of tis monitor thingy...sick of it alr...i love qian yi...she so SWEET....ii loovvveee her...stef gt a bit too high 2day...she saw so eager 2 get married...then  she invited sum of us 2 her''wedding'' at MY HOUSE..she even wrote invitation 2 us durin lesson time...first it was december....but she thought dad that was quite late...so she change e date...september....n den she couldn't wait any longer so she change it 2 august...next month..AT MY HOUSE..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqR8uVoFHkI/AAAAAAAAABE/SLTK_2C0Dcs/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqR8uVoFHkI/AAAAAAAAABE/SLTK_2C0Dcs/s200/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090330614356581954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the invitation...first time i see hand written wedding invitation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-2237165066529960002?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/2237165066529960002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=2237165066529960002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2237165066529960002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/2237165066529960002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-gtta-bad-bad-running-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqR8uVoFHkI/AAAAAAAAABE/SLTK_2C0Dcs/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-8838063404721440204</id><published>2007-07-22T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:41:17.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;   2day went 4 e CIP thingy at bishan park.....so borin.... actually...dotty, me mand,lekky,stef and shimin wanted 2 stay 2gether 4 e whole CIP thingy...but me n stef went 2 throw sumthing away n then we couldn't find them...so we started wondering around ourselves...haha..n we even gt scolded by one person...we were suppose 2 form tis balloon chain or huamn chain thingy ...we were gievn a balloon each n everyone had 2 tie it 2 a string...so after tying...we were actually free 2 roam around bishan park....well..stef n i were bored so we started walking around..''OII!! WAD UR DOIN DOWN HERE..GO BACK TIE BALLOON'' tis woman...she was like practically screaming at us...we tried 2 explain....that we already tied e balloons n were free 2 go...but she didn't even  bother hear us n she screeched''GO GO GO!!!'' o...then after dad i saw tis person wif white long hair......i gt a shock...hehe..i thought was a ghost....stef also saw him....he had long white hair n a beard....stef took a pic of him walking away...hmm..didn't gt her 2 send 2 me...after that ...we met the 4 beauties while walking around...we walked 2gether ..then all of a sudden...stef said that she wanted 2 be MARRIED..yikes! i was like so shocked...such a coincidence...we saw sumbody taking wedding photos....gosh...the bride look like my last year science teacher...n the six of us DO NOT like her...so we were all''o my goshing'' n the ''k-po'' us went closer 2 take a look...c if really our science teacher...haha..luckily not...but the groom look like he's in his fifties while the bride only in her 20s...hmm... weird combination...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljVoFHhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uFVNg2D37Lg/s1600-h/22-07-07_0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljVoFHhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uFVNg2D37Lg/s200/22-07-07_0904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089953292889693714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljloFHiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/68KvPEEdpco/s1600-h/22-07-07_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljloFHiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/68KvPEEdpco/s200/22-07-07_0905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089953297184661026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljloFHjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/loAHv6d7D3E/s1600-h/22-07-07_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljloFHjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/loAHv6d7D3E/s200/22-07-07_0906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089953297184661042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljVoFHgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S8vn2bTdvP8/s1600-h/22-07-07_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljVoFHgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S8vn2bTdvP8/s200/22-07-07_0902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089953292889693698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-8838063404721440204?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/8838063404721440204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=8838063404721440204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8838063404721440204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/8838063404721440204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-2day-went-4-e-cip-thingy-at-bishan.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqMljVoFHhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uFVNg2D37Lg/s72-c/22-07-07_0904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-4446645231264532641</id><published>2007-07-21T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T07:58:30.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;     ....haha decided 2 blog twice 2day..my nose still hurts...wah.....hmm...i miss ann!!! wah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-4446645231264532641?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/4446645231264532641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=4446645231264532641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/4446645231264532641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/4446645231264532641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey_21.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903779218562095664.post-5600624449598433391</id><published>2007-07-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T07:33:06.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey..&lt;br /&gt;        argh veri stressed...but three ppl made 2day fun 4 me!!! haha...just now..xin yun .stef n shi min came 4 science project!!! our 'science project' consist of talking..laughing n more talking...we decided 2 use rice grains 2 purify e water...we use tis rock thingy 2 smash e rice grains n then we tried using it 2 filter water....the water became milky..but surprisingly, it tasted GOOD.. 1hr later....steffi: oh no! stomach pain!(go toilet, few minutes later..) must be ur water lah..... xinyun..n me were like..no leh....we drink also nothin happen...(but we were wrong) 2 hr later.. me: ahyo...i stomach pain leh...i tink really sumthing wrong wif e water....( we didn't wash e rice..)  xin yun concluded: we shouldn't use rice grains ..ppl see already so disgusted..they'll rather drink tap water... haha..n dad cutie shi min was taking photo e whole day.. she tok a funny video of xin yun...&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh...2day so fun...stef gt tis phto of herself in her phone...cute!                &lt;br /&gt; argh i like tis one.!!!                                                                                                                                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqIYt1oFHfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIy4GXI-P0g/s1600-h/18-06-07_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqIYt1oFHfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIy4GXI-P0g/s320/18-06-07_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089657704650448370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqIYt1oFHeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/e4SzCCsZFJg/s1600-h/14-06-07_2241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqIYt1oFHeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/e4SzCCsZFJg/s320/14-06-07_2241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089657704650448354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6903779218562095664-5600624449598433391?l=chocolay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/feeds/5600624449598433391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6903779218562095664&amp;postID=5600624449598433391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5600624449598433391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6903779218562095664/posts/default/5600624449598433391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolay.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>nobody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01057333392909190020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LF5keIQhi0/RqIYt1oFHfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIy4GXI-P0g/s72-c/18-06-07_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
