<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27718484</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:16:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my.mine.me.Chocolate Fudge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27718484.post-116921937631500536</id><published>2007-01-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:09:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beware ants</title><content type='html'>i just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handwriting is getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my geo homework and the words looked okay while i was writing them,&lt;br /&gt;but then when i stopped to observe them... OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were like so damn tiny&lt;br /&gt;the 'tallest' letter was like, only 2mm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear if an ant tried to read whatever i wrote, it would get myopia in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn, is there any way to make one's handwriting grow bigger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116921937631500536?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116921937631500536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116921937631500536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116921937631500536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116921937631500536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2007/01/beware-ants.html' title='beware ants'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116781660420413926</id><published>2007-01-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:30:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day at sch</title><content type='html'>okay, i know i shouldn't be doing this when i have so much to do,&lt;br /&gt;but i have no dicipline =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession: i almost fell asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;o be exact, during social studies.&lt;br /&gt;when the teacher first walked in, it wasn't even the end of recess yet!&lt;br /&gt;so kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n when i first looked at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i know i'm bad to say that, but really, he looks so gay.&lt;br /&gt;n during the lesson, he kept say all that stuff that made everyone damn sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i wasn't the only one sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i can't rmb what he said, because i was so sleeepy.&lt;br /&gt;*YAWN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i also can't tell if i did fall asleep anot,&lt;br /&gt;but if i did, i hould have slept for ONE period. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our english teacher is quite pretty.&lt;br /&gt;n nice to us.&lt;br /&gt;i can't comment any further.&lt;br /&gt;forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i rmb is there are alot of Ng and Eng's in our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;my form n science teacher is Ng wei yi,&lt;br /&gt;my chem teacher is mdm/ms/mrs eng/ng.&lt;br /&gt;i don't rmb the front, n she judt said out her name, so i don't rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was made vice-chair =)&lt;br /&gt;what a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;augustine was made chair.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about me doing the log book.&lt;br /&gt;then scared forget to ask the teacher to sign,&lt;br /&gt;like last yr stef n yw liddat =) (sry)&lt;br /&gt;then royston say can forge the signature,&lt;br /&gt;so bad! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess now ask him to forg all the teachers signature le bah,&lt;br /&gt;so no need for me n augustine to get up at all =)&lt;br /&gt;holiday lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, HAHA, u know what?&lt;br /&gt;my life education teacher is mr. koh.&lt;br /&gt;once in sec1 he took my class's music.&lt;br /&gt;then he made us Sing ~good morning mis-ter koh~&lt;br /&gt;when ever he sang ~good mor-ning boys n girls~&lt;br /&gt;omg, that was one of the GAYest moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo glad he didn't make us do it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps! shoud go do home work now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a bad girl for not doing homework first. =b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116781660420413926?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116781660420413926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116781660420413926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116781660420413926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116781660420413926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-day-at-sch.html' title='1st day at sch'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116774351515993680</id><published>2007-01-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:35:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*actually this post is for yesterday but there was smth wrong with the internet connection, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so... i'm posting it today.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Another year has passed and Santa Claus has grown a few more white hairs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s time to make more New Year resolutions! =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;*masses of protest* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;okay okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Fine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I know I break practically all of them every single year and most of them are more or less forgotten the second I make them &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;BUT… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I will improve, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;so I’m gonna post them this year, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;and all u guys out there must help me remember them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Here goes. ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The New Year resolutions I must remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No1. improve my memory&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;(so that I will not forget my new New Year resolutions)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No2. lose 10kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm, that a bit too bloody ambitious… 5kg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Fine, JUST lose weight =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.3 stop freakin’ swearing so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Shit, I just swore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Oh damn I did it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;What the hell. =I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.4 be more girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;ya, u got it, the infamous crazy kiddy is now trying to be more girly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;But first, can some one buy me the hugo boss black ballish cologne thingie for men?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I know it’s for men,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;But it’s just darn&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;c u t e !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;*swoons*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No5. buy chanel no.5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lol, that wasn’t my idea, it’s vincent’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Nah, think I should just stop copying other ppl’s homework…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;After I copy my holiday homework from other people. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.6 eat more chocolate!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Yae! Finally a resolution that I will enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Research has shown that the coco beans used in chocolate contains flavournoids (sp?) which help reduce the risk of heart problems… smth like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;BUT, it’s greatly beneficial to health with long termed consumption. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Sadly, only dark chocolate that contain 70% and above amounts of coco have pros that outweigh the cons. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.7 indulge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Hei hei, MY horoscope this year has said that I should Not deny any cravings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Actually it said “&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;Don't deny yourself that new experience you've been craving, be it a trip or a class.” Well, indulging in ice-cream IS a experience i’m craving. Isn’t it? ;D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.8 'Aim to make &lt;i&gt;yourself&lt;/i&gt; happy by becoming really, truly intimate with someone.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;(that was part of my horoscope too)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;Well I would be happy if I lost all that flab,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;I CAN become really truly intimate with some one,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;Myself!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;If only I could get past all that flab.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.9 get more ang pao/bao&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;Gosh, I can’t even spell that red coloured packet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;Any way, all you married couples out there,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;Remember you must help me with my New Year resolutions! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;A good way to start is by preparing more $$ in this year’s red packet =d&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;and remember my red packet =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="t12verbk"&gt;&lt;span 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resolutions'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116600543772393147</id><published>2006-12-13T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:23:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the 13th!</title><content type='html'>nooo! it's the 13th ofdec, doomsday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could this happen to meee~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;the 13 unlucky thing that will make up the 13times unlucky day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;1.walking under a ladder to the kitchen to get a bar of chocolate containing 13 pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;2.eating the bar of chocolate cotaining 13 pieces, then being guilty and pigging on another 12bars cotaining 13 pieces each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;3.walking 13x2 times under the ladder to get those other 12 bars of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;4.feeling sick with urself and going out for a walk to walk of the calories, u find out it's raining so u open a umbrella INSIDE before going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;5. u open n close ur unbrella another 12 times because; u had to change ur shoes to flip-flops, u had to close the windows, then u were thirsty, u had to got to the toilet, u forgot ur key, someone called, u found ur pant's had a hole, finally realised the ladder was bad luck and put it back, thought after all u'd done should be worth enough calories *open close*sat down, though better of it and opened it again, realised it had a hole and changed another one and opened it before realising it wasn;\'t raning any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;6. u finally got out and say the cat-lady next door holding 13 black kittens to be given out as she couldn't afford to keep them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;7. on ur way, u passed by a mac and went in cuz u couldn't resist the scent, ordered a pack of offer fries that cost $1.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;8.ate 13 fries before feeling sickned with urself for eating so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;9.throwing the rest of it into bin no.13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;10.as u walked back, bus 13 ran into a puddle n u got splashed head to toe in dirty water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;11.u took the stairs in order to lose more calories but couldn't tahan when u reached the 13th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;12.u went up the rest of the way in the lift and took a shower, the shower broke down after 13 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;13. by then it was only 13mins past one o'clock in the afternoon. 13:13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;probably 13 seconds too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #ffccff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-am-getting-fatter.blogspot.com"&gt;http://i-am-getting-fatter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116600543772393147?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116600543772393147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116600543772393147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116600543772393147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116600543772393147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-13th.html' title='it&apos;s the 13th!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116590995565379948</id><published>2006-12-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:55:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make a wish!</title><content type='html'>yae yae yae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my birthday TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;nah, nah, nah. so wish me a happy birthday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a cupcake,&lt;br /&gt;with a candle on top,&lt;br /&gt;let me make 3 small wishes,&lt;br /&gt;one for you,&lt;br /&gt;and one for me,&lt;br /&gt;the last is never to be revealed~&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo~ *extinguishes candle with saliva*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna eat some cake,&lt;br /&gt;pizza, and some cheapo 99cents sushi.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care cuz it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY BIRTHday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yae, my mom bought me a special cake today, yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;all birthday cakes are special, yup yup,&lt;br /&gt;but my cake is EXTRA special with all capital letters =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;no, i won't tell you why, it won't be so special after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! okay!&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand the suspense!&lt;br /&gt;it's not everyday you turn fourteen on 12th dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cake is actually not, a whole cake.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;it's made up of many different pieces of seperate slices.&lt;br /&gt;so now my 'cake' is actually many slices of yummy calorie loaded cakes!&lt;br /&gt;so i've got tiramisu, chocolate fudge, black forest, american cheesecake, Oreo mint cake, strawberry cake, coffee cake and almond too!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy, it's gonna be in my tummy after Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;WAHharharhar&lt;br /&gt;all u skinny twiggies out there. . .&lt;br /&gt;ENVY me! be JEALOUS! cuz i'm gonna lavish the cakes one by scrumti-licious one.&lt;br /&gt;HaHa, and i'm gonna eat them Right in front of YOU!&lt;br /&gt;and don't pertend you don't care, cuz i know ur aneroxic bodies are Craving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shit*&lt;br /&gt;how could i be so evil on my birthday, forgive me god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays should be a Pleasant event, with Civilised people,&lt;br /&gt;Elegantly eating their cakes with the Proper forks and their Pinkies UP.&lt;br /&gt;NOT, a Raucous party, with monkeys Swinging on the chandelier,&lt;br /&gt;Throwing the cake , and the people below Devouring what's left of the cake with Whatever fork they can find in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the monkeys maybe alittle over the top,&lt;br /&gt;but i would have liked them (if they do not have rabies) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, but actually most of the we just eat the cake on a foam disposable plate&lt;br /&gt;with an equally disosable fork so no one has to do the washing.&lt;br /&gt;then we throw Them into the disposable plastic bag in the not-so-disposable bin.&lt;br /&gt;then the plates start to decompose and give of CFCs into the environment,&lt;br /&gt;which in turn will destroy the ozone layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH god! i'm such a BAD birthday girl. . . *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU everyone who wished me a happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you all a happy belated birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you people for staying up late, when you could sleep early,&lt;br /&gt;just to wish me happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank my papa, my mama,&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;my crappy brother, my non-existence Maria and Yati,&lt;br /&gt;*SoB*&lt;br /&gt;the people at Han's who made my Special birthday cake and the monkeys who don't have rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all so much =)&lt;br /&gt;although i've been such a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me for all the bad things i've done this year because i don't want any more bad karma points. i'm going to leave a eraser and a correction tape with your christmas cookies this time so you don't have to go to Popular @ the north pole for them. please forgive the monkeys for throwing the cakes too. i don't think they have rabies, so you can leave them a christmas present too. please send me some non-CFCs disposable plates and give me back my metalbolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you,&lt;br /&gt;and Amen.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. share your cookies with Mrs.claus, it'll help with your pot belly too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-The Bad Birthday Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116590995565379948?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116590995565379948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116590995565379948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116590995565379948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116590995565379948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-wish.html' title='make a wish!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116581533745858745</id><published>2006-12-11T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:35:37.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ching ching blues</title><content type='html'>i think i'm having PMS.&lt;br /&gt;post-money-symptom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor! i'm felling stressed!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any money!!!   &lt;br /&gt;my hands are itchy, i want to stalk people in shopping malls,&lt;br /&gt;i have a craving to buy everything in sight, i want to play 5-stones with my change,&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to use $50 notes as my toilet paper!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how, how, How?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dreaming of of a 24-carat star shaped diamond for the top of my tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. . . i &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to spend Money.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from the ching-ching blues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money isn't everything_&lt;br /&gt;for everthing else_&lt;br /&gt;there's Mastercard._&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT I DON'T HAVE A MASTERCARD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tune of 'white christmas'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm dreaming of a mas-ter card,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like the ones in the TV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the days go by, my stocking is still missing~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of that pla-ti-nium mastercard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BooHoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the ching ching blues =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116581533745858745?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116581533745858745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116581533745858745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116581533745858745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116581533745858745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/12/ching-ching-blues.html' title='ching ching blues'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116575760658439420</id><published>2006-12-10T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:33:26.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back, again.</title><content type='html'>ouch, my arms and legs ached,&lt;br /&gt;was aching and still aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from my dairy farm camp =)&lt;br /&gt;actually, i have NO idea why on earth they called it a Dairy Farm camp.&lt;br /&gt;as far as i could see, i could seriously Not hear any mooing or cow dung smell whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;they even didn't serve and dairy products!&lt;br /&gt;no milk, no cheese, no margerine or even butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then only thing we ate alot of was chicken.&lt;br /&gt;fried chicken at lunch, chicken wings at dinner, chicken sausages at supper blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;is chicken in anyway related to cows?!&lt;br /&gt;like maybe at night they go back to speaking their own languages?&lt;br /&gt;imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;chickens going &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cows going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; POK-pok-keh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;creepy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, overall, i had alot of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;i did abseiling, flying fox, rock climbing, and high elements.&lt;br /&gt;whoots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALPHA! *&lt;strong&gt;woooooooooo!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then uncle at the abseiling station was so nice! he was like this funnier, cooler version of krishnan.so much nicer =)&lt;br /&gt;he even had an earring!&lt;br /&gt;a tiny gold one with a red jewel in the middle =D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, abseiling is not as scary as it looks, u'll only get alittle nervous at the start&lt;br /&gt;but it's serious fun! yae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman who was in charged of the she was quite impatient if u didn't do things right or smth but she's still cool.&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of the tower u could hear the Lyrics of the songs she was playing from the top where ur suppose to abseil from.&lt;br /&gt;it's like this one long line where u'll be harnessed to and then u just ZIp down from the top to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;then while she was doing a demo to us in what we were suppose to do, she kept calling those she dragged out to do the demo, DAH-lings.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was quite scary at the begining, u will feel like u were falling falling down and down and down. . .&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly u got JERKED back then u will be half sliding half 'bouncing' the rest of the way,&lt;br /&gt;kinda like swing. so FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rock climbing was okay, just that my arms got tired after holding too long.&lt;br /&gt;hais, lol, mei chi fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high elements, u have to climb up this pole with 'staples' in them, iron pieces that look like staples.&lt;br /&gt;then balance on a single string with another two ropes at your side for support.&lt;br /&gt;and then u just walk across.&lt;br /&gt;there's another one where u have to climb across a rope net thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like for alot of them u have to grip on really tightly so in the end my hand was so jellyish.&lt;br /&gt;actually, everyone's hand was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god! i suddenly remembered!&lt;br /&gt;oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;how could i!&lt;br /&gt;oh my darling, i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i should die in the the toilet bowl for forgetting this!&lt;br /&gt;sweety, darling, please forgive me. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, my DArLing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HANDPHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget your &lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY DARH-LING DEAR HANDPHONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's MY turn too in a two more days ppl, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to miiiii~&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to miiiii~&lt;br /&gt;happy BIRTH-day to miii-ee,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday tOOOOO~ ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*woooo!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't give me a cow or chicken for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;sorry people, no cows or fresh milk for you either. =b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116575760658439420?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116575760658439420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116575760658439420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116575760658439420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116575760658439420'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;(alothough i prefer a korean hunk, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of i promise to miss me some fresh milk form the diary farm =D&lt;br /&gt;okay, think i will end here since i have nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u want a cow i'll be glad to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;just remember to miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116546470136719176?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116546470136719176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116546470136719176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116546470136719176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING.ANYTHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVREYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING.EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .that was so lame. . .&lt;br /&gt;the lame-est thing i have &lt;em&gt;ever &lt;/em&gt;done since Hades knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to do, so that makes it all right.&lt;br /&gt;because i have the right to be lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; bored people have a right to be lame, simply because they have nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might declare, "oh, there's loads to do!"&lt;br /&gt;"like what?", i may say.&lt;br /&gt;"well, helping with the housework, read next year's textbooks, clean the toilets-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2201/2924/1600/636912/sayings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2201/2924/320/312682/sayings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2201/2924/1600/35824/sayings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2201/2924/320/854396/sayings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2201/2924/1600/820658/062802beat_prv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2201/2924/320/232698/062802beat_prv.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt; you deserve this if u were going to say something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's boring boring boring.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bored bored bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth hurts_&lt;br /&gt;i know that_&lt;br /&gt;but no one told me it would make you fat also!_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, fact the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T H E . T R U T H . M A K E S . Y O U . &lt;strong&gt;F A T&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck at home likebubblegum to PCK's dirty, yellow boots.&lt;br /&gt;eating ice-cream and carrot sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;was i indebt to the carrot sticks and ice-creams in my past life to have deserverd this!&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was supposed to be a &lt;strong&gt;male&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;mathmatician &lt;/em&gt;in my previous life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, maybe the ice-creams and carrot sticks were females who were brutally &lt;em&gt;murdered &lt;/em&gt;by me in their past lives?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the carrot sticks were the ones being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chopped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;up by me?&lt;br /&gt;what about the ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;heehee, perhaps i pushed then into the oven like in hansel &amp; gretel, and they &lt;em&gt;melted&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;or did i take them out for a walk and their thick-as-peat make-up melt in the sun and then. . .&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; drowned/ sufoccated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  in their own make-up?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;shivers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww, g r o s s .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i will never wear make-up when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry carrot sticks and ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;espically you ice-cream, it wasn't my fault you know.&lt;br /&gt;i had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't come back as calories to haunt me. . .&lt;br /&gt;i can burn you a sample of the new Mabeline lightweight foundation if you like.&lt;br /&gt;as for you, carrot sticks. . . i'll poop more to let your descendants flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go to poop now. . .&lt;br /&gt;might as well clean the toilets too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116479311898923766?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116479311898923766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116479311898923766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116479311898923766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116479311898923766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/11/anything-and-everything.html' title='anything and everything'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116291290516905009</id><published>2006-11-07T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:45:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enlightenment ; aka. OMmm-ness</title><content type='html'>forgive me . . . i'm bored&lt;br /&gt;.again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's get back to business&lt;br /&gt;do you ever ponder about what a title really means?&lt;br /&gt;like, as in, the lyrics don't make any sense,&lt;br /&gt;or the title doesn't relate at to whatever the weird lyrics are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the *coughcough* awe-inspiring, Guru of Music (GM) is here to enlighten you humble mortals of the source of you distress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #1: justin timberlake- &lt;em&gt;sexyback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;verdict&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;/em&gt;throughout the song, the most frequently mentioned word is... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you guessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sexyback. so the most likely thing is that. . .well, he's obsessed with his &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks it's sexy. apparently, his back is sexy enough for him to dedicate a song. i can't&lt;br /&gt;say it for myself because i have &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; seen his back before. anyway, given the choice, i&lt;br /&gt;would chose someone sexier like . . . idunno, johnny depp?(whats-his-name?)x-men's&lt;br /&gt;wolverine. woohhh! THAT would be hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #2: fergie-&lt;em&gt;london bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;verdict&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;/em&gt; i think this is just a case of a mix up on the types of bridges. like in her lyrics "how&lt;br /&gt;come everytime you come around my london bridge, i wanna go down like..." for your&lt;br /&gt;information fergie, london bridge did NOT &lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt; down, it &lt;strong&gt;fell&lt;/strong&gt; down. and i think she&lt;br /&gt;confused london bridge with those kinda bridges that breaks into two to allow the ship&lt;br /&gt;to pass through as stated in "part the seas don't be havin' me in the line".poor fergie, u&lt;br /&gt;party too much girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #3: robbie williams-&lt;em&gt;rudebox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;verdict&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; this seems to be asocciated with children. like... 'stop being so &lt;strong&gt;rude&lt;/strong&gt;, go to the&lt;strong&gt; box!&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;and also in the lyrics "okay now, back to basics" suggests that he's refering to children,&lt;br /&gt;as in they are the&lt;strong&gt; basic building blocks&lt;/strong&gt; of the society, like from a zygote to an&lt;br /&gt;embroy. seems like children are a nasty bunch to him as shown in the lyrics 'your so&lt;br /&gt;nasty'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case #4:jibbs- &lt;em&gt;chain hang low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why he did this song in the first place i have totally no idea. maybe he was trying to&lt;br /&gt;copy justin timberlake in his obsession of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sexybacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, except that jibbs obsession was in&lt;br /&gt;the era where their metal &lt;strong&gt;chains hung low&lt;/strong&gt; from their even lower slung pants.&lt;br /&gt;but copycats aren't welcomed in the music industry.a word of advice boy; forget it, that&lt;br /&gt;era is not coming back,so forget 'bout &lt;em&gt;hanging 'em low&lt;/em&gt; and leave them for the salvation&lt;br /&gt;army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the enlightenment stops here for now,&lt;br /&gt;gurus need rest from all the watts produces from so much en-lightening&lt;br /&gt;just as en-suits make you wear so many suit for all that dinner parties going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, a last word before i go my friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;MAY . THE . WATTS . BE . WITH . YOU&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/27718484-116291290516905009?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116291290516905009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116291290516905009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116291290516905009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116291290516905009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/11/enlightenment-aka-ommm-ness.html' title='enlightenment ; aka. OMmm-ness'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116237793541808512</id><published>2006-11-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:45:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>oh god&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;there's totally nothing to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, Why ... WHY does everyone i know seems to have gone overseas?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so alone here people!&lt;br /&gt;come back you all from your stupid vacations n die here with me!&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o k a y. . .&lt;br /&gt;forget it&lt;br /&gt;i hope all of u will burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;while i drop-dead with boredom on a plate of sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps~&lt;br /&gt;i said the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;no bitching these 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zips mouth, lock it, throws away key*&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;-i'm ready for that plate of sushi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116237793541808512?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116237793541808512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116237793541808512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116237793541808512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116237793541808512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116210567024467090</id><published>2006-10-29T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:07:50.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to buy a butt cushion</title><content type='html'>yes&lt;br /&gt;i reallyyy&lt;em&gt; need &lt;/em&gt;to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;buy a butt cushion&lt;br /&gt;with straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast park to cycle yesterday&lt;br /&gt;with me, stef n jean&lt;br /&gt;the journey was super-longdeliciously, long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us nearly fell asleep,&lt;br /&gt;in the end me and jean started sitting in totally chor loh positions like;&lt;br /&gt;taking a seat each n leaning our backs on the windows while resting our legs on the other seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we started to do alot of boh liao things like comment on car colours,&lt;br /&gt;complaining about how pathetic we were on wanting to sleep so early in the day&lt;br /&gt;and that if we owned cars, what colours would they be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stef was just siting demurely at another seat listening to her damn music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;act mature&lt;/strong&gt; = q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that jean wanted &lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;cars.&lt;br /&gt;one pink, one green and one orange&lt;br /&gt;crazy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she was going on about having matching clothes shoes n phone covers&lt;br /&gt;when i suggested that she should dye her hair a matching colour too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached our destination ( finally!)&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that stef's bladder problem was acting up again&lt;br /&gt;at cp=1 time&lt;br /&gt;at katong plaza=1 time&lt;br /&gt;at east coast=1 time&lt;br /&gt;at katong plaza opon returning=1 time&lt;br /&gt;at tampines mall=1 time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total times she went; 5&lt;br /&gt;me n jean only went once the whole trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at east coast park;&lt;br /&gt;the bicycle rental rate sucked, a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;$16 for two hours + one hour free, it was so damn ex-pen-ssive&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing was, the bicycle had to scyn!&lt;br /&gt;so when jean started paddling at first i couldn't get the tempo of it,&lt;br /&gt;so the bloody back paddles kept spinning on their own and hiting my poor legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went: &lt;strong&gt;woah. woah OUCH!!! &lt;/strong&gt;oww, oww, owW~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jean went: ahh, woah . . .&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AHHHH!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so me n her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;went woah-ing and ahh-ing for like dunno how long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was so MANY  hairy ang mohs starring at us.&lt;br /&gt;damn embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily the noise pollution went down after a while... heng sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, i found out that the seats hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and then me n jean started complaining like hell on how the seats were horrible n how our butts hurt like hell as well as a discussion on the bringing of butt cushions with straps on them for our next cycling trip, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n stef was just there cycling along &lt;strong&gt;shuang-ly&lt;/strong&gt; on her single, comfy bike.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some how the discussion went to become a debate on which butt cushioning method would work the best.&lt;br /&gt;i just thought that wearing thicker pants would help&lt;br /&gt;but then jean got the idea of &lt;em&gt;stuffing&lt;/em&gt; cotton wool in the seat of the pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the beach to rest our poor butts.&lt;br /&gt;one word for it;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SHIOK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just doodled in the sand on stuff n jean was totally obsessed with calling herself MRS.FONG aka, wife of alex fong. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went on top of the rocky thingie to rest and the wind was all blowing n stuff so it was actually very cooling.&lt;br /&gt;kinda &lt;em&gt;romantic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jean started adding to the mood by playing all types of love songs.&lt;br /&gt;then i complained that i didn't have any so she sent me one by jakie chan n someone else&lt;br /&gt;quite old, called endless love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out i couldn't play it. shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole day turned out quite nicely and all our hair got turned into imitations of mr.porcupine by hair stylist; typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after stef went home, jean n i went to pick up some stuff at cold sotrage n value for the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it freakin made us feel like housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were lugging bags of marshmellow,chocolate bars, ice-cream cones, a 8pack box of titbits, and a mini bottle of hershey egg shell fudge.&lt;br /&gt;u better be grateful sexxay 6c's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened to jean when she asked if we need a basket at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate housewives;&lt;br /&gt;desperate for a basket and looking like bona fide, 14-year-old housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end jean went to get a basket while i went to look at sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;before going, she retorted back; but housewives do not have to buy enough junk food to feed 30 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;groceries bought, next stop... &lt;strong&gt;value&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought some plates, forks, spoons, pink n blue bowls, as well as 2 notebooks for signing.&lt;br /&gt;conserve ppl, conserve.&lt;br /&gt;cuz we might not have enough plates/forks/spoons/bowls to go round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls sign the books for me n jean before leaving,&lt;br /&gt;pens will be provided,&lt;br /&gt;just don't take them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do;&lt;br /&gt;big momma is going to come from hollywood n spank ur butts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116210567024467090?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116210567024467090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116210567024467090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116210567024467090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116210567024467090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-to-buy-butt-cushion.html' title='i need to buy a butt cushion'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116192774830784535</id><published>2006-10-27T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:42:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6c ppl... here i come!</title><content type='html'>woohoo! 6c chio bu's, shuai ge's, xiao char boh's n retards . . .&lt;br /&gt;   i have good and bad news for all of u&lt;br /&gt; which d'ya want to hear first?&lt;br /&gt; of course the good news first loh, the ppl of 6c got bad news die die will also dun wan hear de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news . . . will have a 6c gathering on 20th nov(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;date not really confirm), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if can go pls don't tell me, go tell jean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; will be held at the function room.&lt;br /&gt;those that want to swim pls come early at bout 4 or 4.30&lt;br /&gt; or those that got nth to do can also come early. . . but don't expect to be anything to do for u &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unless u want to clean the toilets for the aunties  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those that don't want to swim OR clean toilets, u may come later at bout 5.30 (p.m pls&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, don't want any one calling us at unearthly hours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;meet at rangun(sp?) lrt station, call jean upon reaching. the pool is directly in front of the function room so there is no chance of getting lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for bathrooms; take the function room a north, the guys toilet will be on the west n the girls on the east.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male perverts; pls don't go to the females toilet by 'accident', females this applies to u too; don't go to the males toilet.&lt;br /&gt;btw, each toilet only has two cubicles for bathing(not sure for male toilet), so those that are swimming will just have to take turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be holding a mini 'tour' when u ppl arrive, &lt;em&gt;just in case&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be pizza, pasta, marshmellows, chocolate, ice-cream, fudge, thousand and thousands, garlic bread n other goodies. so the bad news is that those not going will be missing out on all of the above! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too bad, too sad, but we're gonna eat ur share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each person will have to pay $8. nett. in cash. &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; credit cards or cheque. &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; ez-link cards either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not MacDonalds ppl. neither is it the bird stall where u can use a platinium master card like bloody richard did. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although we wouldn't mind is you gave us the whole card =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think jean has just set up a class webbie though, but i can't blippin' go in cus of the name.&lt;br /&gt;think she also has the date changed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*** it man, change the date jean . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116192774830784535?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116192774830784535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116192774830784535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116192774830784535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116192774830784535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/10/6c-ppl-here-i-come.html' title='6c ppl... here i come!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116157806331180401</id><published>2006-10-23T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:41:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bloody SIMS2 won't load !</title><content type='html'>haven't posted in quite awhile . . .&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling sian. . .&lt;br /&gt;so i got this from &lt;strong&gt;jean&lt;/strong&gt; who &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it from &lt;strong&gt;michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;Italise the statements that you WISH were true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss someone right now&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have tried marojuana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I carry a knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im totally smart. HAHAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a lot of friends&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hate anyone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in God&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.I've rejected someone before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for my best friend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get f ree candy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went collage out of state.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausages&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I'm doing this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't whistle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can move my tongue in wave, much like a snake's slither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my roon when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are those who deserve being stabbed in their backs.&lt;br /&gt;#o1.me&lt;br /&gt;#o2. me&lt;br /&gt;#o3. me&lt;br /&gt;#o4. me&lt;br /&gt;#o5. my teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o m g ... i'm so bored again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116157806331180401?l=coldchocolatefudge.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-27718484.post-116089303394238448</id><published>2006-10-15T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:21:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored to death in 4secs flat</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt; i'm actually getting b o r e d . . . &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how can this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's just after the exams and i'm getting B.O.R.E.D!!!???&lt;br /&gt; this is like a &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taboo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; word, like i'm supposed to have &lt;strong&gt;alot &lt;/strong&gt;of thing on my list of things-to-do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; like for example: get a life&lt;br /&gt;                                jump in the pool&lt;br /&gt;                               go crazy and, kill everyone in the streets?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; you know, &lt;/em&gt;anything?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and besides that, i just ate &lt;strong&gt;curry&lt;/strong&gt; for breakfast . . . and now i've got a tummy ach. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; has any one bought a voodoo doll and put my name up on it?&lt;br /&gt; a purple voodoo doll perhaps? one with mushroom hair?&lt;br /&gt; or one that say's '&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bugis market'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when pressed in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i. am . so . bored . out . of . my . guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my eyes are popping out, my digestive system is rotting, i have 2 appendix.&lt;br /&gt; okay, i'm lying. but that's just because i'm bored okay... it's counted as a white lie.&lt;br /&gt; and white lies don't count as lie, so there. I=&lt;br /&gt; but everyone seems to have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; vincent is obsessed with &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRISON BREAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;chocolate cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; stef is obsessed with chioing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAPLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; probably wx is too . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ec is . . . obsessed with, er . . . god knows what&lt;br /&gt; zm can't be obsessed cuz she has fever =( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but at least she has something to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; qh is away on short vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and most of all jean is obsessed with cute hong kong guys &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alex fong &lt;/strong&gt;is her LAOGONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I WANT TO BE OBSESSED WITH SOMETHING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; maybe i should take up terrorism as a profession . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you know. . .like, people running in the streets, screaming/tearing their hair out&lt;/span&gt; and then i shall be in the middle or all this chaos, holding a rapid-fire, state-of-the-art, rifle while laughing my evil laugh; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BWAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sadist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but there are some problems, 1. i don't have a a rapid fire, state of the art, rifle.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      2.and have no idea how to get one.&lt;br /&gt;                                                      3.even if i did i wouldn't have the money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; maybe i should become a WDM dealer instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; okay, nevermind, tummy ache's gone... hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116089303394238448?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116089303394238448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116089303394238448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116089303394238448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116089303394238448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-to-death-in-4secs-flat.html' title='bored to death in 4secs flat'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-116080889180229109</id><published>2006-10-14T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:47:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back people!</title><content type='html'>o m g~&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling i'm going to flunk chinese, math, history, geo, art and blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but WHO CARES man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;F . R . E . E&lt;/span&gt; man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i believe i can fly, i believe i can touch the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i shall start to worship sleeping from today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh hail the mighty zzZZzZZzzzZZz who brings us the humble mortals rest,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although we may snore, drool or sleep or talking our dreams,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell secrets we shouldn't, or do unsightly things in our sleep,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we still love you oh mighty sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you once again for this gift of momentarily death. . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amen~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but thou shall not worship majong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thou thinks majong is a curse on thou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to play majong at ec house yesterday, took some time to get the hang of it. damn wx, ec and vincent for wining! wx n ec keep wining! what hu! also qh n zm win bout 2(?) times also! then me n stef is like always almost hu but then some idiot will suddenly hu! omg... i'm going to burst a blood vessel soon. most of the time me n stef have a &lt;em&gt;really nice&lt;/em&gt; suite but most of them were not vaild cuz of a   S t u p i d   flower tile we did not have. and then zm n qh keep stealing out tiles! they keep peng/pong-ing OUR tiles that we want to CHI!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*PoP*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, there goes my blood vessel.&lt;/em&gt;  and speaking of CHI, haha, vincent was hilarious! every time he wanted to 'eat' a tile from the person before him, he would say in a VERRY prima donna, high-pitched voice "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and then take the tile with a uber smug, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i-gonna-win-this-time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then everyone started saying chi. so the room was like, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CHI        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHI         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;CHI          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHI                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also, when any tile came out, he would be like super high strung and the immediately put a hand over it while saying &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'what tile! what tile isit!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then when it wasn't the tile he wanted then he would sudenly relax and say; oh, i don't need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;, goosebumps are all appearing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when any one took a long time to throw a tile, everyone would just be like, 'fasterfasterfaster!" then when it was a tile that no one needed, evert one would say &lt;strong&gt;"CHEY"&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm soo happy that the exams are over.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going escape tmr! let's SCREAM! S-C-R-E-A-M!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now , i have time to get my metalbolism back. harharhar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-116080889180229109?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/116080889180229109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=116080889180229109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116080889180229109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/116080889180229109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-people.html' title='i&apos;m back people!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115926047454662287</id><published>2006-09-26T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:55:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two more weeks and i'm free!</title><content type='html'>this post will have to last two weeks&lt;br /&gt;exams round the bend, no time to lose&lt;br /&gt;studying is like pooping, you hate it, but it's necassary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, is a special day..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BurpDAY stef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to business.&lt;br /&gt;today in music, ROFL &amp;amp; LMAO made a special blog post &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like, bloody lame, but good ...&lt;br /&gt;then in the middle of it all, guess what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE FREAKIN' COMPUTER OFF-ed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously since we didn't save that post... you know what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;URRGH...thinking of it just makes the chocolate bananas &lt;em&gt;poop&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; everyone's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;computer was turned off by the teacher&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; just because it was the end of the lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...couldn't she just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASK... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it like... cause her to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;drop dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or smth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we went back to class, me and stef racked our brains in order to salvage that &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;piece of art we did in music, here's the conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO: heehee, today's a special day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL: wahahaha, nth to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO:we should say &lt;strong&gt;HALLO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL: we should say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEE SIAM MAI HUM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO: wah kao! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wan compare in size isit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;neah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i didn't say leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sooo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dramtic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO: drama mama. lol&lt;br /&gt;*that's when the computer turned off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya... got back my science paper today..you know what? i actually PASSED. o m g. i still can't believe IT, the birthday gir's luck must have somehow rubbed on me.. heehee&lt;br /&gt;so happy that i could jump to god knows where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i actually got 20/25, what a m i r a c l e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pride comes before a fall...&lt;br /&gt;so during the same lesson, i found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Syphilis, can eventually lead to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, paralysis, and even death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo dead.&lt;br /&gt;it's only a matter of time before i'm paralysis and sent to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye mother earth... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye my friends... i'll be burning my guts out in hell...*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sheds tear&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got an idea for a sims2 cartoon i'm going to make.&lt;br /&gt;actually the idea was from some website...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to altering the concept just a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;in it i'm going to play the role as&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cupid-in-training&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to let a few characters that i've created make their own choices... and i'll be taking snapshots of their life, and try to interprete what on earth i think their saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when things are not going &lt;strong&gt;the holy way&lt;/strong&gt;, then i'll step in for a&lt;em&gt; little... guidance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it kinda like a sims reality show...&lt;br /&gt;without the real poeple's 'reality' in it.&lt;br /&gt;as in... i &lt;strong&gt;mean sims are not real&lt;/strong&gt; so there can't really be a 'reality' for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... if you get what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sort of a 'draft' on the characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-christopher robins &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(grown up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;osmar (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;barbie's grandaddie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-barbie &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hey..every show needs a babe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomdickharry(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anomyous block on the block)optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i might add another babe or smth to add some spice.&lt;br /&gt;heehee. christopher robins is suppose to have abandoned winnie the pooh in his childhood and now has a fetish for WDMs... barbie should play the role of the 'sluty' bimbo that every guy is suppose to lust after&lt;br /&gt;... but who know's? i'm not supposed to butt in... am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gives innocent smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115926047454662287?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115926047454662287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115926047454662287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115926047454662287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115926047454662287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-more-weeks-and-im-free.html' title='two more weeks and i&apos;m free!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115814437308379626</id><published>2006-09-13T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:46:13.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home econs catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cooking is such a perfect recipe for disasters&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; honestly, i can't bake a cake to save my life.&lt;br /&gt; i have no idae whatsoever on why my cakes &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; come out of the oven looking like a&lt;br /&gt; lava-less volcano.&lt;br /&gt; i really don't know what went wrong. i did &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; exactly by the book but it it just rises&lt;br /&gt; only in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/procake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/procake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;reminds me of a hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; my hump, my hump my hump, my hump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; my lovely lady lumps...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *shivers in revulsion*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i hate apple strudels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; they look so innocently easy to make that i became a fool!&lt;br /&gt; yeah right...&lt;br /&gt; just butter,flour,salt,eggs,raisins,cinammon,apples,sugar&lt;br /&gt; *ping* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my microwave fairywaves a wand, and out comes a flaky piping hot heavenly smelling strudel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just my wishful thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in fact it was totally the opposite&lt;br /&gt; what came out resembled a apple-juice-leaking, burnt, rock-hard, shrunken sausage &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; errm... okay... actually the apple juice part was my fault&lt;br /&gt; i was supposed to use rasins too&lt;br /&gt; but we didn't have any in the house&lt;br /&gt; so, impulsively, i substituted the raisins for another apple&lt;br /&gt; obviously an apple has alot of juice, much more than raisins&lt;br /&gt; but i was too stupid to realise that&lt;br /&gt; so the filling became&lt;em&gt; reallly &lt;/em&gt;watery... and it all 'leaked out'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the burnt n shrunken part was NOT my fault&lt;br /&gt; the strudel, for some unknown reason, just had something against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the 'harden' strudel was more of the book's fault&lt;br /&gt; it didn't tell me i had to bloody fold-n-freeze it to produce the flaky effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so the result was a total failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i'm not the only one in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; haha.some one else is worse. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  the french toast n iced-milo incident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; t'was a bright sunny day in schol and it was home econs.&lt;br /&gt;       "today, we are going to make french toast and iced milo. each of you take an egg, sugar, and  a piece of bread for your french toast and two teaspoonfuls of milo powder and 200ml of water&lt;br /&gt; for your iced milo...", and the teacher proceeded onto the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; though the instructions were clear, cs managed to raise the blood pressure of our teacher.&lt;br /&gt; by adding the milo powder to the eggs. maybe he was trying to make something new, like, milo&lt;br /&gt; eggs and iced toast?! who knows? any how, i could already see a blood vein threatening to burst&lt;br /&gt; in her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so in the end cs had to throw the milo-egg away.&lt;br /&gt; pity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it might have tasted nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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-27718484.post-115761337405970111</id><published>2006-09-07T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T15:16:52.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quit</title><content type='html'>i'm depressed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can think of is how my blog sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm going to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;perhaps if that woman above gave me what's in her hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115761337405970111?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115761337405970111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115761337405970111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115761337405970111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115761337405970111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/09/quit.html' title='quit'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115739201173135655</id><published>2006-09-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:43:01.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K dramas!</title><content type='html'>I , Ms lim jia yuan, officially ....&lt;br /&gt;LOVE K-Dramas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and korean songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even dreamt bout goong once&lt;br /&gt;n i didn't sleep for 1 night just to watch my lovely sam soon..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm kinda ruining my lame blog like this,&lt;br /&gt;but this post is specially dedicated to all the k dramas i've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers in paris&lt;br /&gt;millionaire's first love&lt;br /&gt;winter sonata&lt;br /&gt;da chang jin&lt;br /&gt;the king and the clown&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (okay..i only watched the mv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lovely sam soon&lt;br /&gt;palace/goong/princess hours&lt;br /&gt;stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some i did not write down cuz i don't know the english title. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way although most korean dramas are of a love triangle or square&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... cube... watever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the plot and the settings are different&lt;br /&gt;and that's what matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how much tears i've shed for them!&lt;br /&gt;i probably need the sahara desert to dry them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cry my insides out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SOBBB* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bloody culprit is &lt;strong&gt;goong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's so touching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that after holidays i think i'm gonna come back to school looking like some red-eyed monster freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Hours is a drama that starts with the interesting premise.&lt;br /&gt;What if modern Korea were a constitutional monarchy with a king?&lt;br /&gt;and offers two types of fun the romance arising between a noble prince and an ordinary girl, and the familiarity of all this happening in modern-day Korea.&lt;br /&gt;A perfect boy from a noble bloodline, with good looks and a sense of unpolished beauty has to marry against his will at the age of 19.&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary girl from an ordinary family, with a clumsy character, average grades and average looks oversteps the prejudice and barriers surrounding her.&lt;br /&gt;The process how they fall in love with each other unfolds with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i didn't write this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of every episode of &lt;strong&gt;goong&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;there will be screen shots of teddy bears posing based on some touching scenes in that episode.&lt;br /&gt;so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some MVs of goong(nice songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SsSQSZwd0g&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SsSQSZwd0g&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt; super funi scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=gQSPq10KXk0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=gQSPq10KXk0&lt;/a&gt; (great one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tw5JGeq184M"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=tw5JGeq184M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Jzqrv6xsh74"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Jzqrv6xsh74&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=FuBkMjOfQiA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=FuBkMjOfQiA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=XD-x4RbPN84"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=XD-x4RbPN84&lt;/a&gt; ( the KISS) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=70rfvZC64DU"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=70rfvZC64DU&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ni7-I5bXnVQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ni7-I5bXnVQ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song not nice...just concentrate on the kiss..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6BO58iWRQ0M"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=6BO58iWRQ0M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also there will be a &lt;strong&gt;goong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;season 2&lt;/em&gt; out soon! yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a tribute to kim sun ah (gorgeous female lead of my lovely samsoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYnzIzpfXFU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYnzIzpfXFU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame video of my lovely samsoon (dunno y i posted it, boh liao lor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdTa-yM6XVI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdTa-yM6XVI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OST mv of my lovely sam soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLduHscqYc4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLduHscqYc4&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sad mv from my lovely samsoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQ7p3Ry_qSA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQ7p3Ry_qSA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny clip of hyun bin&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(male lead of my lovely samsoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9wF4lZR4fw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9wF4lZR4fw&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'summary' of moments from my lovely sam soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spcnet.tv/forums/archive/index.php/t-12411.html"&gt;http://www.spcnet.tv/forums/archive/index.php/t-12411.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor kim sun ah gained 6/7/8/9 (?) kg just for the show.&lt;br /&gt;poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;but she's really preety in real life.&lt;br /&gt;she even starred in the korean movie &lt;strong&gt;wet dreams&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sad mv of the king and the clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3nrEpqU7mE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3nrEpqU7mE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final part of palace/goong/princess hours &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(happy ending!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH_fr_snFA4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qH_fr_snFA4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching mv of millionaire's first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2_Zwo3WKgc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2_Zwo3WKgc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got the idea from some one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 must-haves in K-dramas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. it must be a love triangle/square/cube/&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.the male&lt;/span&gt; lead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is a rich jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.the female lead is kind and cute(from average or poor backgrounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.two guys one girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.the female lead is the one that 'opens' the male leads lonesome heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.the male and female lead are initially 'force' to have a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e.g arranged marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.the second male lead is always the one that likes the girl first&lt;br /&gt;but in the end either turns bad&lt;br /&gt;and/or never gets the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e.g stairsways to heaven, lover's in paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.male lead always doesn't treasure female lead at first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.if it's a love square, only got one pair together in the end.&lt;br /&gt;the other's all get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.the female lead and her family is very funny or very close, which the male lead is jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...the last few is all snailshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way...&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning on watching summer scent, spring waltz, and autumn breeze/wind(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a 'package' based on all four seasons&lt;br /&gt;spring summer winter autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my eye bags are getting bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does any one have the theme songs of goong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song iwant is at the end of this part from final ep24-03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoxNs_B_9NM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoxNs_B_9NM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love it alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u have it just send me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;komsaihamidas (sp?) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love k-drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115739201173135655?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115739201173135655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115739201173135655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115739201173135655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115739201173135655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/09/k-dramas.html' title='K dramas!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115718282998036257</id><published>2006-09-02T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:40:30.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice skating is so slippery</title><content type='html'>went ice-skating yesterday&lt;br /&gt;it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i was going solo,&lt;br /&gt;then this guy suddenly went in my path n i still so noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually he also very noob, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i don't know how to stop,&lt;br /&gt;he also dunno u was going to bang into him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to slow down,&lt;br /&gt;then he at that point, turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the we were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i: woah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: ahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i: WOAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahhh*&lt;br /&gt;*ahhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bang!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*woah* &lt;plop&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~owww~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;*sorry sorry sorry!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 'accidentally' leaned on him cuz i really cannot stop&lt;br /&gt;then xiang bu dao he also fall&lt;br /&gt;then i also fall&lt;br /&gt;then his jeans n shirt the WHOLE thing got wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i landed on my hands n knees so only got abit wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was near a puddle&lt;br /&gt;so when i squeeze my gloves,&lt;br /&gt;i could actually squeeze water out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atfirst, we all like wobble wobble on the ice&lt;br /&gt;cuz it was relly slippery&lt;br /&gt;like on...&lt;br /&gt;ermmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...then later me n stef hold hand n skate around in speed: quite-fast-for-noobies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on i tried to go solo fast fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i banged into the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i felt really bad...&lt;br /&gt;but after we all watched him for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel so guilty le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;cuz he keep falling down on his own accord&lt;br /&gt;and he also bang into ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more birds for that guy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is...&lt;br /&gt;he's like anyhow skate&lt;br /&gt; it's like a cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...zoom here zoom there...&lt;br /&gt;~woahwoahwoah~&lt;br /&gt;*plop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me, stef, wen xin n ee chen&lt;br /&gt;we all keep inventing weird things to do on the ice.&lt;br /&gt;actually must also thank tzu mi for helping us in balancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also did foot drills on ice.&lt;br /&gt; so creative&lt;br /&gt;then we keep turing this way and that on the ice and laughing at nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retards, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also got other things&lt;br /&gt;like using our skates to splash ice chips on to each other&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;think only i could do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noobs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha...think i'm starting to like that word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;elmo's world tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala la la, lala la la,&lt;br /&gt;i like noobs&lt;br /&gt;lala la la, lala la la,&lt;br /&gt;i love noobs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like retards too,&lt;br /&gt;retards like u~&lt;br /&gt;that's~  retards world~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na nana nana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i honestly think that everyone has a sports curse.&lt;br /&gt;u know why?&lt;br /&gt;previously i got say that i got cursed by the captain ball at school right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think stef has the same curse in skating&lt;br /&gt;the skates just brainwashes the ppl around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when she almost want to reach us le&lt;br /&gt;some stupid person will just bloody Zoom past her and she will like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoahWoahWoah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's happened many times already.&lt;br /&gt;reach for the side to rest...&lt;br /&gt;Zoom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to reach for us...&lt;br /&gt;Zoom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to from solo back to duo...&lt;br /&gt;ZOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor pigeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wen xin got help ee chen to skate while me n stef go skate&lt;br /&gt;feel abit bad bout that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee chen so f.a.k.e&lt;br /&gt;keep saying she dunno how to skate,&lt;br /&gt;in the end when all of us finally skate together&lt;br /&gt;all of them &lt;strong&gt;including&lt;/strong&gt; ee chen all skate faster than me&lt;br /&gt;then i like lao ah po&lt;br /&gt;lagging behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waitwait*&lt;br /&gt;so pai seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f-a-k-e-r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dunno how to roller blade&lt;/em&gt; still can go so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liar liar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pants on fire...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way...&lt;br /&gt;it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cold&lt;br /&gt;and expensive.&lt;br /&gt;n my legs n feet are like&lt;br /&gt;already flew up to heaven with their wings and halos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it still rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time come early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;then go home at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go there stay suan le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got free air-con any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuang~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115718282998036257?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115718282998036257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115718282998036257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115718282998036257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115718282998036257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/09/ice-skating-is-so-slippery.html' title='ice skating is so slippery'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115668973775883372</id><published>2006-08-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:14:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom of speech</title><content type='html'>honestly...i think there's really no freedom of speech over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is that not only people who can speak don't have a freedom of speech,&lt;br /&gt;even those who CAN'T speak don't have the freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like babies...&lt;br /&gt;they can't speak what they want can't they.&lt;br /&gt;like parents always want them to say mama or papa.&lt;br /&gt;if the babies said shut up,&lt;br /&gt;do u think the parents would rejoice or become like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby: shut up, donkey holes.&lt;br /&gt;mom: oh george! our baby's talking! oh! oh!&lt;br /&gt;dad: yes! that's great honey! that's wonderful! he's saying shut up! oh our baby said the MOST wonderful word in the galaxy!&lt;br /&gt;mom: our dear, darling little baby is &lt;em&gt;talking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way any parent is going to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prove it and i'll give u a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more likely, the parents are going to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom:oh my freakin' god! u bloody *toot* george! always using those Bloody languages when you&lt;br /&gt;watch that bloody *toot* football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: oh yeah! well, like you don't use it too! always complaining that someone else snaged that&lt;br /&gt;gucci, 70% off, limited edition leather handbag from you at the sample sale! more likely it&lt;br /&gt;was YOUR genes that did that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: yeah right, u bloody egoistic buster! I WANT A DIVORCE! oh, and by the way... i think&lt;br /&gt;your freakin golf sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the government undercover agents would suddenly crash through the window,&lt;br /&gt;bring them to court,&lt;br /&gt;then sue them for divorcing without proper reason.&lt;br /&gt;(or some thing like saying vulgar words in front of an&lt;em&gt; innocent infant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even parents do not have the freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think instead of hiring undercover agents to install the latest technology in everyone's house, to see if anyone was speaking of some unknown taboo, they should just cut of everyone's tongue including their own and get over with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as well.&lt;br /&gt;it would save alot of political crisis of no one could speak.&lt;br /&gt;then no one would be accused of discussing politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway...the accuser wouldn't be able to accuse cuz he/she already has his tongue cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine having no tongue.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french kisses wouldn't exist,&lt;br /&gt;little boys wouldn't get spanked on the bum for sticking out their tongue,&lt;br /&gt;lolipops would be banned,&lt;br /&gt;tongue piercing would go out of business,&lt;br /&gt;and no more sweet sour bitter or salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brr...&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having no freedom of speech sux.&lt;br /&gt;yea... it sux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115668973775883372?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115668973775883372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115668973775883372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115668973775883372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115668973775883372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/freedom-of-speech.html' title='freedom of speech'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115634117245531326</id><published>2006-08-23T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:53:44.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>constipated arm wrestling</title><content type='html'>this entree was inspired by constipated faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY constipated face&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; ingrate said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mentioned by &lt;em&gt;someone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said my face looked constipated when i arm wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn u richard gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way...&lt;br /&gt;arm wrestling rawks&lt;br /&gt;it's so FUN man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ALMOST as fun as gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;raaawwarr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love arm wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/constipation.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/constipation2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/10%20min%20armwrestle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/10%20min%20armwrestle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/constipation2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/10%20min%20armwrestle2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/10%20min%20armwrestle2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/10%20min%20armwrestle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/10%20min%20armwrestle3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/10%20min%20armwrestle3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long le .&lt;br /&gt;still in same position.&lt;br /&gt;everyone go home pang sai le, still won't move an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaktimes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/breaktime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/breaktime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/10%20min%20armwrestle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/breaktime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/breaktime2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/breaktime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/breaktime3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/breaktime3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/breaktime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/breaktime4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/breaktime4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they kept taking breaks.&lt;br /&gt;again and again.&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing took 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end nither won.&lt;br /&gt;both gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"too tired"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"no energy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea..&lt;/em&gt;rrrright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawds...&lt;br /&gt;i keep making so many lame stickmen comics,&lt;br /&gt;might as well make my own series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see if i'm in a making-lame-stickmen-comics mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends if i'm not in a PMSmood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115634117245531326?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115634117245531326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115634117245531326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115634117245531326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115634117245531326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/constipated-arm-wrestling.html' title='constipated arm wrestling'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115615495136968941</id><published>2006-08-21T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:27:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>voodoo curses</title><content type='html'>i think i have some kind of distant enimity with captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it keeps attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the knee, stomach, face, jaws.... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;it even wants to trip me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad even a cursed ball has its limitations.&lt;br /&gt;it. has. no legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHARHHAHHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;thunder&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;neah-heah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stoopid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no leg still dare try trip me.&lt;br /&gt;bu zhi liang li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*arhum*&lt;br /&gt;any way. .. the bloody ball brainwashed those who were holding it to aim it me.&lt;br /&gt;sort of like a dartboard..&lt;br /&gt;like the ball is the dart and i'm, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a suspicion that the ball that hit me today is the same ball that brainwashed that (now) 2h/i girl in sec1 orentation to throw the ball directly at my already broken spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;my spectacles were already broken before and held with scotch tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my spec had not been already broken...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that broke would not be the poor scotch tape.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean something that involves bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point...&lt;br /&gt;i was hit by the ball AGAIN, during another PE lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... tripped during the same game and hurt my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i KNOW that i've already caught it...&lt;br /&gt;the bloody just FLY out of my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/captain"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/captain%27s%20ball%201.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/captain"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/captain%27s%20ball%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/captain"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/captain"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/captain"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caughz zee ballz! HaHaHa...now u can't escape! u dirty piece of poop! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/captain"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/captain%27s%20ball%203.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it flew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can see that meannie's smirk on it dirty ragged face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reeally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup..i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115615495136968941?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115615495136968941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115615495136968941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115615495136968941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115615495136968941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/voodoo-curses.html' title='voodoo curses'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115588531416862293</id><published>2006-08-18T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:15:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like monkeys</title><content type='html'>k... i got this from a link.&lt;br /&gt;funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each.&lt;br /&gt;I decided not tolook a gift horse in the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;I took my 200 monkeys home.  I have a big car.  I let one drive.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Sigmund.  He was retarded.  In fact, none of them were really bright.&lt;br /&gt;They kept punching themselves in their genitals.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Then they punched my genitals.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herded them into my room.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.&lt;br /&gt;They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall.  Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:they all died.&lt;br /&gt;No apparent reason. &lt;br /&gt;They all just sorta' dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cheap monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over myroom, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.&lt;br /&gt;It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to flush one down the toilet.  It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;It got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. &lt;br /&gt;That worked for awhile, that is until they began to decompose.&lt;br /&gt;It started to smell real bad.&lt;br /&gt;I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber.&lt;br /&gt;I was embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatelythere was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried burning them.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know my bed was flammable.&lt;br /&gt;I had to extinguish the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys inmy freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;The odor wasn't improving.&lt;br /&gt;I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I severely beat one of my monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I had a wet one. &lt;br /&gt;He couldn't take that one either. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived at a solution.  I gave them out as Christmas gifts. &lt;br /&gt;My friends didn't know quite what to say. &lt;br /&gt;They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.&lt;br /&gt;  Ingrates. &lt;br /&gt;So I punched them in the genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link:&lt;a href="http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=12845"&gt;http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=12845&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115588531416862293?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115588531416862293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115588531416862293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115588531416862293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115588531416862293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-monkeys.html' title='i like monkeys'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115554278852444744</id><published>2006-08-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:39:04.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big green hulk-ing things</title><content type='html'>you know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think shrek and the hulk must have some kinda far-fetched relation.&lt;br /&gt;really..shrek;green hulk;green&lt;br /&gt;shrek likes to drink potions&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shrek2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hulk also sort of &lt;em&gt;drank "potions".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hulk was a cutie &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; the "potion" &lt;em&gt;activated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek became a hunk &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; the "potion" &lt;em&gt;activated&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be some kind of reversed generation genes in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way...shrek. he has layers like onions..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; like cakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the hulk &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; has layers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overlapping muscles on his 10-pack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their also both big greenie with a softie's heart...&lt;br /&gt;genes. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i therefore come, to the conclusion, that SHREK and HULK are &lt;strong&gt;both &lt;/strong&gt;ogres&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i, dub thee, sir Frankenstein...&lt;br /&gt;their oldest ancestor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clap clap clap&lt;clapclapclap&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;frankenstein size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;means yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, shrek has got his stick-outs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from his greatgreatgreat-grand daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily shrek was born bald...&lt;br /&gt;or he'll have 365 , 24/7 bad hair...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that would have been the last straw for princess Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously..&lt;br /&gt;frankie's bride needs a super-duper extra smoothening frizz control conditioner for that bush on top of her husband's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also needs a hair treatment and a cut on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion designers and consultants all over the world would have heart attacks and eye cancer if they saw the state of his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least the more modern hulk has a better fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if he caused us to faint in &lt;em&gt;fright&lt;/em&gt; at his now evolved hercules-worthy lean hard muscles, by ripping his clothes off and letting the rest of the show go to waste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115554278852444744?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115554278852444744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115554278852444744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115554278852444744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115554278852444744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-green-hulk-ing-things.html' title='big green hulk-ing things'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115546286921950499</id><published>2006-08-13T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T18:08:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compensation</title><content type='html'>opps..&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that today is the 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i should not lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm not a christian..&lt;br /&gt;i should respect their religion.&lt;br /&gt;today is also sunday... 'mass day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(being a gooood girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall compensate to my lie and post this lame &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1min-to-make &lt;/span&gt;cartoon&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/pitera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/1600/pitera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="281" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2201/2924/320/pitera.0.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..that combination skin freak was put there cuz he wanted to use the skII mask also.&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot to add it there.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;it IS a one min cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;one min isn't that much time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually got the idea from an old 8days issue.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115546286921950499?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115546286921950499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115546286921950499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115546286921950499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115546286921950499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/compensation.html' title='compensation'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115546229660634889</id><published>2006-08-13T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:44:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to lie</title><content type='html'>due to an &lt;em&gt;overwhelming&lt;/em&gt; response..&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to post another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay..that's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;i like to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i SWEAR that i won't lie...&lt;br /&gt;for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously..&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to see a plastic surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;and no..it's not because i need to get a boob job&lt;br /&gt;although &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; think i need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no botox either.&lt;br /&gt;no way am i going to look like barbie...&lt;br /&gt;even though ken may want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to have some laugh restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i sound like i just drowned.&lt;br /&gt;or i have some kind of respiration infecting illness&lt;br /&gt;like hyper-ventilation,or a sudden asthma attack.&lt;br /&gt;maybe lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i just think a evil warty witch has possesed me&lt;br /&gt;*cackle in the moonlight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my laughter is so confusing that sometimes i don't even know whether i'm crying my eyes out or laughing my foot off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;the part on being confused was a total lie...&lt;br /&gt;harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115546229660634889?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115546229660634889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115546229660634889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115546229660634889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115546229660634889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-to-lie_13.html' title='i like to lie'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115527976412747152</id><published>2006-08-11T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:02:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i FRIED rice!</title><content type='html'>all by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup...on my very own.lol&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't post the pic cuz cam got battery leak n usb cable doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;it sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way... CREDITS: thai sos chili sauce,&lt;br /&gt;                                      golden boy button mushrooms,&lt;br /&gt;                                      canned spiced pork cubes,&lt;br /&gt;                                      pasar mixed frozen vegies,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;without ur help, this &lt;em&gt;wonderful &lt;/em&gt;production couldn't have been possible&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually the chili sauce was accidental) BUT THANK YOU anyway! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chili never killed and so wouldn't a dejuiced chili...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chili was actually more watery than i thought,&lt;br /&gt;so a big glop ended up on MY rice...&lt;br /&gt;it looked so obscenely obscene that i mixed it in..&lt;br /&gt;taste damn nice though...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i've got RED fried rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never really liked red.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115527976412747152?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115527976412747152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115527976412747152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115527976412747152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115527976412747152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-fried-rice.html' title='i FRIED rice!'/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</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-27718484.post-115512546882710613</id><published>2006-08-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:11:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hihi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tis is so lame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;new blog's birthday...9th aug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;happy national day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;lol.. bies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;update soon. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27718484-115512546882710613?l=coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/feeds/115512546882710613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27718484&amp;postID=115512546882710613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115512546882710613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27718484/posts/default/115512546882710613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldchocolatefudge.blogspot.com/2006/08/hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaded Black_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931786324952289808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
