<?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-1069033377073906082</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:54:40.009+01:00</updated><category term='vanity'/><category term='weather'/><category term='firsts'/><category term='Pasyalan'/><category term='school life'/><category term='mad'/><category term='teevee'/><category term='chibog'/><category term='parties'/><category term='asian drama'/><category term='laughtrip'/><category term='polaroids'/><category term='wishlists'/><category term='argh'/><category term='music'/><category term='bookworm'/><category term='happy'/><category term='lurve'/><category term='updates'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='futuramas'/><category term='chillaxing'/><category term='bidyo'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='MMK'/><category term='seventeen'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='survey'/><category term='kabaliwan'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='tristesse'/><category term='review'/><category term='procrastinating'/><title type='text'>Uniquely Twisted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7167221415213627396</id><published>2009-10-14T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:03:59.953+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Fudge... Not again .</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess after a long long time ngayon lang ulit ako naka blog. I miss blogging. Pero hinid talaga mawala sa isip ko yung Diary ko eh! Paano na siya? Ano naman ang maiisusulat ko sa kanya kung may blog ako?! Pero minsan kasi wala langtalagang nangyayari sa buhay ko eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, delete ko na naman ang Twitter at Tumblr ko. Biglaan lang. Naisip ko lang kung gusto ko talaga magkaroon ng magandang grades aalisin ko muna lahat ng distractions diba? Kaya ayun. Eto blog na lang at FB at FS ang natira. Actually, hindi na counted ang FS. Hindi ko naman yun ginagamit eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang wala na ring kuwenta kung mag kaka BlackBerry ako eh. Saan ko nanaman upload?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, naisip ko puwede naman mag ka Tumblr ulit. Mga pictures lang ang i-upload. Pero sa takdang panahon, hinid pa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hinding hindi ko delete ang FB ko no! As in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag simula na pala ang PBB at Nagsimula Sa Puso, yun lang ang aking papanoorin! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;GoodBye, Twitter and Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7167221415213627396?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7167221415213627396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7167221415213627396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7167221415213627396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7167221415213627396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/10/fudge-not-again.html' title='Fudge... Not again .'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-3264242323288895426</id><published>2009-07-31T12:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:05:21.263+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMK'/><title type='text'>Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>Lately I feel depressed. I know most people will think &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na ako'y hindi talaga bagay maging&lt;/span&gt; depress &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kasi ako naman ay laging nakangiti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I just could not take the idea of losing something that you waited for a long time. I thought it was going well, that I could keep it forever. Then suddenly, someone takes it away from you.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Siyempre&lt;/span&gt; emotional breakdown &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;. It felt as though someone tore out my heart. (O.A. Grabe!) But it is so true. At first, I didn't know how to deal with it. I never do really, I just end up all quiet and stuff. Then I realized I've been expressing my feelings that way. I'm so fed up &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. I'll just continue to live my life. But talk less to my parents. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Punong puno na talaga ako&lt;/span&gt;. I can't take it anymore. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wala na sigurong bond na talaga&lt;/span&gt;. How many times I tried &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naman wala ding nangyayari&lt;/span&gt;. All ends up as me being O.A and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;makulit&lt;/span&gt;. As I said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bakit ko pa ipag pipilitan ang sarili ko sa tao naman ayaw sa akin.&lt;/span&gt; Eventhough parents &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ko sila&lt;/span&gt; I feel that they don't want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;Should I die, let it be soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-3264242323288895426?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/3264242323288895426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=3264242323288895426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3264242323288895426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3264242323288895426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-sky.html' title='Blue Sky'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1022818088615263635</id><published>2009-07-16T23:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:39:53.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed me?</title><content type='html'>Back. I miss blogging. Akala ko I coul live without blogging pero alam ko na for the whole month na I didn't blog, I knew something was missing. Seems like I could not live with it to be honest. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Isang buwan na ang nakaraan and I am now &lt;b&gt;67KG&lt;/b&gt;. Last time I blogged I was 69KG. I am actually quite chuffed about that. &lt;br /&gt;The three website I use nowadays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love it. It's way convenient than Friendster. I do not even check Friendster anymore. At saka I use it to play Pet Society :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUMBLR/TWiTTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything naman I post on Tumblr goes on Twitter eh. I use Tumblr to post random things an happenings which is worth remembering. Short and sweet nga eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLOGSPOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Main BLOG. Better than MULTiPLY and much more privacy. 'Cause I know ako and Si B lang ang nagbabasa nito. &lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is I am back and definitely be blogging 'til the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1022818088615263635?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1022818088615263635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1022818088615263635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1022818088615263635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1022818088615263635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/07/missed-me.html' title='Missed me?'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-647810576933850723</id><published>2009-06-10T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:52:39.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja!</title><content type='html'>This may be my last post for now. Kasi I am trying to lose weight at malapit na kaming umuwi. 6 months na lang&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; I am currently 69KG but my target is 56KG it may sound impossible but I am sure with the help of God papayat din ako. Matter of facet I am going to take pictures of myself every month. &lt;br /&gt;Kung maari I want to be thinner than my Mom. I hope I can achieve my goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds scary but I can do this&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be on &lt;b&gt;July 10, 2009. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-647810576933850723?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/647810576933850723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=647810576933850723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/647810576933850723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/647810576933850723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/aja.html' title='Aja&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8433942692021665802</id><published>2009-06-08T16:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:43:14.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Suplado</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to take him off as my friend 'cause I do not think there is any point to be honest&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; He is too secretive pati photos or blogs di pwede ma view.  &lt;br /&gt;Pero cute siya infairness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8433942692021665802?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8433942692021665802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8433942692021665802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8433942692021665802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8433942692021665802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/suplado.html' title='Suplado'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-3218450836781001027</id><published>2009-06-08T02:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:14:25.621+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Getting there...</title><content type='html'>Wala talaga akong tiyaga magapayat pero after seeing &lt;b&gt;Beauty's&lt;/b&gt; pictures on her 18 birthday, it made me want tp be as thin as her talaga. Come to think of it malapit na iyon. Two years na lang&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero I shall think about this Christmas muna. I have exactly &lt;b&gt;6 months and ten days na mag papayat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; Isang malaking kalokohan at pressure at the same time. Pero I also have to think that for every success comes with great sacrifices. Kaya okay lang kung mag hirap akong mag bike and mag diet. &lt;br /&gt;I am 69KG na my target it 65 and below. I think it is possible to lose 2KG a month... So next month (July 7, 2009) &lt;b&gt;I have to be 67KG&lt;/b&gt; or else I am not going to achieve my target weight talaga by December :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-3218450836781001027?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/3218450836781001027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=3218450836781001027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3218450836781001027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3218450836781001027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-there.html' title='Getting there...'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4040669668849278587</id><published>2009-06-07T16:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:15:52.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Heat Damage</title><content type='html'>I don't hold grudges kasi talaga. Kasi mostly I just tend to forget the reason why I was mad at someone. Kaya sometimes I don't bother remembering them 'cause I know that was past. There's no point crying over spilt milk. However, I just have to share my opinions and thoughts to what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I was gonna write about it, but I totally forgot&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All I know was I did not like what Mom has been saying. I even forgot what she aaid to be honest. That was the reaaon I went upstairs to write about it pero what is thw point? I flipping forgot about it *laughs*. &lt;br /&gt;Karma is my bestfriend. It'll come back around. Whatever she did to hurt my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4040669668849278587?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4040669668849278587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4040669668849278587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4040669668849278587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4040669668849278587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/heat-damage.html' title='Heat Damage'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4669680109234945112</id><published>2009-06-06T02:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:41:03.467+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>The Callings</title><content type='html'>I was in the middle of reading about &lt;b&gt;World War 2&lt;/b&gt; on the internet because I just saw &lt;b&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/b&gt;. Which of course I thought it was a great movie. It made me realized how brave the soldiers are fighting for war, either they die or kill others. &lt;br /&gt;Tapos yun nga nagbabasa ako tungkol sa war ng biglang nag ring yung phone ko. I heard my phone ringing and I forgot it was downstairs. I did not bother going down to get it because I thought it was my mom ringing me. So I went to her room to ask her and she said it was not her. &lt;br /&gt;It made me curious naman. Who in the right mind would call me at 2:00 in the morning&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs to get my phone and it was &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;. I did not want to ring him back because I could not be asked to be honest. But he called me again but this time, I was contemplating whether to answer his call or not. &lt;br /&gt;But I did. &lt;br /&gt;He said he was at his friend's house having a bbq party for tomorrow and he is sleeping next to &lt;b&gt;Ben Cockin&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ben? He was the one who made that "finger lick" (tongue in between your pointing finger and middle finger) straight at me&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; And I sit in front of him in most of my exams. &lt;br /&gt;I heard him calling out my name at the background. It was funny but embarassing. I do not think you'd understand but please just pretend you do.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; kept rambling on about me not talking to him and that he does not have any credit. I told him I was sleepy and I am going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously worrying and sleepy right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4669680109234945112?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4669680109234945112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4669680109234945112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4669680109234945112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4669680109234945112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/callings.html' title='The Callings'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4767416633555245577</id><published>2009-06-05T16:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:18:32.991+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabaliwan'/><title type='text'>Pet Society Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4707/67/114/1129681755/n1129681755_30458656_4135492.jpg" width="477"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is supposed to be my kitchen but I still don't have any money to buy yung kitchen set. Although, I am tryiong hard not to buy any unnecessary things that I am so tempted to buy. Especially the &lt;b&gt;Panda Stuff Toy&lt;/b&gt;. It's too cute kasi masyado! &lt;br /&gt;Can you see my trophies sa taas? I am so proud of my trophies&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; Kaya talaga siya nasa kitchen シ para makita ko siya everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Ang cute ng dining table ko ano? With matching &lt;b&gt;cute panda chairs&lt;/b&gt; pa. It's so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs096.snc1/4707_1152753135563_1129681755_30458657_3234718_n.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ang cute talaga ni &lt;b&gt;Hunny Bun&lt;/b&gt; (and no it is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; a weird name. I have seen much more weirder names) Appreciate naman what she is wearing. It's too cute too. Grabe. I made her stand next to the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4707/67/114/1129681755/n1129681755_30458659_7266347.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is outside sa garden niya シ Cute ng garden noh? I was planning to save up some coins to buy a swing para naman sosyal diba? or a marquee and some plants too.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. I just want you to see my uber cute pet (well virtual) and her uber cute house (virtual din) シ&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't have Pet Society App on Facebook, your missing out, honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4767416633555245577?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4767416633555245577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4767416633555245577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4767416633555245577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4767416633555245577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/pet-society-addiction.html' title='Pet Society Addiction'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8783524200506248041</id><published>2009-06-04T18:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:05:50.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Relax...</title><content type='html'>I just had the hardest &lt;b&gt;Chemistry Exam&lt;/b&gt;. Ever. I was oh so confident that I know everything tapos when the exam started the first question was hard let alone answering the A* questions. Hay. Talagang I wanted to cry after the test. Pero God was amazing and my English exam was alright. Atleast I answered it naman. Although, hindi ko namalayan na my row already went in, tapos I had to walk by myself and everyone looked at me シ LULZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to go to school tomorrow kaya I am here now blogging シ How cool is that? It is too cool for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SigCO646L_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vbjap_F1AQg/s1600-h/DSC04987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SigCO646L_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vbjap_F1AQg/s320/DSC04987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343523413224468466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Welcome to my room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With matching shocked face pa iyan ha.&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a game&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you can spot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❤Pot Noodles&lt;br /&gt;❤DKNY Perfume&lt;br /&gt;❤NAil Polish Remover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laughs* Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8783524200506248041?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8783524200506248041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8783524200506248041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8783524200506248041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8783524200506248041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/relax.html' title='Relax...'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SigCO646L_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/vbjap_F1AQg/s72-c/DSC04987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4589987973446792495</id><published>2009-06-03T15:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:44:43.523+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seventeen'/><title type='text'>Forbidden L O V E ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can something you know is &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;, feel so right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Have you ever fallen for a guy you knew was supposed to be off limits&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with him, when you think about him, it does not &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; forbidden. Every flirty text exchange you have, every hour you spend sneaking away to see him—even just lying awake at night thinking about your next secret meeting—makes you feel wildly excited. It is like all the obstacles that make him risky only reinforce how &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt; he is. And it is like this romance is bigger than anything your parents or friends could possibly understand.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  But the dizzying emotions that make your &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; so intense &lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt;—the allure of his mystery, the thrill of getting away with something—can create a rocky foundation for a relationship. And when your feelings are so overwhelming, it is hard to see the relationship clearly and easy to tune out the people who can give you perspective—a dangerous combination. Here is how to make sense of what is in your heart and fifigure out if &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; love is worth fighting for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DANGEROUS LIASONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help who you fall in love with—even if he's a guy you know you should not be into.&lt;br /&gt;But understanding &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; he makes you feel the way he does will make those feelings less confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ❤ &lt;b&gt;HE IS YOUR &lt;u&gt;FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why You Want Him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know him better than you do most guys because you see him when his guard is down. There is no awkward "getting to know you" stuff, so it feels like he could just easily be your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make It Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot mention your feelings for him until after they split—if you do, any relationship you have will be built on drama. Plus, forcing yourself to wait helps you figure out if you really like him or it is the thrill of the conquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk Away If...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are having long, intimate conversations, or he starts divulging details about his relationship with your friend. That is considered emotional cheating: It is unfair to her and a proof that he's crappy BF material.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ❤ ... To Be Continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4589987973446792495?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4589987973446792495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4589987973446792495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4589987973446792495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4589987973446792495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/forbidden-l-o-v-e.html' title='Forbidden &lt;b&gt;L O V E&lt;/b&gt; ❤'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7066096582265952740</id><published>2009-06-03T01:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:44:29.356+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>We Match, Gabe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;you make me feel that I could go to sleep tonight. That everything's going alright and I wake up to your voice down blankets and pillows&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour trying to look for &lt;b&gt;Gabe's&lt;/b&gt; videos on Youtube and I can now conclude that my favorite songs from his originals are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Match&lt;/b&gt;- I find the song very addictive and I watch his video everyday. Especially before going to school para naman meron akong inspiration to go to school. Na one day may mamahalin din ako&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superhuman&lt;/b&gt;- Although meron ding song na same title na ginawa si &lt;b&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/b&gt;, I definitely think Gabe's is much more better&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he looks straight to the camera as if kinakantahan niya ako. &lt;b&gt;LULZ&lt;/b&gt; Tapos yung the way his shoulders move while strumming his guitar. Kilig talaga to the bones&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;01:46AM&lt;/b&gt; and I have school tomorrow pero I don't have to come until my fourth lesson which is about &lt;b&gt;11AM&lt;/b&gt;. So more time to sleep at natulog pala ako kanina after school kaya namamaga ang aking mga mata ngayon&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiisip ko kung kailan kaya ibibigay ni God ang love ko&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi napapagod na ako sa kahihintay. Hindi na siguro sanay tumibok ang heart ko sa katagal niya nang nakastambay&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt; Kakainis, pero kaya pa naman. Maghihintay ako hangga't sa makakaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap itapon yung laptop sa kainis ko talaga pero dahil mabait ako at ayoko pang mamatay, I happily supressed my anger at pinaubaya ko na lang kay karma and God ang lahat &lt;small&gt;(:&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7066096582265952740?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7066096582265952740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7066096582265952740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7066096582265952740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7066096582265952740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-match-gabe.html' title='We Match, Gabe.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6283409988508924146</id><published>2009-06-01T16:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:44:14.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Pot Noodles</title><content type='html'>I was hoping for a very &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt; maths test. Yung parang maiiyak ka na lang sa kahirap ng mga tanong. Pero to be perfectly honest, that Maths test was not that hard at all. But I did miss out &lt;b&gt;three questions&lt;/b&gt; which was the A* questions. Mahirap talaga siya eh. 'Di ko talaga gets.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod ang day today kasi you don't have to go to lessons na. So umuwi na lang ako sa mga lesson na &lt;i&gt;hindi ko kailangan puntahan. &lt;/i&gt; Siguro today I only went to two lessons (; Although I have 6 lesson a day. Tomorrow, after my &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; exam I'll go straight home and then revise &lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;. Tapos go back about 12:30 PM. &lt;br /&gt;This friday I don't think I will go to school. &lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay ang exciting at the same time exhausting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6283409988508924146?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6283409988508924146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6283409988508924146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6283409988508924146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6283409988508924146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/06/pot-noodles.html' title='Pot Noodles'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5742429535497314469</id><published>2009-05-29T00:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:45:21.545+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Akala ko...</title><content type='html'>Mag say goodbye muna ako. On &lt;b&gt;Hiatus&lt;/b&gt; muna for a week kasi ang daming exam ko sobra. Eh half of them I didn't bother revising especially &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt;. Scary ang Geography and I am gonna revise tge whole day bukas. &lt;br /&gt;-Walang &lt;b&gt;Paysbuk&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Walang &lt;b&gt;Prendster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Walang nood ng &lt;b&gt;Asian Dramas&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eh na fefeel ko na ang withdrawal symptoms eh. Hindi ko ito kaya. &lt;br /&gt;Concentrate muna ako sa &lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naawa ako kay Hidden Kho kanina nung binuhusan siya ng tubig sa Senate. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't quite understand why they make a fuss aboit the whole sex video and stuff. Masyadong OA yung dinala talaga sa Senado. Aba, OA na talaga masyado. Okay lang kung may namatay. Eh wala naman eh. &lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko din gets yung pagtawag kay Hidden Kho ng "baboy" as if naman hindi pa sila nakanood ng porn diba?! Hello?!!! Or baboy ba yung pag kuha ng video?&lt;br /&gt;As if naman din hindi gumagawa ng homemade sex videos ang mga young couples like them ano. &lt;br /&gt;Hay naku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5742429535497314469?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5742429535497314469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5742429535497314469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5742429535497314469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5742429535497314469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/akala-ko.html' title='Akala ko...'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8620574343322141370</id><published>2009-05-26T18:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:43:39.129+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'>Be Original</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up wondering what to do today. I was thinking of revising but the thought of watching &lt;b&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/b&gt; (I just got my DVD yesterday) was just tempting. Hindi ko namalayan na 3rd Episode na pala ako ng biglang nag stop! Putek talaga! As in! It was just flipping frustrating. I have been waiting for these DVDs for ages tapos ito lang ang gagawin sa akin?! Kakainis talaga grabe! &lt;br /&gt;Kaya main lesson today is buy &lt;b&gt;original&lt;/b&gt; copy. Or maybe it waa God's message na I should be really revising than watching. Ah, God works talaga in mysterious ways (:&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I decided to return the books sa library tapos tamang tama na nag papabili si Mamu ng &lt;b&gt;Chicken Wrap&lt;/b&gt; sa Fast Food Restaurant doon malapit sa library. Kaya ayun hinatid ako ni Daddy sa tindahan tapos bumili ako ng wrap. In fairness, mura lang £3. &lt;br /&gt;Sumaglit ako sa &lt;b&gt;Superdrug&lt;/b&gt; para bumili ng maidgdag sa &lt;u&gt;Kikay Kit&lt;/u&gt; ko na ubod ng cute (; So yun nga nakabili ako ng eyelash curler na pagka mahal. Akalain mo £4! Grabe as in hindi kinaya ng powers ko! Hindi ko sana bilhin eh yun lang ang available! Tapos bumili ako ng &lt;b&gt;Rimmel Eyeliner&lt;/b&gt; na £3! Pero okay lang Rimmel naman at may karapatan din siyang magmahal-mahalan eh. *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;Aba I tried what I bought as soon aa I got home and the eyelash curler was so cute. I actually wished I bought one ages ago because in my opinion you could just curl your eyelashes and put some lip balm on for a natural look.  The eyeliner was okay (talagang ang hard kong i-please). So, overall I was happy naman.&lt;br /&gt;I went to town again with Tita M. and I really want to add more sa aking kikay kit. Pero I don't know what pa. Kaya I bought a Rimmel Blush on. *laughs* Pero I still want to buy the glitter eyeliner tapos £3 lang siya. Oh diba ang mura lang...&lt;br /&gt;Kaya yun ang next ko na bibilhin. &lt;br /&gt;Nagalit si Mamu nung bumili ako ng &lt;b&gt;Pot Noodles&lt;/b&gt; eh kasi SALE eh. Kaya naganahan akong bumili pero sabi ni Mamu bakit daw hindi ko na lang sinabay yung nag grocery kami. &lt;br /&gt;Hay sumakit eardrums ko.  &lt;br /&gt;Kaya para mawala ang stress niya pinapunta ko siya sa room ko at pina try ang eyelash curler sabay ang reklamo ko na masyadong mahal tapos tinapon niya pa! Argh. Grabe yung sakit na naramdaman ko yung nahulog! &lt;br /&gt;Nakita niya yung Pot Noodles na nasa kuwarto ko-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mamu: Anong ginagawa nila (Pot Noodles) diyan? &lt;br /&gt;*Sabay turo sa Pot Noodles ko*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh kasi pera ko iyan eh. So nilagay ko diyan. &lt;br /&gt;Mamu: Ah ganun. So mamaya sabihan ko si Daddy mo na mag taguan na tayo ng mga bagay-bagay. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natawa lang ako. Cute kasi eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8620574343322141370?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8620574343322141370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8620574343322141370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8620574343322141370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8620574343322141370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-original.html' title='Be &lt;b&gt;Original&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6975110733922899628</id><published>2009-05-25T23:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:43:09.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian drama'/><title type='text'>Superfriends!</title><content type='html'>My &lt;b&gt;100th post&lt;/b&gt;. Oh shizzle face. I could not possibly believe it *sobs*. &lt;br /&gt;I just received my &lt;b&gt;asian dramas DVDs&lt;/b&gt; and to be honest I not happy. The quality was appaling and the &lt;u&gt;HANA KIMI Taiwan&lt;/u&gt; was really rubbish copy! I wanted to throw it and shout. On the other side, my &lt;u&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/u&gt; was an "okay" copy and I think I could live with that eventhough Tagalog version siya. Then, &lt;u&gt;HANA KIMI Japan&lt;/u&gt; was the wrong series! Season 2 ang nabili! Talagang kakainis! Pero okay naman ang copy and &lt;b&gt;IT STARTED WITH A KISS&lt;/b&gt; was okay. Though I still think that I should watch it online or maybe download it and save it sa DVD. &lt;br /&gt;Or just buy an original copy when I go home sa Philippines (:&lt;br /&gt;Whole day we ended up watching &lt;b&gt;Only You&lt;/b&gt; and I think it was a funny teleserye but I doubt I am going to watch it again to be honest kasi I only liked the first few episodes then gradually it got boring *yawns*. But I do have a thing on the guy playing &lt;b&gt;Vince&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6975110733922899628?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6975110733922899628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6975110733922899628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6975110733922899628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6975110733922899628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/superfriends.html' title='Superfriends!'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6026514145073666571</id><published>2009-05-24T23:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:42:51.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><title type='text'>Chibogan</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;b&gt;Ang Kwento Nating Dalawa&lt;/b&gt; and it is by far the funniest TV Special I have ever seen. I love the commentator and the effects on the scenes. It is so funny that I'd definitely watch it again if I have time. The TV Special didn't make any difference on my view points on Juday. I still think she is a good actress. &lt;br /&gt;   The whole idea of a &lt;b&gt;secret wedding&lt;/b&gt; still amazes me. But I think it'll be expensive to be honest. I love her gown though! It is so gorgeous! The flower detail at the bottom was to die for. I was drooling to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;   I should really be revising but the mere fact that tomorrow I'll be getting my DVDs just won't let me revise. It has been bugging me the whole week and finally i will get it tomorrow!!! They are all my asian dramas!! So I can watch them over the holidays. But I think mom should keep it kasi I will probably end up watching them instead of revising. &lt;br /&gt;   I also want for my last exam to finish so that I can start playing Restaurant City and Farm Town! Oh and Yo Ville and Pet Society! I love Facebook Apps! Way better than Friendster. Pero in order for me to play those games with all of my heart I have to make sure na my exams are all B-A*! Kaya I need to revise muna :)&lt;br /&gt;   Need to buy some lipgloss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6026514145073666571?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6026514145073666571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6026514145073666571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6026514145073666571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6026514145073666571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/chibogan.html' title='Chibogan'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5657017733662227280</id><published>2009-05-24T16:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:42:32.041+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Kikaii</title><content type='html'>Bank Holiday again! And I don't have any class the whole week :)&lt;br /&gt;As I am going to town this Tuesday. I am also considering buying some makeup to add to my kikay kit that I only started early this year. As superdrug has some offers, I might go there and buy. &lt;br /&gt;   However, I'm still thinking what to buy. I just bought this lip butter for £2.50! It's ridiculously small and I don't lile it very much. Pero kung malaman ni mommy I am sure magagalot siya na binili ko tapos ayoko pala. So uubusin ko muna. It's CoConut and Shea Butter! Urgh. I'm gonna use it everyday para madali maubos. I am planning to buy an eyelash curler. Yung pinaka mura ofcourse and kohl eyeliner. Pero meron pa kasi ako eh. Ewan. I could not decide. Tapos planning to buy liquid eyeliner kasi mine is running out!  And I want some clear coat nail polish. Hay naku. Ewan. Siguro I'll stick n lang to what I really need. Which is Eyelash curler. Tapos I do not need mascara kasi I still have pa naman eh. &lt;br /&gt;   It amazes me how mum didn't charge me for buying my lip butter. Pero I am sure she'll charge me kung I'll buy mascara. My mascara is expensive kasi eh. For me ha. About £8! And only lasts for one month.  And may utang pa siya na £350 which I doubt will all go to my prom so I don't think she'll pay it back. Or maybe she'll pay it wgen we go home as my shopping money :) Can't wait to shop sa Philippines! &lt;br /&gt;  Yun lang po. I think I am going to look for my Vaseline Lip thing kasi na miss ko siya :( Nakakasuka ang Lip Butter ko ngayon eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5657017733662227280?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5657017733662227280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5657017733662227280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5657017733662227280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5657017733662227280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/kikaii.html' title='Kikaii'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4343051647097883491</id><published>2009-05-22T16:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:42:14.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><title type='text'>The Last Day Of  Year 11</title><content type='html'>Well that was it. That was really really it :)&lt;br /&gt;Pinaka last day ever ng Year 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, hindi ko talaga na feel na last day na. More like today was the day where we can just take pictures lang talaga. And I took advantage of it. I have loads of pictures for today and it is all on &lt;b&gt;Friendster&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun kasi I had the chance to sign people's shirt and they signed mine back in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for all the fun moments in school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I did not cry because I don't want to look like a panda. &lt;br /&gt;For now, I would just make use of my half term revising kasi I really want to get good grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4343051647097883491?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4343051647097883491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4343051647097883491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4343051647097883491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4343051647097883491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-day-of-year-11.html' title='The Last Day Of  Year 11'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6536465485899748425</id><published>2009-05-21T17:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:41:08.586+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>Hold me closer tiny dancers..</title><content type='html'>I am trying hard not to go to sleep. Therefore, I decided to post an entry even though &lt;b&gt;I do not want to&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So what happened TODAY?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My first lesson was &lt;b&gt;PSHE&lt;/b&gt; but we did not really do anything. Well, I kept talking to Tanya and David and when Ivo came I started talking to him. Mostly about the show I watched yesterday. Tapos we kept talking and laughing tapos yun tawa ako ng tawa. Wala lang.. I am a happy person kasi eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHYSiCS&lt;/b&gt; was really funny kasi I kept talking nanaman tapos Mr. Denchiee would tell me off pero it never really got to the point na pinalabas niya ako sa room. I also moved a place sa Physics kasi I was distracted by them. (more like I distract them). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Gareth sign my shirt ok&lt;br /&gt;Gareth: Ye. Of course and I will write "Shut up, Charlene" at the back&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa nanaman ako. &lt;br /&gt;Hay, tapos sa lunch time grabe ka sexual ang topic namin ni Sophie. I had pizza with Ketchup kasi super hungry ako eh. &lt;br /&gt;He was sitting next to us with his friends pero I didn't know not like half way. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Nag piktyur piktyuran kami sa Humanities. Pang Facebook kaya. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to bring my camera tomorrow!! Tapos I'll bring felt tip pens para mag sign mga friendships ko. Kasama na rin picture. Tapos on the way home I saw Lawrence, I told hin to sign my shirt. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;Coño said I am a lesbian daw. Haha kumusta naman yun?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6536465485899748425?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6536465485899748425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6536465485899748425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6536465485899748425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6536465485899748425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-me-closer-tiny-dancers.html' title='Hold me closer tiny dancers..'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-144423076915626403</id><published>2009-05-20T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:40:35.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know mag &lt;b&gt;11 pm&lt;/b&gt; na and I am still awake. E kasi naman kanina I was really tired after school because of my &lt;i&gt;Biology Exam&lt;/i&gt;. Mga 5 ata ako natulog tapos nagising ako sa tawag sa phone ko and it was Sop! Napaisip tuloy ako kung anong sasabihin niya yun pala daw &lt;b&gt;Bubbles&lt;/b&gt; asked her why I am ignoring him and why wouldn't I go out with him and something else which she forgot and she might ask it tomorrow. I think or pag may science silang dalawa. Not that interested talaga akong malaman kasi to be honest I am not. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my exams were okay. I think. Maths was to be honest a bit straight forward and I answered almost everything. I am hoping for B or above :) RE was easy. I think it was a bit hard yung sa end cause I didn't revise for it! Haha. But I did answer it. English Lit &amp; Lang was okay. I think I passed it! Haha think lang naman. Tapos Biology was sooo hard kasi talhang comprehension talaga! Babawi na lang ako sa Chemistry and my next Maths exam. &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for B and above for all my subject kasi all of my papers are higher tier :) i feel so brainy. But I am not really. Konti lang. &lt;br /&gt;So relax muna ang drama ko ngayon dahil ang next exam ko ay June 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-144423076915626403?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/144423076915626403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=144423076915626403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/144423076915626403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/144423076915626403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7813345762460276077</id><published>2009-05-15T17:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:40:10.192+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'>Yeeeejii</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/sidge_2004/P150509_1005.jpg" width="260"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/sidge_2004/P150509_1217.jpg" width="260"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pictures that &lt;b&gt;Tim&lt;/b&gt; took kanina. That is &lt;b&gt;Yannick&lt;/b&gt; by the way. I don't have any crush sa kanya or anything like that kasi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Hindi&lt;/b&gt; ko siya type&lt;br&gt;2. He's &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; my type.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the only reason I uploaded them because I think the pics are funny *laughs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today was the last day of my &lt;u&gt;Study Leave&lt;/u&gt; *sobs*.&lt;br /&gt;No more..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_648402926l.jpg" width="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_966064091l.jpg" width="150"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_678251486l.jpg" width="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_856548962l.jpg" width="225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_329306505l.jpg" width="225"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Drinking &lt;b&gt;Hot Chocolate&lt;/b&gt; *sobs*. Naubos ko kaya ang supply ng kitchen *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;...lunch outside. With matching shades pa iyan ha tapos sunbathing *laughs*. But two days lang sunny tapos ulan ulan nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;s&gt;Talking all day long&lt;/s&gt; kahit na we are suppose to revise.&lt;br /&gt;...watching stuff sa Laptop ng school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny kasi &lt;b&gt;Yannick&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Ryan&lt;/b&gt; (not in the pictures) thinks that I am a "grime head" *laughs* Nakakatawa kasi ako lang ang may alam sa mga rap and hiphop. Tim and Sophie didn't have any clue about it. I guess they were not expecting na I listen to those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Napaka honest talaga ni &lt;b&gt;Tim&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tim: You have a bogey hanging out from your nose.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *super hiya at talagang pinunasan ang ilong ko*&lt;br /&gt;Tim: You still have it... It's like in the middle now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super kahiya kasi tumatawa si Yannick *laughs*. Pake ko. Hindi ko naman kilala siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just super laugh trip with them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7813345762460276077?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7813345762460276077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7813345762460276077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7813345762460276077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7813345762460276077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeeeejii.html' title='Yeeeejii'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4171422585602001117</id><published>2009-05-14T17:45:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:39:44.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Bobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_165878298l.jpg" width="150" align="left"&gt;Pissed off right now. Ikaw ba naman ay hindi maiinis sa nangyari today!!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wore my &lt;b&gt;I=YOU&lt;/b&gt; shirt from MANGO tapos as I was walking sa corridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Girl: "I=YOU"?! I equals you and you equals I? Is that some sor of a love equation or something?! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dumbass&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't see her face kasi nakatalikod na ako e. Well, obviously bobo niya no.  EQUALITY po ang message, nalahat tayo ay pantay-pantay. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might wear my racerback or H&amp;M top. Ewan. &lt;br /&gt;Gonna revise na and I'll try not to doze off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4171422585602001117?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4171422585602001117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4171422585602001117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4171422585602001117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4171422585602001117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/bobo.html' title='Bobo'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6557313819974517787</id><published>2009-05-13T17:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:39:24.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Late Night Alumni</title><content type='html'>Yesterdat was quite jice to be honest because I received my &lt;b&gt;I=YOU&lt;/b&gt; T-Shirt and a &lt;b&gt;racer back&lt;/b&gt; shirt from &lt;i&gt;MANGO&lt;/i&gt;. Mom was not happy because the I=YOU t-shirt was expensive but it's not just the name that I am after, it's the message that everyone is equal. Kaya ayun, I bought it. Then, Tita Bikyang and Tita Thurs were here and we had our food trip and movie marathon. &lt;br /&gt;Today, you'll never guess what happened. Well, today was my exam ye. My French exam. So, I woke up late and then went in to the wrong room therefore I sprinted it all the way to stage. Tapos it was obvious ako lang ang hinihintay. The test was not bad. It was okay. Some bits I just guessed because I didn't really get it. Haha I am hoping for B or above :)&lt;br /&gt;I then told the Vice Principal what happened. He was not very pleased. Dang it. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess tomorrow I might wear my Mango Top or my H&amp;M one. &lt;br /&gt;We sang all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6557313819974517787?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6557313819974517787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6557313819974517787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6557313819974517787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6557313819974517787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-night-alumni.html' title='Late Night Alumni'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8908536838261535871</id><published>2009-05-12T17:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:45:56.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Leaving never coming back again</title><content type='html'>Fricking tired from revision. Imagine, two whole days of revising and I have to do it for the whole week. Not that nagrereklamo ako or ano pero my brain hurts like hell. Grabe, I am sure naman may chances na ako ng 5 or more A-A* diba? &lt;i&gt;Aja!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you decide what subject to revise, how you revise, when you revise. Although, walang teacher. Pero youcould go and ask them naman e. In your own time lang naman. &lt;br /&gt;Nung Monday, (kasi I have an early lunch kasi) I dropped by my Physics class tapos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;D:Why aren't you in my Physics lesson?!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am doing that study leave thing. &lt;br /&gt;D: Why did you not tell me beforehand? Why was I the last one to know?! As always. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorrry! Can I please have what you are doing today? Please?&lt;br /&gt;D: You are missing alot here, Charlene.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ivo he was shouting and everything. He was mad that I did it. Oh my God. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it yeah 'cause when I'm in my Physics class, he always tells me off. In addition, they all (classmates) tell&lt;br /&gt;me to shut up. But Ivo said Physics was quite boring daw without my mouth. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it has been quite good. My revision and stuff... Especially that Yannick and Ryan are doing it. Not that I have a crush on them or something. Cute lang sila.&lt;br /&gt;We got our YEAR 11 pictures! OMG It was on the way to the dinner hall. Everyone saw it. Everyone looked fine. Except me. Talagang I was not smiling. Sa lahat ng pictures na pinili. Yun pa yung I WAS NOT SMILING?! oh joy. While I was looking at it HE was like next to me. Tapos HE did not even say hi! Talagang we were like inches away. Tapos HE did not even looked at me. But HE was looking at my picture though. Next time ako na mah start nang conversation talaga. Kaysa naman WHoLELIFE kami hind mag iimikan. That is just sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;french exam tomorrow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8908536838261535871?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8908536838261535871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8908536838261535871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8908536838261535871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8908536838261535871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving-never-coming-back-again.html' title='Leaving never coming back again'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5980509330351395965</id><published>2009-05-10T18:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:38:36.840+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasyalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>Well, as if &lt;i&gt;naman malaki talaga ang nagasto ko diba. E hindi naman. Meron pa nga akong sobrang £20 e.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first time shopping with Sophie. In a way it was kind of intimidating because &lt;i&gt;may kaya siya&lt;/i&gt;, and I was so insecure &lt;i&gt;kung&lt;/i&gt; she'll buy  something very expensive &lt;i&gt;tapos ako chipipay things lang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest she was not really that bad. I helped her choose her clothes, she commented on my clothes in exchange. It was fun because everything I liked, she liked. It was annoying though because we reached the point &lt;b&gt;na nag aagawan kami&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end I bought &lt;b&gt;four tops&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt;a purse&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;nail polish remover&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Lush Stuffs&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;sunglasses&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;footless tights&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exams next week :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5980509330351395965?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5980509330351395965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5980509330351395965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5980509330351395965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5980509330351395965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopaholic.html' title='Shopaholic'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6458975399447278748</id><published>2009-05-09T08:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:38:22.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><title type='text'>Excitedd...nah</title><content type='html'>Shopping today with &lt;i&gt;Sophie&lt;/i&gt; :) I am not that excited to be honest kasi I really want to save the money pero I also want to spend it :(&lt;br /&gt;kakainis talaga. &lt;br /&gt;Kahapon, I went to town to buy Tampons *laughs*. It felt like nothing talaga. As in. As if you don't have any regla and you don't have to worry na malapsan ka. So ye. Pero Mom doesn't like it kasi daw mahirap daw ilagay. Eh kasi naman ung nabili niya noon non-applicator e sa akin naman may applicator. Tapos sabi niya lalaki raw ang butas nang vagina mo (hich actually did make me laugh) pero it's like the size of your fingers. Tapos she said masakit daw. Well, baka it's not fully up. Lastly, she said you'd lose your virginity. Di naman ako tanga ano. It needs force an it &lt;b&gt;should be bigger&lt;/b&gt;. Well, to be honest, I just don't think my parents are open minded they always stick with the old traditional things. I guess wala akong magagawa pero &lt;i&gt;when I'm 18, I surely can do everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I find him cute now? Si Harwin? E tagal ko kaya siya naging classmate. Ngayon pa? Urgh. Pero I think cute lang naman. Hindi crush kasi I don't have time for that. &lt;br /&gt;I am doinb that &lt;b&gt;self supported study&lt;/b&gt; which means we get to study in school, by ourselves and in a room all day. And we don't have to wear non-uniform. Weyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends are doing it :)&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over sa picture namin na ako lang ang naiiba. One day I am going to show you that picture and I think you're going to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Got to go. &lt;br /&gt;Mag ready na me para mamaya. Siguro manood muna ako ng TV. *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6458975399447278748?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6458975399447278748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6458975399447278748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6458975399447278748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6458975399447278748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/exciteddnah.html' title='Excitedd...nah'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4584516947981173416</id><published>2009-05-07T17:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:38:03.107+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Isang tanong, Isang _____.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:) There are many stories behind one smile. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels when things arriv when you least expect it the most. Tapos you just realized na ang tagal mong hinantay tapos yung pagod ka na sa kakahintay siyaka siya darating. Wala na isip ko lang. Kasi bigla lang akong nag iba for the past two years. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, &lt;i&gt;Physics&lt;/i&gt; was fun kasi it started so cutee. ^^ kasi kumuha ako ng scrap paper sa front kasi wala akong book (nakalimutan ko) tapos sabay rin kumuha ng papel si Harwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: Forgot you book then, Charlene?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ye. Obviously&lt;br /&gt;Him: Well, that is bad. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Where's your book then&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakyutan lang ako kasi he never talks to me. Tapos he was trying to be funny, clearly he was not. Pero cute talaa siya but minsan pangit siya minsan. Hindi naman masyado pangit malaki konti ang mata niya and he is too tall. Lile 6'4". &lt;br /&gt;Tapos yun nga we was going over our test papers tapos &lt;b&gt;Robert&lt;/b&gt; was checkin my paper. Tapos he said my answer in 4(a) is not an answer kasi daw it's too casual. Tapos yun nga we were checking our test tapos it was question 2. I was checking Harwin's paper *kilig* tapos after Mr. Denchie said the answer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: I shoild get a mark for that. Whoever's checking my paper. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhh it's your paper I am checking. I forgot to read it. (sabay tawa)&lt;br /&gt;Gareth: Well you should check the paper, CJ&lt;br /&gt;Him: Will I get a mark for that. &lt;br /&gt;Me: ye. One. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa test paper niya may annotations ako. Cute nga e. &lt;br /&gt;Main thing was my answer in 4(a) Mr. Denchie was explaining the answer tapos bigla sabi ni Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: Oh my God, Charlene, you actually got it right!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Read me the first line&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well, to be honest, I really don't know be~".. I'm just gonna read all of it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whole class listening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well, to be honest, I really don't know cuz I hven't revised but I think it produces an alternating current because the magnetic field keep changing. So yeah.. I guess that is the reason"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos tumawa si Mr. Denchiee. &lt;br /&gt;Well atleast I got it right *winks*&lt;br /&gt;Ate chocolate today. Yung half price toblerone na binigay ni mamu. &lt;br /&gt;Kagabi I got £100 for my shopping. &lt;br /&gt;Yeyy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4584516947981173416?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4584516947981173416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4584516947981173416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4584516947981173416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4584516947981173416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/isang-tanong-isang.html' title='Isang tanong, Isang _____.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7583482681462629636</id><published>2009-05-06T22:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:37:30.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasyalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chibog'/><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Thanks sa mga nag text, nag comment, nag message at nag greet in person. I really appreciate it. It truly makes me feel that I am &lt;i&gt;LOVED&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I received quite a lot of presents which I was not really expecting. I was loke well shocked at the end of the day I had like loads. Some people forgot their present for me. Especially Selena and Ivo. Well, apparently I have a present from Selena. Tapos Ivo wants to get me something along with his card. Hay. &lt;br /&gt;In Physics naman, I was kept behind for seating at the wrong place. Tapos I said I have to go cause I am hungry. Then Mr. Denchiee asked me what I had for Breakfast and I said Fish. Paksiw na Tilapia. Harhar.  Tapos weird daw ang pagkain ko. &lt;br /&gt;We ate at &lt;b&gt;Frankie &amp; Benny's&lt;/b&gt;. It was so yummy but expensive. Grabeee. Like for four of us it costs about £90!! Grabe. But busog ako talaga!!  &lt;br /&gt;Overall, my birthday wasn't too bad. &lt;br /&gt;16 na ako. Harhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7583482681462629636?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7583482681462629636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7583482681462629636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7583482681462629636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7583482681462629636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8990317197904695400</id><published>2009-05-05T23:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:37:14.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasyalan'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear Ceee Jayy, Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One hour&lt;/i&gt; to go before my birthday :| to be honest, i am not actually excited. I am more excited going shopping with Sophie and Eggie. &lt;br /&gt;Although, I am not quite sure where we are going. It was gonna be Peterborough but then Sophie said Cambridge. I am not actually familiar with Cambridge. But ang dami kayang shop doon. I don't know. I'd rather stick with Peterborough kasi it wouldn't cost me much for train ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forty-five minuted to go. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying how people kept greeting me on the wrong date. Hello?! MAY 6!! I don't know where did they get the idea na my Birthday is on May 3 or May 5. Putek talaga. &lt;br /&gt;I saw him today. Well, 'cause I didn't have my glasses I didn't see him clearly pero I knew it was him anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie was really moody today talaga as in. Hindi kaya ng powers ko grabe. &lt;br /&gt;Kasi kaninang umaga I was late 'tas sa English masado siyang tahimik. Tapos nung lunch time kasi, I was gonna seat upstairs kasi nasa baba si Him tapos sabi niya sa baba na lang. So umupo ako. Tapos continue siya nag walk papunta sa taas kasi daw gusto ko daw doon. Hay.  Tapos cellphone siya ng cellphone. Is it just me pero parang showing off na mehn. Kasi touchscreen and 8mega ang camera. &lt;br /&gt;Talking about camera on her phone ye. I asked her to take a picture of me (epal talaga) tapos sabi niya mamaya na daw. Hanggang at the end of the day hindi niya ako kinunan. T___T&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang naala ko na baka &lt;b&gt;side effects&lt;/b&gt; ng tablets niya. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, oo, kasama ang &lt;b&gt;mood swings&lt;/b&gt; sa side effects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote on her wall to tell her how much I didn't like what she was acting today kasi hindi ako &lt;b&gt;plastic&lt;/b&gt; kung ayaw kita sasabihin ko. &lt;br /&gt;Tapos yun nga inamin niya na moody siya ang tablets yun. So okay na kami. Hindi naman masyadong away na away o anuman. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Thirty minutes left&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba countdown na countdown talaga ang lola mo ano. Harhar. Anyhoo, i made a list of wht to buy when I go shopping it also depends kung how much ang ibibigay sa akin. Asa naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shopping List:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lush stuff&lt;br /&gt;Bag&lt;br /&gt;Burloloys Galore&lt;br /&gt;Purse&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Jeans (not sure. Siguro siyaka na lang with mamu kasi masyadong mahal e. U know naman may pera si mamu. )&lt;br /&gt;Body Shop stuff&lt;br /&gt;Tshirts&lt;br /&gt;Tops&lt;br /&gt;Dress&lt;br /&gt;Issah's present&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping lang talaga na sale para madami akong mabili ^^ Sana £100-200 ang ibigay. Kakain pa naman kaya ako sa Mcdo ng dalawang McFlurry harhar tapos bibili pa ako ng millies cookies to take home. At muffin para kay Mamu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope na mag kausap na kami ang we shall put our shyness away talaga kasi it's so awkward like not talking to him mehn. Putek talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alis na ang lola mo. Kasi mag countdown na ako. Hehe how sad diba. Mag kukulot pa ako ng buhok bukas katulad nung ginawa ko nung laban ni Pacquiao. Talking about Pacquiao He was amazed nung pinatumba ni Pacquiao si Hatton. Tas sabi niya pa kaya niya daw ipatumba si Manny. Asa naman. &lt;br /&gt;Tapos I kept singing &lt;b&gt;"There's only one Ricky Hatton"&lt;/b&gt; haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8990317197904695400?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8990317197904695400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8990317197904695400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8990317197904695400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8990317197904695400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6294736071652983485</id><published>2009-05-05T00:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:36:38.747+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Nabanggit ko na ba na I am not going to update this blog everyday.&lt;p&gt;I moved- &lt;a href="http://utwisted.tumblr.com"&gt;utwisted.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s quicker. I&amp;#39;ll only use this blog for longer blogs. Albeit, this  &lt;br&gt;post i going to be short because I am just updating you lot.&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, I just realized that it is TWO DAYS before my SIXTEENTH  &lt;br&gt;birthday ^^&lt;br&gt;Should you feel the urge to greet me, comment me na lang sa Friendster.&lt;p&gt;I really want to edit my blog template but I couldn&amp;#39;t waste any time.  &lt;br&gt;I have to get good GCSE grades kahit na I only have just started  &lt;br&gt;revising. LOL&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll surely be blogging sa Tumblr to ensure short amount of time being  &lt;br&gt;used. Kasi blogging here is time consuming e.&lt;p&gt;Tapos if you want to see pictures naman, nasa FS lang yun or sa  &lt;br&gt;Facebook.&lt;p&gt;Kailan kaya magiging...?&lt;p&gt;Going to go to sleep na. Can&amp;#39;t believe school again tomorrow *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6294736071652983485?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6294736071652983485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6294736071652983485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6294736071652983485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6294736071652983485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7092249744765443277</id><published>2009-05-03T06:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:36:22.135+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>God save The Queen because He can't save Hatton</title><content type='html'>FYI, God Save athe Queen ay National Anthem ng Brittain. &lt;br&gt;Anyhoo, Mom knows about my blog. I have nothing to hide so she can read all she wants. I guess, in a way, it&amp;#39;s gonna give her more chance to get to know me. &lt;br&gt;I cannot sleep. One reason is, the sun is shining so bright. Thus, the reason for creating a Note. &lt;p&gt;Pacquiao won!&lt;br&gt;We were shouting sa bawat suntok na nakukuha ni Pacquiao. &lt;br&gt;Parang nasasaktan rin kami. &lt;p&gt;The point is, the Brits were so confident na Hatton is gonna win the friggin match. &lt;br&gt;But he didn&amp;#39;t. In addition, it only took 2 rounds. Which was a shame because we waited for FIVE HOURS just to watch a THREE MINUTE match. &lt;p&gt;Nakulbaan din ako kay Batista! He was like beside Manny &lt;br&gt;:)&lt;p&gt;Russell Brand was there! Obviously, he was supporting Hatton cuz he is from England. Ha well, Pacquiao won. &lt;p&gt;Next time, Brits, siguraduhin niyong may IBUBUGA kayo. &lt;p&gt;Never underestimate PINOYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7092249744765443277?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7092249744765443277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7092249744765443277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7092249744765443277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7092249744765443277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-save-queen-because-he-cant-save.html' title='God save The Queen because He can&apos;t save Hatton'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1133826445968639280</id><published>2009-05-03T03:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:36:08.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasyalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chibog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>MANNY</title><content type='html'>As of right now, we are waiting for &lt;b&gt;Manny Pacquiao&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Rick Hatton's&lt;/b&gt; match.&lt;br /&gt;It is 3:20AM in the morning. I am so energized because I cannot wait for the match&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_481868028l.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stolen shot po ni Tita Thursday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are all waiting in our dining room whereas the men are in the living room drinking beer.&lt;Br&gt; Because it is my birthday next week, Wednesday. We decided to eat out :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_511234687l.jpg" width="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was not that fun. Nontheless, I ate loads. And I feel uber FAT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't blog frequently as I used to because &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. GCSEs soon and I am aiming for B and above :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cannot be bothered to blog everyday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Therefore, I made a little/mini blog &lt;b&gt;utwisted.tumblr.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;short snippets of my life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1133826445968639280?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1133826445968639280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1133826445968639280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1133826445968639280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1133826445968639280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/05/manny.html' title='MANNY'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-3557032057243748117</id><published>2009-04-18T00:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:35:34.148+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Sa wakas</title><content type='html'>Thanks Gods talaga ^^ May pera na ako! *jumps* Kanina lang natanggap sa bank account ni mommy. Akala ko nga wala e. Pero meron pala. Great things come when you least expect it. Talagang yung sabi ni mommy may pera na happy talaga. Pero panandalian lang. Marami ding lumilipad sa isip ko kung anung gagawin ko sa pera na iyon. Akalain mo I was just expectin atleast £80 pero I got £352!!! ^^ Mahigit kumulang P25K din yan. Sabi ni mommy ipunin ko daw. Aba siyempre. Para naman may pang gasto na po ako sa Christmas! At pambili ng gift ni Sophie. &lt;br /&gt;Ako'y natatakot na sa isang iglap ay mawawala na ang pera kasi gastadora po talaga ako. So, sana ito ang way ni God na maturuan ko ang sarili kong magtipid ^^&lt;br /&gt;Nainis din ako dahil akala ko po na download ko ang mga song sa aking iPod Touch! Ang dami pa naman yun. Mga 20 new songs T___T Hay. Bukas na lang siguro. &lt;br /&gt;Tapos walang nag text sa phone ko. Mga walang load.&lt;br /&gt;Shoppung daw kami bukas. Hindi naman ako excited kasi alam kong drawing nanaman ni mommy iyan. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-3557032057243748117?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/3557032057243748117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=3557032057243748117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3557032057243748117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3557032057243748117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/sa-wakas.html' title='Sa wakas'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8481055558810033029</id><published>2009-04-17T01:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:34:56.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Sleepy tight.</title><content type='html'>I just received a text message from &lt;b&gt;Mikee&lt;/b&gt; saying I have to vote for her friend, &lt;i&gt;Kristelle&lt;/i&gt;. I do love Mikee to bits pero I don't know ger friend. Let alone vote for her and waste my precious credit. ^___^ Ihave a new friend today, she's called &lt;b&gt;Keith&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe not a friend, more of an acquaintance really. Anyhoo, I saw her go online, I thought I might talk to her because I was sort of bored. I found out we have the same likes in food. ^____^ And same problem sa weight. *laughs* Though I feel really bad today because I binged and ate six &lt;b&gt;siopaos&lt;/b&gt;.. Hay buhay TT___TT So bukas ko ulit i-try ang diet ko. Tagal pa naman ang pasko e. Sa pasko talaga ang deadline ko. &lt;br /&gt;Kakaapos lang din nag text ng Friend ko. Nagalit siya at bakit daw nag text ako... 1:48am na kasi. Akala ko gising pa siya. *laughs* sabi niya matulog na raw ako. &lt;br /&gt;At kung friend kita sa Facebook. Yung nag comment sa Shoutout ko ay Manager sa CareHome na pinagtratrabahuan ni mommy ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;In fairness kasi maganda yung quote ko. &lt;br /&gt;Nainis pa ako today dahil may nagsabi daw na "unfriendly" ako. At nag judge pa siya ha. Hindi ko naman alam talaga kung sino siya. Alam ko lang name niya. Nevertheless, she shouldn't judge me because I don't know what she looks like anyways. And if ever may nag wave sa akin sa town or whatever I can't really see them because of my eyesight. &lt;br /&gt;Hay naku bad trip. &lt;br /&gt;Makatulog na nga. Or mag muni muni pa ako. Minsan parang JD na ako sa Scrubs. Palagi akong may daydream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8481055558810033029?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8481055558810033029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8481055558810033029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8481055558810033029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8481055558810033029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepy-tight.html' title='Sleepy tight.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5614769577505998425</id><published>2009-04-15T01:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:34:37.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Are you online?</title><content type='html'>Currently waiting for my &lt;b&gt;aunt&lt;/b&gt; to go online.. I've been waiting for almost an hour. Still, she is not online.&lt;b&gt; I hate waiting.&lt;/b&gt; I am just not the sort of person that has a lot of patience. I'm going to check again after this post, and if she is still not online. I might just have to go to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I made some changes in my blog, can't you see? Hope you find it way better ^___^ &lt;br /&gt;Prom is just around the corner *dances* and I just realized that my prom dress is P19,179/£270. No way I am paying for that with my own money.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said she's going to open a bank account for me ^____^ this &lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;. The only bank open is Natwest. It's okay, I like Natwest.  She also said that she'll deposit the whole £100/P7110 every month. Sabi niya I will only get £5/P355.50 a week which I clearly disagreed. I told her that I can spend how much money I want kasi in the end ako ang malulugi kung wala ako magagasto sa Christmas. Nag sabi pa ako na sana doblehin niya ang ma ipon ko. *laughs* I doubt though.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna go all &lt;i&gt;hyped&lt;/i&gt; up about it and just continue thanking God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5614769577505998425?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5614769577505998425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5614769577505998425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5614769577505998425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5614769577505998425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-online.html' title='Are you online?'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2863217686355360743</id><published>2009-04-12T20:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:34:20.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Waiting in VAiN</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;And I don’t know how I knew it&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it somehow&lt;br /&gt;You’re the answer to the question&lt;br /&gt;No one’s answered till now&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know what you see&lt;br /&gt;What you see in me&lt;br /&gt;Girl it’s nothing to what I see in you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/IMG000037.jpg" width="175"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/IMG000040.jpg" width="175"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/IMG000023.jpg" width="175"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/IMG000028.jpg" width="175"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/IMG000027.jpg" width="175"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/IMG000024.jpg" width="175"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I was bored ^_______^ I chatted to my &lt;b&gt;bestfriend&lt;/b&gt; today.. Another reason for the smile on my face right now ^_______^ feeling okay today. I cannot also wait for my &lt;b&gt;padala&lt;/b&gt; from Philippines. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to read the magazines ^_______^ Mom baked pancake.. It was really good!!! Pataba moment nanaman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2863217686355360743?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2863217686355360743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2863217686355360743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2863217686355360743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2863217686355360743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting-in-vain.html' title='Waiting in VAiN'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4948805512187732720</id><published>2009-04-11T19:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:33:55.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>Barbie, please smile.</title><content type='html'>Should I? &lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't want this in the first place?&lt;br /&gt; What if it was you who wanted all this... &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want this. &lt;br /&gt;I think you are too selfish. Thinking about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;And not others. &lt;br /&gt;You didn't even bother asking me if I am still happy. &lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, I am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;These smiles? These laughs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh they are fake. &lt;br /&gt;All fake. &lt;br /&gt;I am fake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Didn't used to be like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to go back.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The old times. &lt;br /&gt;The sweet times. &lt;br /&gt;But you just had to come back and take me with you.&lt;br /&gt; Didn't you? I wish you never came back.&lt;br /&gt; Too late now, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;And now you keep telling me I should be happy. For all the things you have given me. &lt;br /&gt;I repeat. I didn't want it. I never wanted it. You should take it back. &lt;br /&gt;Or maybe stop making me express my feelings because it's not going to be what you expect anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I fin my happiness? When will I be happy? Or maybe I just wanted to feel this way. T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4948805512187732720?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4948805512187732720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4948805512187732720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4948805512187732720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4948805512187732720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/barbie-please-smile.html' title='Barbie, please smile.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2610725456921719740</id><published>2009-04-11T02:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:33:39.365+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>And I'll keep waiting</title><content type='html'>•^-^• &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When l meet you &lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how much I waited for you &lt;br /&gt; to come in to my life. &lt;br /&gt;Tell you how I wanted you to wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt; whenever I felt like crying. &lt;br /&gt;Tell you that I hoped for you to come&lt;br /&gt; for every single days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that my life was not complete &lt;br /&gt;before I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait. And I will wait until we finally meet ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2610725456921719740?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2610725456921719740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2610725456921719740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2610725456921719740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2610725456921719740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-ill-keep-waiting.html' title='And I&apos;ll keep waiting'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5466354263554785198</id><published>2009-04-11T01:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:45:40.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>The beach boys</title><content type='html'>It's not long now 'til my birthday (^-^) &lt;br /&gt;Should I be excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am nowhere near excited (.__.) I just want to get this over and done with. I kept telling all my friends the wrong date of my birthday because I just don't like the idea of birthday. I know you get presents and money. &lt;br /&gt;For what? For celebrating that you are a &lt;b&gt;year older&lt;/b&gt;?Why not celebrate it everyday instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, I am just going shopping with Sophie (^-^) We are going to Peterborough. It depends in how much money I'll get from my parents. I don't even want to have an all-Filipino-eating-and-singing night because I am so fed up with it (&gt;_&lt;)  &lt;br /&gt;I want something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to buy in Peterborough (&gt;_&lt;) bags? dress? shoes? make ups? I don't really know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*     *     *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my Birthday plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;b&gt;Mel Gibson's Apocalypto&lt;/b&gt; with my dad today (^__^) I loved the guy who played Jaguar Paw. He was to die for (~__~)Vm&lt;br /&gt;There were some explicit scenes (&gt;__&lt;) Blood. Hearts. Dead bodies. &lt;br /&gt;In short, my type of movie. I'd definitely watch it again. &lt;br /&gt;Before that, I saw &lt;b&gt;50 First Dates&lt;/b&gt; (~___~) über loved it. Though I have seen it before it felt like it was my first time. The part where Lucy beats Rob Schneider(?) hella funny. And it was so sweet. I hope someone could do that for me. &lt;br /&gt;Like, actually make an effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much the most boring day of the year today (&gt;____&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Can you notice the silent manifestation of my dismay?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I could not see your manifestation"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5466354263554785198?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5466354263554785198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5466354263554785198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5466354263554785198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5466354263554785198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-boys.html' title='The beach boys'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-303262640625850730</id><published>2009-04-09T01:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:32:49.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><title type='text'>Looking for a job :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="https://secure.marketingweek.co.uk/download/18083/ThickBox_cancericon.jpg" align="left"&gt;I do not really know where I got this sudden urge of looking or a job. Tomorrow I am going to ring the place where I worked for &lt;b&gt;work experience&lt;/b&gt; if they still had a place. If not then I might do some volunteering work. I don't think there is anything wrong with that. &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to work at Cancer Research :)&lt;br /&gt;Sophie said&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Ye Olde Griffin&lt;/span&gt; is recruiting for a job. But I don't really want to work in a public house, to be honest. &lt;br /&gt;I want to get Ivo's work. Because I think he was offered a place but he's not taking it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel ill today. I kept coughing and I have a blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it soooooooooo much &lt;br /&gt;(heavy sarcasm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-303262640625850730?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/303262640625850730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=303262640625850730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/303262640625850730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/303262640625850730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-for-job.html' title='Looking for a job :('/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5192198130718805989</id><published>2009-04-08T12:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:32:32.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasyalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>NO Love muna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;From now on, I am not going to blog about my love life :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/94/42/11852449/1_600209473l.jpg" align="left" width="225"&gt; We went to London yesterday to renew my passport :) &lt;br /&gt;The day was tiring and disappointing at the same time. But that is life isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is a bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited about London pero I've learned my lesson na. Never go excited about something because you're not going to get what you're hoping for. I might sound pessimistic but based on my experiences. Yes. It is &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for hours in &lt;b&gt;Philippine Embassy&lt;/b&gt; pero before we went I met this kid.&lt;br /&gt;He was laughing at me. I do not know for what reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:What are you laughing at?&lt;br /&gt;Kid:Your weird&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me? Weird? You're the one who's laughing for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: I'm waiting for my mom. &lt;br /&gt;(from the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I told you, she's not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang away ba? with my best possible accent iyan ha. Kakainis talaga ung lalaki na iyon. Pero in fairness cute siya but he is year 6 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like ages taking pictures and walking from places to places. We then decided to shop in &lt;b&gt;GAP&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they did. I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to go to &lt;b&gt;Abercrombie &amp; Fitch&lt;/b&gt;. We couldn't find it kasi nasa pinaka suluk-sulukan siya ng London :) Nasa &lt;b&gt;Regent St.&lt;/b&gt; tapos sa harapan ng &lt;b&gt;Starbucks&lt;/b&gt;. Lumiko ka sa &lt;b&gt;Vigo St.&lt;/b&gt; tapos continue walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01178/arts-graphics-2007_1178138a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opo, iyan po ang entrance ng &lt;b&gt;Abercrombie &amp; Fitch&lt;/b&gt;. What more is that the doors were opened by two good looking guys ("store models" instead  of shop assistants) and a &lt;b&gt;half naked guy&lt;/b&gt; :) I was hoping for a normal store. But instead it looked like a flipping night club. I liked it. It was different from others. Tapos ang bango pa nung place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1170/1472544009_8df7990c29_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.inspiredesignblog.co.uk/images/RetailSafari1/AberFitch.jpg" width="240"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, their sizes are too small. I was going to fit in sa &lt;b&gt;large&lt;/b&gt; but my boobs are too big :( &lt;br /&gt;(btw nakita ko yang lalaki sa end!!! Kalbo na siya ngayon!! Pero ang gwapo niya.. maputi.. makinis.. pero &lt;b&gt;gay ^^&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop assistants were so good looking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/03_03/AbercrombieES_468x318.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5192198130718805989?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5192198130718805989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5192198130718805989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5192198130718805989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5192198130718805989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-love-muna.html' title='NO Love muna.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1170/1472544009_8df7990c29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2776959626041980524</id><published>2009-03-24T23:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:31:45.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><title type='text'>Cute me :-D</title><content type='html'>I think twas last Monday when I told Sophie to give a note to Bubbles (A.D.)..&lt;br /&gt; It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;if you want my number ask Sophie&lt;br /&gt;ox&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sophie that if he did say yes, she needs to ask him what is the motive behind all this.. Just as I arrived home be texted me. We exchanged texts and everything. I told him to just add me in msn 'cause texting might just cost me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;So we spent about 2 hours chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a bit awkward because I was talking to my friend and be suddenly passed by. I didn't know whether or say hi or smile. &lt;br /&gt;I was in my citizenship class (afterschool) and I was staring into space then suddenly people were coming outside from this room. It was where the afterschool detention was held.  As I look at people going outside from that room I was so shocked when Bubbles looked at my way. &lt;br /&gt;He had an afterschool detention. (with Harwin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I got a text from by bubbles asking me why I was in that room blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;And then more text...&lt;br /&gt;More chat online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I slept.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and received a text. I asked him what as the reason in he wanted my number. He said  look cute and he wants my number. &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilig naman ang gaga. &lt;br /&gt;Pero I am not really sure. Another guy was giving me a hint that he likes me. But I think I find 'R' cute *blush* &lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that last Monday the guy saw me twice!! &lt;br /&gt;I had a look in his physics class tapos he saw&lt;br /&gt;He didn't smile though :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2776959626041980524?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2776959626041980524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2776959626041980524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2776959626041980524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2776959626041980524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-me-d.html' title='Cute me :-D'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8794787436669995847</id><published>2009-03-23T15:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:31:27.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Bubbles..</title><content type='html'>Sheiße.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8794787436669995847?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8794787436669995847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8794787436669995847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8794787436669995847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8794787436669995847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/bubbles.html' title='Bubbles..'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1622432040376142599</id><published>2009-03-22T19:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:31:12.633+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>Kwentong pang bata</title><content type='html'>It's so annoying. I forgot to buy goods for my maths trip on Thursday.  I was pretty occupied in the fact that it's Monday tomorrow.  My first school day with glasses. It'll be so different.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the board. The teacher. The clock. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 1 hour cleaning my room. It used to look as though a uuttican passed by but now, it looks so lovely. &lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for my bestie. I understand her. I remeber how we read this story in Filipino then suddenly she said it's her grandma. I debt believe it the first time she said it. But now I definitely do. Her grandma is such a great writer. Such a shame someone as good as her passed away. Nawalan ang pilipinas ng isang magaling na manunulat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also called my grandma and showed her the prom dress that I wanted. I told her to put some butterflies at the bottom :D&lt;br /&gt;'B' was online in facebook and I talked to him. Sop went relly mad at me because of the things I told him. Hahahaha. This I so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;Charlene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I want to be called CJ for those who really know me but Charlene for acquaintances and strangers. But Bestt by my bestfriend though we're miles away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1622432040376142599?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1622432040376142599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1622432040376142599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1622432040376142599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1622432040376142599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-annoying.html' title='Kwentong pang bata'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5198223416448765876</id><published>2009-03-22T00:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:30:25.767+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><title type='text'>Realized</title><content type='html'>I got my glasses today!! They defo suit me :) I look like a professor. &lt;br /&gt;Today, we went shopping in Hampton. I bought T-Shirts and bows. &lt;br /&gt;I was tired afterwards. I didn't find the top that I wanted from New Look. We then ate at McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving I told my mom about A.D. She said if he wants my number then he should have asked it himself. But as I said this Monday, I'm going to ask my friend to ask him whether he did want my number. &lt;br /&gt;If yes, then he should ask it himself.&lt;br /&gt;If no, that's fine with me. I ain't interested anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and cooked. We had mom's friends too. So it was so fun yet tiring because we sang our lungs out. &lt;br /&gt;But I do have a sore throat. I think it made it worst :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to suprise my friends and classmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5198223416448765876?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5198223416448765876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5198223416448765876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5198223416448765876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5198223416448765876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/realized.html' title='Realized'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5610666262400899924</id><published>2009-03-20T19:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:29:53.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>I lost my voice. Just now. It's quite annoying really. I mean "hello?!", like it's my French Oral Exam this Friday. And I lost my voice. Nice. I just want to blog about what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First appointment was &lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Miss said I am aiming towards an A because I got a freaking A* in my coursework. I just have to work on my exam style technique questions. &lt;br /&gt;She also recommended me to buy this revision guide. It was only £6. It was not that bad. She said I was a very hard working student and I am very hard working.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite annoying though when Mom mentioned about me spending too much time on PC.&lt;br /&gt;Miss was nice enough and said I don't have to revise now. She said I should start revising in Easter holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French was the same thing. I was hard working and aiming for an A. He said I need to practice for my next Oral Exam. &lt;br /&gt;That was about it really. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology was exactly the same. Aiming for an A. She said I am talkative and sometimes I don't finish my work. But overall, my school work is an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was exactly the same. Miss said I can aim for an A. She also said I was a star. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was exactly the same however this time I had a low grade. A C grade :| I was not really bothered about it. I know I can improve it and move up to a B. If I work really hard. Mr. Dench mentioned about people that kept telling me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;He was really angry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was same thing.. Aiming for an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was aiming for B :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*   *   *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today I went on Facebook and talked to my classmate. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him why he always tell me to shut up. He said because I was really noisy and just talk about load of crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Every day in Physics there is not a day that I haven't been told off for talking.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyday they'd tell me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I moved place. &lt;br /&gt;My classmate next to me told me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, Charlene"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, every one started saying that. It was quite annoying. Kahit na hindi ako nag sasalita sinasabi nila iyan.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I asked my classmate if he was actually serious. And he said he was. So imma try my hardest to not talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I got my lesson. Because I lost my voice :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5610666262400899924?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5610666262400899924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5610666262400899924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5610666262400899924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5610666262400899924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-go.html' title='Let Me Go'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7495712712304384761</id><published>2009-03-20T16:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:29:15.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><title type='text'>Five minutes to save the world.</title><content type='html'>My real lucky day for love is today. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code names: (for my bestfriend and stalkers haha)&lt;br /&gt;'The guy' - R. S. &lt;br /&gt;A. D. - the one who 'asked' for my number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't seen 'the guy' today :( well not his face. Just the back of his head when I had a look in Physics. &lt;br /&gt;Haha asa naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, lesson today was ICT the only lesson where I see A.D.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was sitting opposite him. I was like &lt;b&gt;two metres&lt;/b&gt; away from him. Our ICT is a big room and it can hold up to 40 people. &lt;br /&gt;Hence, there were two classes in there. &lt;br /&gt;So I started talking to Ivo and Tanya. I didn't do any ICT because I was pretty occupied on &lt;b&gt;talking&lt;/B&gt; about my Parents Evening last night. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Luke asked if I have MSN or PHONE NO. He then told A. D. that I don't have any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay if someone asks your MSN or phone. Or both just as long as it's them personally who is asking for it. Not some kind of a messenger act. It was quite annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me think about so much was when Luke said "you think he(A. D.) looks like right a piece of shit?" (in short.. pangit ba siya?)&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, no I don't. I am just not interested. That is all. &lt;br /&gt;Of course I said "no". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the end of class he didn't even bother making the move himself. So why bother? But Sop is going to ask him on Monday what is the real deal. Whether he is serious or just joking... &lt;br /&gt;I did kinda saw him glanced at me few times. &lt;br /&gt;Or is it paranoia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I saw him. But I didn't show any signs that I am interested. I didn't smile nor wave. Let's wait for Monday. &lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to get my &lt;b&gt;glasses&lt;/b&gt;. I so can't wait. My eyesight is killing me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story:&lt;br /&gt;In ICT, David told me to shut up because he was annoyed of my voice. But Pete tried backing me up and said "Why not try going on a diet for five minutes?!"&lt;br /&gt;Made me laugh. And it was wrong timing because everyone was quite. Seriously I am embarassing to be with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7495712712304384761?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7495712712304384761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7495712712304384761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7495712712304384761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7495712712304384761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-minutes-to-save-world.html' title='Five minutes to save the world.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4780811681908034590</id><published>2009-03-19T15:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:28:53.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Milkshake.</title><content type='html'>By the way, if are some &lt;b&gt;spelling mistakes&lt;/b&gt; it's due to the fact that I am blogging through my &lt;b&gt;iPod&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be my lucky day for love. (or tomorrow?) &lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't feel it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so boastful :( cause I kept asking my friends how was their french oral and I kept saying I got an A* even though I didn't revise. Which is true. But I know the way I said it, it sounded as though I did not have to revise to get an A*. Anyways, today made my throat extra itchy!! &lt;br /&gt;I kept talking talking and gossiping .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee and Becky aren't best friends anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Kelly and Mathew are such PDAers!!&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Mitchell as well!!&lt;br /&gt;And so much more. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of mentioned about my past crushes to Sop!! And so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, If it was a lucky day for love for Taurus' I just totally made it go away.&lt;br /&gt;Flashbakk muna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can remember (talking to myself here) last Friday, I went and sat in ICT by myself. &lt;br /&gt;And this guy just asked me for my opinion on something which I couldn't possibly remember. As I sat there I can feel how he kept looking at me. But I wasn't really interested because I don't know him. &lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, when I was eating my lunch, I was with Sop. He kept looking at me again while I was talking which was a bit awkward you know. &lt;br /&gt;TODAY, in PE, I was trying to catch the ping pong ball when someone called my name. It was Luke. I don't really know Luke. He wanted me to come and talk to him. I said no. Like ewwww. I don't know you. And he was with his group of friends (one of them was the guy). &lt;br /&gt;When I saw Luke by himself. I took that chance to ask me what he really wanted. He asked if I have an email address for his friend. The same guy that kept looking at me. &lt;br /&gt;I said no. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't interested in love. Crush, oo. But not love. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had to show that I wasn't interested. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home I knew he was somewhere behind me and Sop. &lt;br /&gt;So I started talking and singing and mentioned about 'the guy'. Nakakainis because when I said 'the guy'  Sop made that hand signal which I think he saw :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he lost interest na for me. I hope. But if he still is interested after what happened today then I will think about giving him my email add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Luke is not the one who kept asking for my number. It's A.D. Luke is asking on his behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*    *    *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda teasing Sop against her friend "Berry". I made a promise to myself that whenever I see him I will sing Colbie Calait's "realize". &lt;br /&gt;She is annoyed. I have been doing it the whole day. :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw she saw 'the guy' and she thinks he has a big nose. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent's Evening today.&lt;br /&gt;So scared. To death. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4780811681908034590?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4780811681908034590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4780811681908034590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4780811681908034590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4780811681908034590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/strawberry-milkshake.html' title='Strawberry Milkshake.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2429077615084746396</id><published>2009-03-18T17:02:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:28:10.052+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>I like animé.</title><content type='html'>It was terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ten minutes before twelve noon I started revising my Presntation for my oral. It was about school :) I was hella nervous and scared. I had a million worries in my mind. However, I did know that this was my mocks. I still want to get an A-A*. But I never thought I'll get it anyways. I was one hundred percent sure I'm going to get a C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time. I had to go to Eastwood House, the place where my oral is going to take place. &lt;br /&gt;I waited outside the room. &lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Mr. William. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheiße. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me upstairs to this Preparation Room"" and in front of me was a sheet containing my role play an narration. &lt;br /&gt;I practiced my Narration for ten minutes. After fifteen minutes Mr. William came and asked if I could come with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the room, I knew there was no turning back. &lt;br /&gt;I did my role play..&lt;br /&gt;My narration.. &lt;br /&gt;And Presentation .. &lt;br /&gt;And the five minutes conversation. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the hardest bit was the conversation because you have to think about what to say and make sure you get the marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end I got an A/A*. &lt;br /&gt;That was without any revision and preparation. &lt;br /&gt;I was so ecstatic but not complacent. &lt;br /&gt;I still have to revise for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my exam I went straight to physics and tell my friends my news. &lt;br /&gt;But funny enough. The room was surprisingly quiet. No one was talking. &lt;br /&gt;So I started telling about what I thought was hard and easy &lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;As usual I got told off many times for talking and how the room was quite before I came. &lt;br /&gt;Hate him. &lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't have to do some physics. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parent's evening tomorrow :( &lt;br /&gt;So scared. &lt;br /&gt;The good reports? Or them bad reports??&lt;br /&gt;Mwahhaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2429077615084746396?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2429077615084746396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2429077615084746396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2429077615084746396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2429077615084746396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like-anime.html' title='I like animé.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6356982277909767789</id><published>2009-03-17T19:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:27:29.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>Je vais mourir.</title><content type='html'>I am really nervous for my French oral test (mock) tomorrow. I don't even know what to say. &lt;br /&gt;And the pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I got A* in my mock test does not mean I am going to get an A* this time :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared. I'm hella scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of asked Mr. Dench if we could attend his year 13 physics class. He said no. Haha.d&lt;br /&gt; I did try though. Maybe. Just maybe. Haha. Anyways, I am off to revise some french for tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Best!! Three days until I get me glasses. But one more day until parent's evening :(&lt;br /&gt;Sheße.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6356982277909767789?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6356982277909767789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6356982277909767789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6356982277909767789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6356982277909767789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/je-vais-mourir.html' title='Je vais mourir.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-3712202490756073844</id><published>2009-03-17T01:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:23:21.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Over Slept.</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you that I cannot wait for my glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how scared I am for my French oral exam?&lt;br /&gt;Did I slip in to our conversation that I don't want to go to my Parent's Evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be repetitive anyways. &lt;br /&gt;Life for me is like a conveyor belt.  You know what is going to happen next because you've been doing it for ages. &lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;br /&gt;day &lt;br /&gt;by &lt;br /&gt;day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*   *   *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:10AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheiße. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's way past my bed time. I should be asleep by now. But to be honest I am nowhere near sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;After blogging about 6PM-ish I was feeling a bit dizzy and decided to go to sleep. More like nap really. Then I just woke up like about 12AM. So know I don't feel tired or sleepy but after this blogging I am going to try an go to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly tan downstairs and eat because my stomach was rumbling. I ate oatmeal and some sardines :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am quite annoyed because my money hasn't arrived yet :( like, we applied last three months ago and still they haven't replied. Yet. &lt;br /&gt;So I am telling mom to ring them up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to look for a summer job. &lt;br /&gt;A job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;CJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-3712202490756073844?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/3712202490756073844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=3712202490756073844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3712202490756073844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3712202490756073844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-slept.html' title='Over Slept.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7379913018659383659</id><published>2009-03-16T15:59:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:22:46.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Retainers</title><content type='html'>I am so sad to hear that there is a slight possibility that Ethel has to do Third Year again :( that's life isn't. Ethel, you just have to work very hard. I tried helping you. The rest is up to you. Wish you all the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have my own worries too. I have parent's evening coming up :( I ain't really looking forward because I know for the fact that I am below target in some of them :( and mom is expecting too much. Haha oh well. I asked Mr. Denchfield if I was too noisy. He said no. Haha or worse what if Mr. Denchie mentions about the guy. Sheiße. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the guy. I didn't see him today :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S wasn't in school today.. It was her mom's death anniversary. The whole family decided to go to Harrods in London. For those who doesn't know what Harrod's is... Google it. I am really sleepy and I have a bad stomach today. T_T I hate this day. Going to do some physics homework. Goodbye. I don't really know why I blogger in the first place. Nothing interesting happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*   *   *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done anything productive for the past two hours :( I was going to do some citizenship coursework but I couldn't be bothered to. I think I lost my evidence :( I am also worrying about me prom dress. Because now, mom decided that I can and my design to my grandma back home and she can look for some dress makers. Hence, it'll be cheaper for me mom. However, I am quite scared. What if it won't fit me?! What if it's too short/long. &lt;br /&gt;I have so many worries :( I haven't even booked for me hair or make up :(&lt;br /&gt;However, I am quite excited for Saturday!! I am going to get me glasses!!! I don't know what grade they are though. :\  I will take a picture of me self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot. Two weeks beote French oral exam:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7379913018659383659?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7379913018659383659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7379913018659383659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7379913018659383659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7379913018659383659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/retainers.html' title='Retainers'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1736243973972666688</id><published>2009-03-15T23:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:22:14.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Step One: Set Your Goal.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know if I should be blogging right now. I just had a shower. I know I have forgotten something. I just couldn't remember. I am not sure if tomorrow's our practice French speaking exam. Because if it is..&lt;br /&gt;I am going to fail. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't even touched my french notes let alone speaking it. &lt;br /&gt;If it is tomorrow I am just going to do the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given my English teacher my coursework. Yet. And I promised her. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. And I also have to do my citizenship coursework for Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*   *   *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had a movie marathon. &lt;br /&gt;First, was the movie 'A Very Special Love'. I don't mind Sarah but I do love JLC. He was to die for in the movie. Sarah was comical yet lovable at the same time. I couldn't really say I want to watch their sequel because 1. I can't afford to waste any moment because I have French oral next week 2. I am not that a Sarah/John Lloyd fanatic. I mean, I love them. But, not too much. &lt;br /&gt;Second, movie we watched was 'My Big Love'. &lt;br /&gt;I loved it :) it made me laugh so bad. And I LOVE Toni Gonzaga. But not Sam, he is gay.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the message of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't change yourself for somebody. But instead for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;You should always learn to love yourself. &lt;br /&gt;But not in a vain way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good AM!! School in 9 hours. But then I did spend my whole day sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;Pero I am feeling a bit sleepy :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1736243973972666688?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1736243973972666688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1736243973972666688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1736243973972666688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1736243973972666688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/step-one-set-your-goal.html' title='Step One: Set Your Goal.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6861363159092033224</id><published>2009-03-15T10:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:21:45.304+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillaxing'/><title type='text'>Lies. All lies.</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday today. We just went to church yesterday. Hence, I am here, in my bed, having a lie in. I think that's what it's called. &lt;br /&gt;After Issah &amp; Rashim's disco party, I went straight upstairs and watched TV. It was about photography. I like photogrophy and therefore, I stayed awake for an hour just to watch the show on BBC2. &lt;br /&gt;After the show, I somewhat fell asleep. I woke up with my mom's voice saying, "hoy! Anong ginagawa mo diyan?!"&lt;br /&gt;I was asleep on their bed. The TV in my room wasn't working anymore.. So I decided to use their TV. &lt;br /&gt;I went straight to my room hoping that I'll dream the same dream that I had yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am just here waiting for them to tell me if whether we are going shopping or not. Not that I am really hoping. Because right now, I have made it to the point that not everything thing she says are true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may be. &lt;br /&gt;Some may not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just wait and see. If we aren't going then, I am going to read a book. Or call my grandma and give her the prom dress picture that I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*   *   *&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of research about myopia, short sightedness. &lt;br /&gt;It is caused by things up close. ie. Reading, writing, playing computer, watching TV. &lt;br /&gt;Hence, Asians get it because apperently they spend most of their times indoors. &lt;br /&gt;Whereas, Aussies who spend almost two hours outside has better eyesights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit confused because the optemetrist said it was because I'm growing and it was in the genes. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a bit of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6861363159092033224?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6861363159092033224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6861363159092033224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6861363159092033224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6861363159092033224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/lies-all-lies.html' title='Lies. All lies.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6857349672009290139</id><published>2009-03-14T15:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:21:01.986+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><title type='text'>Bandwagon.</title><content type='html'>I don't get why she thinks that the main reason I had my eyes checked is because my classmates did it too. &lt;br /&gt;Well she is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I'll get my glasses soon. Matter of fact I am crying right now. I knew she was gonna ask her, the opticians person,  if the main reason was me spending too much time on computer because I know that mom will either ban me from using computer for life or just tell me off when we get home. &lt;br /&gt;I was happy when the lady said "no". It was because I was growing and it was in the genes. I knew it wasn't the cause of computer anyways. My physics teacher told me. &lt;br /&gt;I am just sad because she didn't even think that this was very important for me. I don't think she even cared.  At all. &lt;br /&gt;Oh God, thanks for giving me this life. I love every bit of it. Heavy sarcasm there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll come back around.&lt;br /&gt;Two more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6857349672009290139?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6857349672009290139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6857349672009290139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6857349672009290139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6857349672009290139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/bandwagon.html' title='Bandwagon.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5524042904648727836</id><published>2009-03-14T02:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:20:35.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Superstar</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted and hungry yet I still managed to pick up my iPod and blog quickly. I have just literally came from a party. A belated birthday celebration of Issah  &amp; Rashim. I sang for half the time and the rest was just eating and listening to iPod. &lt;br /&gt;I also managed to paint my nails during the party and also had a music jamming with Issah. &lt;br /&gt;I saw old friends there. Tita N was there and her family. It was quite akward being used to be friends with someone then one day you start drifting away from them. That was what happened between us. I haven't seen her for years. That was the longest time I have been with her in the same room. &lt;br /&gt;After 12:00am I felt really tired and decided to go downstairs and check up on what's happening. I found mom singing while dancing. She was drunk. Everyone was. I wasn't. Well the mere fact that I am not allowed. Yet. Anyways, I decided to sleep in the sofa with my feet on it. I was feeling very at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have slept for at least an hour. Suddenly, I woke up because they were singing the song 'You Changed My Life'. They were singing it too loud. Hence, the reason I woke up. They were in the middle of the chorus of the song when someone knocked on the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped singing and sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the neighbour telling us to calm down because we were too loud and besdes it was 2am.  We then went home afterwards. We still have to attend to another party tomorrow. It will be fun. I think. Same birthday celebrants but apparently the party for tomorrow is only for English/Children only. I am still (hopefully) coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame when you take things for granted. You just don't realize how important they are to you unless you lose them. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my red bow clip today. Or whenever I lost it. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll find you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5524042904648727836?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5524042904648727836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5524042904648727836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5524042904648727836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5524042904648727836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/superstar.html' title='Superstar'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5951206451524550302</id><published>2009-03-13T16:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:20:12.241+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>The happy one</title><content type='html'>Today was Red Nose Day. Obviously, I didn't have anything red. I work White skinny jeans and a pink top. With a pair of white and pink Converse too. It was a mixed day today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT was boring because I had to sit by myself. Hence, I was bored. I decided to type stuff in Tagalog so that no one could read what was I typing. Chemistry was also boring because we didn't do much and it was a shame because I always loved Chemistry but I just didn't find it good today.  And it was embarassing because Dr. Spibey asked me a question but I didn't actually know what the answer was. It somehow made me feel dumb. However, we did get chocolates from Dr. Spibey because half of the class got A*-A! I thought there was few of us. But it was okay at least I got A*. &lt;br /&gt;Biology was okay. I think. I don't really like Biology. But in our Biology class we had a chance to look at our current working grade and I got A for Biology , A for Chemistry and C for Physics. Sheiße. I thought I was gonna get atleast a B in Physics. Ok well we have an ISA coming up for Physics and another module tests for all my sciences. I am sure I can improve on those. &lt;br /&gt;My English test result made me sad. I got a C! I was 1 flipping mark away from B!! I just want to get a B! Like why is  it so hard?! I guess it is not my fault. I am just not good at English. That means I have to have all my coursework over and done with and get as high as possible grade in English CWK grade. &lt;br /&gt;For geography naman I know I just have to learn the case studies. That is all. And for citizenship I jut have to do my coursework too. Target ko talaga na to get these coursework over and done with. &lt;br /&gt;Maths was fun. I think it kind of killed some of my neurons. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5951206451524550302?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5951206451524550302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5951206451524550302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5951206451524550302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5951206451524550302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-one.html' title='The happy one'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8733009393803578841</id><published>2009-03-12T20:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:19:43.339+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Quick rant</title><content type='html'>I hate it when my mother makes me do some revision. Ok, as if naman I have bad grades and everything. Pero I hope naman that she understands that I am reliable for my own actions. And if I do fail my exams it I the fact that I haven't revised and that is my fault. That's why I want to revise but I don't want her to keep tellin me to revise. I'm old enough to do whatever I want. &lt;br /&gt;Com to think about it here's only two more years left before I move out. And yes I am moving out. Whether they like it or not. Could not possibly wait. &lt;br /&gt;No more nagging. No more rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8733009393803578841?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8733009393803578841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8733009393803578841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8733009393803578841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8733009393803578841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-rant.html' title='Quick rant'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-9014449126563137759</id><published>2009-03-12T17:39:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:18:43.129+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'>Harder, stiffer and stronger</title><content type='html'>Let's just forget my last post... Shall we? I don't really know why I still have to blog eventhough I know I could use my spare time on revising and cramming in information for my big exam next two months.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be very busy by then.&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not think there is not any point on being so stress about this exams. I am responsible for my own actions and I do best when I am under pressure. Therefore, I am not going to be all "stressy" about it. I can revise in my own time, own pace.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am glad that I missed P.E. because we had a Learning Performance. Whatever that is. I did not get it to be honest. What a waste of time. But hey, look at the bright side. I missed P.E. :)&lt;br /&gt;My second lesson was Physics. I forgot to blog about this but I was moved in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I moved my self not my pathetic teacher. So then this morning I decided to move back to my normal place because I felt alone in my place.&lt;br /&gt;But then my pathetic teacher, Mr. Denchie, asked me to move back to my new place. I hesitated. But then on the second thought I might get red carded. So I stood up.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of mouthed "Flux Sakes" I didn't say "F*ck Sakes" I said, "Flux Sakes". But you can't really see any difference because I mouthed it not literally said it.He had a go at me saying I shouldn't say those words because "it's not lady like" and that "it wasn't me". In short, I am known for being so kind and everything *blushes* but the truth is, I have chnaged. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;I sat back in my "new" place and did some Physics work. (suprisingly) Suddenly, Mrs. Mandley came, head of science department, she went to Mr. Denchiee and talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre Hindi ko alam kung bakit siya nasa classroom namin. Baka may tatanungin siya kay Mr. Denchie. Pero nagulat ako nung biglang sabi niya "I'm coming around in a minute and give you some numbers. Remember them".&lt;br /&gt;I made jokes about it and said, "what is thhis a winning lotto numbers or something?!" sabay tawa nang malakas. Pasaway talaga ako sa Physics. Pero as I said that it just clicked na it was our exam results. The exam that I did last month.&lt;br /&gt;Sheisse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CJ: Is that?.. Is that?! the.. the.. Science result?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. D: Calm down, Charlene&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May pag ka O.A. din po ako. Pero talagang nervous talaga ako. As in. Malamig ang aking mga kamay. Pero I wasnt shaking ha!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Mandley went around and gave people their results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;chemistry: A*&lt;br /&gt;Biology: A (2 Marks off A*)&lt;br /&gt;Physics: B&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked for Chemistry. Like.. Ows talaga... Is that how much I love Chemistry na I got A* just made me think na I need to work harder for the following two months to get an A* in Chemistry and Biology especially that I was 2 Marks off A* in Biology. I don't care about my Physics.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Chemistry teacher and she said my A* put a big smile on her face..&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know only Sam, Me, Ivo, Alistair and Alex got an A*.&lt;br /&gt;I need to work harder. Alistair got A* on Biology :| Frustrating nga e. Just shows I need to work harder to achieve my dreams. TO get an A* in Chemistry and Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Nose Day tomorrow. Non Uniform :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-9014449126563137759?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/9014449126563137759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=9014449126563137759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/9014449126563137759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/9014449126563137759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/harder-stiffer-and-stronger.html' title='Harder, stiffer and stronger'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4805827336473964903</id><published>2009-03-07T22:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:18:05.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Prom Misses</title><content type='html'>I have a lymph node! In Tagalog, 'bayuok'. (Or bisaya..not quite sure) I am so worried! What I it is something serious? Or I might die because of this?! I admit, I am a hypocondriac. &lt;br /&gt;I changed my layout again :) I was not feeling my past layout. It was kind of annoying too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my friend texted me saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Got my prom dress!! Got it from young romantics at wisbech, the third shop we went in. It's green nd matches my eyes. The first shop we went in the lady said it's too late to order dresses after this weekend cause they won't arrive in time. So you should get yours soon. I'll email you a pic later x&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked after I got the message. Like, hello?! I don't even know what to color dress I want. So, I told mom and she sao well check out the dress shop here in our town. Clearly, I think they don't have any stock anymore. That means I have to buy mine online. And if everything else fails, I am buying a normal dress. :| pero if that happens I am not going to enjoy my day because I'd really love to wear a proper prom dress. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how much budget my mom has. I want the £200-£300 prom dresses!! And I don't think mom doesn't mind because I am going to use  it for my debut anyways. Kaya I refuse posting any pictures of my prom on Friendster. Para no one knows what dress I'm going to wear for my debut :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is I don't have any transportation yet. I am not bothered with my hair and make up. Pero I am bothered with my entrance kasi it always has to be big!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do some revision na. Yesterday, I stayed after school to do some maths revision. It was so embarassing when miss said &lt;br /&gt;"it's not suppose to be copying"&lt;br /&gt;:| it was really hard. Talagang it nearly made my nose bled.  So I decided to copy it and find out later where I went wrong. Pero my teacher was really kind and explained it further. Only three people attended yesterday. It was okay because it felt as thought I have my own tutor. Haha asa naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my 6 month relationship with Marvin Humes ended today. We just agreed that we should live our own lives. Though we will remain friends forever. I love you Chace Crawford!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4805827336473964903?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4805827336473964903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4805827336473964903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4805827336473964903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4805827336473964903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/prom-misses.html' title='Prom Misses'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8117679686702347959</id><published>2009-03-06T19:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:17:22.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>March (?)</title><content type='html'>I went up town yesterday to book my opticians appointment. I did book it and it is  for next week, March 14 2:50PM. But only to find out that I get my glasses one week after that. Sheiße. I was actually looking forward on getting my glasses on the same day because I kept getting headaches every single day for this whole week. I don't know if this is the result of me trying to lose weight or just plainly because of my eyesight. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be very busy this month.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9: Photo&lt;br /&gt;March 14: Opticians Appointment&lt;br /&gt;March 19: Parents Evening&lt;br /&gt;March 26: Maths Conference&lt;br /&gt;March 27: French Oral Test&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fully booked ba? Cannot wait for my group photo with friends :) It is gonna be fun! I think. I don't know what to wear though. And if I should straighten my hair or not.&lt;br /&gt;~For my Opticians appointment naman excited ako kasi alam kong I have a really bad eyesight na. And I was hoping to get them glasses like Boy Abunda's. But then as I said I will probably get it a week after. Which is so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;~Parent's Evening will also be a disaster like what happened last year. I bet they will mention how noisy I hve been for this past year and that I am easily distracted. Especially in Science. &lt;br /&gt; ~Maths Conference that my parents paid £25 .. Fun. Like, £25 for doing maths whole day?! But Mrs. Getliffe did say I have to do it if I am aiming for A and A*. I will be spending the whole day in Birmingham University.  Doing maths.&lt;br /&gt;May Pilipino kaya?! Sana. Kasi naman diba matalino ang mga Pilipino :)&lt;br /&gt;~ French Oral Test. The one that I am dreading. Not that I cannot do it. I am just not comfortable speaking French. What if I forget what to say? Sheiße. But I do have plans. &lt;br /&gt;Plan A. Speak French&lt;br /&gt;Plan B. Speak tagalog/bisaya&lt;br /&gt;Plan C. Faint&lt;br /&gt;Plan D. Stranggle Mr. Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8117679686702347959?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8117679686702347959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8117679686702347959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8117679686702347959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8117679686702347959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/march.html' title='March (?)'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-3321258962264993667</id><published>2009-03-02T16:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:16:52.768+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabaliwan'/><title type='text'>A Note From Mr. Dench</title><content type='html'>I went up town today just straight after school. I couldn't not help but laugh and smile as I was walking. It has to do with what happened to me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth lesson was Physics. The lesson went so quick that I actually enjoyed it. Mr. Denchie gave me the first choice on what time slot I wanted to have for my Parents Evening.  Oohh such an honour to be given the choice. :) He also made me sit by myself because I was distracted by my classmates. That was happened in Physics. Nothing interesting...&lt;br /&gt;After Physics I had lunch and sa dinner hall Mr. Hitch asked me if I was creating a trouble. Like, anuberr?! The principal asked me a very stupid question. Siyempre I said "No, I am not that sort of person." ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after English (after lunch) I was walkin to Chemistry. Physics room is 5metres away from Chemistry. I was curious kung anung class ang tinuturuan ni Mr. Denchie, so I had a look. As I was peeking through the small glass window na built in sa door I caught a glimpse of my crush. (well ex crush ko na siya) Tapos my friend had a look too. Kaso he had his back towards us. I knew it was him though. Tapos I was talking to my friend and pointing to him too (ex crush) nang biglang nag wave si Mr Denchiee. Parang gusto niya akong papasukin. Pero we went after nag wave si Mr. Denchiee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chemistry, Dr. Spibey (Chemistry Teacher)asked everyobe to come and see her if we want to make an appointment. So pumunta ako sa front to make an appointment for Parent's Evening. Nang may biglang pumasok sa room. &lt;br /&gt;A year 13 boy (from Mr. Denchiee's class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after ako nag pa book ng appointment I went and sat back to my seat and talked to my friends. When suddenly, Dr. Spibey called me. &lt;br /&gt;Talagang I was worried kung bakit niya ako pinatawag. So dali dali akong pumunta sa harapan. This was how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dr: Mr. Denchfield sent me a note and he wants you to go to his Year 13 class. &lt;br /&gt;Me: why? Now?!&lt;br /&gt;Dr: Apparently you like this year 13 guy. &lt;br /&gt;     Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! Oh my God! No! Who told him that?! &lt;br /&gt;Dr: This is the note that he sent me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot possibly remember what it says pero it was between these lines. Actually, hindi siya note. Letter siya. Ang haba haba kaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;I know Charlene has a triple science lesson today. I would like to ask Charlene to come to my Year 13 class ( because I know she has some boy hotz in my class) Could you please tell her that I want to see her. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was longer than that pero that was what I remembered. Dr. Spibey laughed when she read out the "boys hotz". I didn't know what Mr. Denchiee meant by "boy hotz" pero sure it was funny how he wrote the word "hots". Think that Mr. Denchiee is about hmmmm fifty years old. &lt;br /&gt;So I went and told my friend. I did not want to tell my other friends because it was personal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is. Paano nalaman ni Mr. Denchiee na may crush ako dati sa class niya. The thought that he actually sent a student to deliver a note was quite funny and humiliating. Kasi first, alam na ng Chemistry teacher ko! Second baka ma mention to sa Parent's Evening. &lt;br /&gt;Good thing though Dr. Spibet did not read it out to the whole class. Kasi that would be embarassing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am goint to talk to Mr. Denchiee tomorrow. Tell him how much I hate him and I am not talking to him ever. Again. Pero I just hope talaga he does not mention it to my Mom sa Parents Evening. Hindi sa natatakot ako. Nahihiya ako. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanda ka sa akin Mr. Denchiee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-3321258962264993667?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/3321258962264993667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=3321258962264993667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3321258962264993667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3321258962264993667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-from-mr-dench.html' title='A Note From Mr. Dench'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7041945099876720319</id><published>2009-03-01T22:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:16:21.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><title type='text'>Blackberry Madness</title><content type='html'>Today was quite fun even though I was not expecting it to be. After church I thought we was gonna go to Tesco's and do some food shopping pero on the way there biglang dumiretso si Dad. Pupunta kami ng Peterborough. I don't know anong reaction ko. I was not in the mood for shopping. &lt;br /&gt;Pag dating sa Pboro we went and ate at KFC where I saw this Filipino family. Iniini ko yung batang lalaki. Tinitignan ko siya tapos yuyumuyuko siya. Obviously, I over ate nanaman. I had a Zinger Burger and French Fries. I did not even exercise again today :(&lt;br /&gt;After KFC we went to Vodafone and we checked kung puwede na ba mag pa upgrade ng phone si Mommy. I saw the Blackberry phones!! Especially, the Blackberry Storm! And Blackberry Bold!! They were so amazing. I was not keen very much on Blackberry Storm kasi the touch screen was so fiddly and annoying. I played with the phones for two minutes tapos Mom asked me kung anung kukinin niya. Siyempre bias ako and I told her to get Blackberry Bold. But 'twas so expensive te handset. Mga about £250!! Nakupo! She ended up getting E71. &lt;br /&gt;Maganda naman in fairness. Search mo. May wifi!&lt;br /&gt;So ayun nga I am going yo upgrade my phone next month. Goodbye, LG Viewty. I had enough of your pag ka touch screen. Pero I doubt I am going to get the BB Bold. Mahal e.  &lt;br /&gt;Mom and I went to Acessorize afterwards. They had loads of bags!! They were so amazing!! Pero mahal!! Grabe!! I did not buy anything kasi I only wanted the bags pero mahal e. Sa bday ko na lang. Kaya when we went to New Look bumili lang ako ng headbands. :) cute naman e. Bagay ko naman. &lt;br /&gt;There was this stall na pick n mix sa mall tas I wanted to grab a bag. Mom paid about £10!! XD kakatawa. Nagalit siya kasi mahal masyado. Masarap naman e. I told her kjng tutuusin £20 lang all in all ang nagasto ko. E siya.. £90+£30+£12+£30+£15+£20.  Hmmm mas malaki kaya sa kanya. &lt;br /&gt;Next month can't wait to get a new phone and buy some hair things again (or force mom to buy me the bag!)&lt;br /&gt;Today went really quick 11PM na. Going to sleep na me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7041945099876720319?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7041945099876720319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7041945099876720319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7041945099876720319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7041945099876720319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/blackberry-madness.html' title='Blackberry Madness'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1849017937327700859</id><published>2009-03-01T00:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:16:07.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teevee'/><title type='text'>Pinch and Punch</title><content type='html'>I gained a kilogram today. I feel so obese. It's not me fault Mom cooked carbonara, kare-kare, pansit, lumpia, ginataang hipon, lechon and leche flan for her birthday. Her friends also brought a cake, dinuguan and maja blanca. I certainly did over eat and I did not even bother exercising today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily spent my whole day in bed, sleeping. It was a boring yet relaxing day. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will not eat nor drink any soda. I will just drink water and eat fruits or a cereal bar. &lt;br /&gt;Tignan natin kung hindi ako magkakaroon ng bonggang bonggang migraine nito. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a shower, I went downstairs to catch a glimpse on what my parents are watching. 'Twas the Tagalog Drama "May Bukas Pa". I enjoyed bits of it but I was not keen on the main actor, Z.( I forgot his name although I know it starts with letter Z.) i hated the way he delivered his lines. Napaka O.A. nung pag deliver. I would not be suprised why I don't like "May Bukas Pa" because I am not  in to Tagalog Dramas anymore. I only watch Ruffa And Ai and Us Girls. When I meant "watch" it does not mean I watch them regularly probably twice a month. I also watch The Buzz and SNN pero pag maalala ko lang. I love Kris Aquino kasi e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only watch TV Shows like Lost, Heroes and Gossip Girl. I don't regularly watch them because school is my priority at the moment. I usually watch American's Best Dance Crew and America's Next Top Model regularly. ABDC is on MTV every Monday while ANTM is on every Wednesday on Living. Or if I am into geeky mode I watch Documentaries on Discovery or Nat. Geo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched this Documentary about Pandas!! &gt; &lt; They were so cute. It made me want to totally buy a Panda Bear or anything Panda. It is my favorite animal now. I'd really love to get a chance to see a panda in real life. They eat 40 lbs. of bamboo EVERYDAY. Their mating season is near Spring and it only lasts for days. Kaya they have to be quick to make a baby panda. &lt;br /&gt;While the documentary had its commercial break nilipat ko sa Miami Ink. &lt;br /&gt;Bigla rin akong tinanong kung may balak ako mag pa tattoo. Pero sabi ko wala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, parang gusto ko mag pa tattoo pero ayaw kong masaktan. Kung mag papatattoo ako gusto ko sa aking kamay o sa balikat. Alam mo yung kay Rihanna na cluster of stars sa may batok niya? Ganun ang gusto ko pero gusto ko sa may balikat or kamay. Kaya gusto ko kong pinapanood ang Miami Ink para malaman ko kung papaano nila yun ginagawa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of the month today. I hope this month will be a good month for me. January and February was nowhere near expected. And now that my birthday is two months away I hope these two months will be memorable. Pero I doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinch, punch the first day of the month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1849017937327700859?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1849017937327700859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1849017937327700859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1849017937327700859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1849017937327700859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-may-have-to-sleep-late.html' title='Pinch and Punch'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5728539769577058240</id><published>2009-02-27T16:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:15:26.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Mr. D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Are you in a purple mood today?"&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Denchfield&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how Mr. Denchfield and I seems to have that  teacher and student connection. It didn't used to be like that last year. All I remeber was him always acknowledging Aimee. Not that I am jealous or anything. I was just not comfortable sitting next to the person Mr. Denchie pours his attention too. Seems like I was always a side-kick. &lt;br /&gt;More or less a nobody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to be more talkative and confident. I often get told off for talking and not paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;I think it was last Tuesday when he told me off for talking. Two times in a row. And another time where he nearly sent me out. &lt;br /&gt;It must be the experiments I did in Physics. They were all right. Maybe that caught his attention and started picking me instead. &lt;br /&gt;So it's Aimee and I now who always get to show off in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quote above was said by him yesterday. I was talking to my Frenemy telling him that the reason the sky is blue because I want it to be blue then suddenly Mr. D asked me if I was on a purple mood. I did not understand what he was trying to say so I kept looking at my friends and said "What? Why? I don't get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically it. I think I've earned a place in his heart. And he will always remember me for the rest of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5728539769577058240?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5728539769577058240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5728539769577058240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5728539769577058240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5728539769577058240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-d.html' title='Mr. D'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2861177364171046200</id><published>2009-02-23T19:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:15:11.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><title type='text'>USA</title><content type='html'>No words can explain how thankful I am about the infotmation I gathered today. &lt;br /&gt;I asked our family friend what age do they usually go to college over there. She said 18. I am happy for the fact that I am not going to be late for college when I transfer in America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to transfer to America when I am 18. After A-Levels, Mom said we have to stay in US for a month to get use of the life over there. Just the thought of it makes me tingle. From my toes to my ears which then leads to a smile. I don't really know what made me want to transfer to USA this bad. Maybe I want to be idependent. Miles away from my parents. I bet Christmas and Birthdays will be so lonely. But hey, it's going yo be fine. I'm going to get use to it. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying, I can look for a job. I was hoping to get a job in Starbucks or Abercrombie&amp;Fitch. I am hoping to find new friends and we can go out everyweek. &lt;br /&gt;Many things can happen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;Two more years. &lt;br /&gt;Two more years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I don't think I actually told my family other than my parents. By family, I meant Daddy Bam (Lolo) and Mommy Babes (Lola). I am sure they can cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US of A here I come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2861177364171046200?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2861177364171046200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2861177364171046200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2861177364171046200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2861177364171046200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/usa.html' title='USA'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-869213039822885510</id><published>2009-02-20T22:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:14:53.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/cj042-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" align="left" width="240"&gt; I said I was not going to post any pictures of me from now on.. Gosh.. I cannot help it.. I saw this picture from &lt;b&gt;Photobucket&lt;/b&gt;.. I do not even know I had these pictures.. Ooh the memories.. Ooh the souvenir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know the works &lt;b&gt;souvenir&lt;/b&gt; means &lt;b&gt;memories&lt;/b&gt; in French.. I read it somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I made another blog.. It's for my rants and rambles.. Or just anything about this world.. But the problem is I don't really know the difference between a &lt;b&gt;Personal Blog&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;MY Other Blog&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Siguro lahat ng may connection sa akin ilalagay ko dito.. kagaya ng experiences and pictures.. Pero sa isang blog ko, doon ko ilalagay ang mga thoughts and opinions ko about things.. Like objects.. pero hindi about life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. It is soo confusing. Even I am confused. Oh well. Either ways I am still going to keep this blog forever and ever and my other blog as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-869213039822885510?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/869213039822885510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=869213039822885510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/869213039822885510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/869213039822885510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-715910102043892960</id><published>2009-02-20T18:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:14:34.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>99 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I was tagged by Holly&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to put this in my other blog because  it contains questions that can reveal information about myself. I didn't want that to happen. I want to remain &lt;b&gt;mysterious&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;vague&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT'S YOUR REAL NAME? - &lt;i&gt;Charlene Jane Lobo C.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NICKNAMES? - &lt;i&gt;Charlene, CJ, Ceej&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - &lt;i&gt;Single&lt;/i&gt;♫&lt;b&gt;All the single ladies, all the single ladies.. oh ooo ohh ooh&lt;/b&gt;♫&lt;br /&gt;4. ZODIAC SIGN? - &lt;i&gt;Taurus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MALE OR FEMALE? - &lt;i&gt;Female?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PRIMARY SCHOOL? - &lt;i&gt;Shekinah Glory Christian Academy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SECONDRY SCHOOL? - &lt;i&gt;Neale Wade Communtiy College&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SIXTH FORM? - &lt;i&gt;Neale Wade Community College&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. HAIR COLOUR? - &lt;i&gt;Black&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. LONG OR SHORT? - &lt;i&gt;Below the shoulders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ARE YOU A HEALTH FREAK? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. HEIGHT? - &lt;i&gt;5ft 3in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? - &lt;i&gt;My randomness and ability to annoy people. ooh.. and constant mood swings too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. PIERCINGS? - &lt;i&gt;Ears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. TATOOS? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. RIGHTY OR LEFTY? - &lt;i&gt;Right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;22. LAST BEVERAGE? - &lt;i&gt;Water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. LAST PHONE CALL? - &lt;i&gt;Mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. LAST TEXT MESSAGE? - &lt;i&gt;Sop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? - &lt;i&gt;I TOLD YOU SO - Jesse McCartney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. LAST TIME YOU CRIED? - &lt;i&gt;Kanina.. well, teary eyed ako.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;26. FIRST SURGERY? - &lt;i&gt;Cyst sa likod.. haha anubberr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. FIRST PIERCING? - &lt;i&gt;Ears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FIRST BEST FRIEND? - &lt;i&gt;Regine Miclat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FIRST SPORT YOU JOINED? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. FIRST PET? - &lt;i&gt;Rose And Jack (Mga aso)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. FIRST VACATION? - &lt;i&gt;Camiguin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FIRST CONCERT? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FIRST CRUSH? - &lt;i&gt;Anthony Filamor.. yakk anubber... kadiri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FIRST LOVE? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;35. DATED SOMEONE TWICE? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. CHEATED ON SOMEONE TWICE? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETED IT? - &lt;i&gt;Yes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. BEEN DEPRESSED? - &lt;i&gt;Oo.. parati.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. GOT DRUNK AND THREW UP? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;41. MADE A NEW FRIEND? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FALLEN IN LOVE? - &lt;i&gt;Hindi.. More like "Fallen Out Of Love"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU? -&lt;i&gt; Wala naman..&lt;/i&gt; ♫&lt;b&gt;You Changed My Life In A Moment...&lt;/b&gt;♫&lt;br /&gt;45. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR TRUE FREINDS ARE? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman.. pero ang pangit ng feeling na someone is talking behind your back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. KISSED ANYONE ON YOUR FREINDS LIST? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU:&lt;br /&gt;48. HOW MANY PEOPLE ON YOUR FRIENDS LIST DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE? - &lt;i&gt;Halos lahat naman sa Friendster at Facebook kilala ko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT TO HAVE? - &lt;i&gt;Na.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? - &lt;i&gt;I hate animals..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY? - &lt;i&gt;Handa sa bahay.. Yun lang naman.. Pero ngayong year wala kasi matanda na ako e.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY? - &lt;i&gt;12PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT? - &lt;i&gt;Sleeping?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. NAME SOMETHING YOU CANNOT WAIT FOR? - &lt;i&gt;Debut..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE ABOUT YOUR LIFE? - &lt;i&gt;the dullness and boringness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? - &lt;i&gt;the roaring of our AM(Ancient Mother) Computer &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman.. Stalker ata siya..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHAT'S GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RIGHT NOW? - &lt;i&gt;Headache ko.. My migraine ata ako..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. MOST VISTED WEBPAGE? - &lt;i&gt;blogger, facebook at friendster..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;61. EATING? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DRINKING? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I'M ABOUT TO? - &lt;i&gt;Eat..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. LISTENING TO? - &lt;i&gt;Yung AM Computer nga namin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;65. WAITING TO? - &lt;i&gt;Make ligO na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;66. WANT KIDS? - &lt;i&gt;Hindi nga..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WANT TO GET MARRIED? - &lt;i&gt;Oo.. e tatayming ko sa libreng kasalan ng bayan.. para makamura akO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. CAREER? - &lt;i&gt;SurgeOn.. O wag ka diyan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :&lt;br /&gt;69. LIPS OR EYES? - &lt;i&gt;Eyes..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. HUGS OR KISSES? - &lt;i&gt;Kisses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. SHORTER OR TALLER? - &lt;i&gt;Taller..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. OLER OR YOUNGER? - &lt;i&gt;Older..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. NICE STOMACH OR NICE ARMS? - &lt;i&gt;Nice stOmach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. SENSTIVE OR LOUD? - &lt;i&gt;Sensitive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP? - &lt;i&gt;Relationship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. TROUBLE MAKER OR HESITANT? - &lt;i&gt;Trouble maker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;77. KISSED A STRANGER? - &lt;i&gt;Na.. anuberr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. DRANK HARD LIQUOR? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. LOST GLASSES/CONATCTS? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. RAN AWAY FROM HOME? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman, sa panaginip ko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. BROKEN SOMEONES HEART? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. BEEN ARRESTED? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman.. yak anuberr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED? - &lt;i&gt;Last year.. My lOla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;85. YOURSELF? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman.. kung wala kang tiwala sa sarili mo sinO pa ang mag titiwala sa iyo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. MIRACLES? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? - &lt;i&gt;Hindi.. same rin yan sa first impressions..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. HEAVEN? - &lt;i&gt;Yes.. Wishful thinker kasi ako..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. SANTA CLAUS? - &lt;i&gt;Bankrupt na siya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. ANGELS? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman.. akO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO :&lt;br /&gt;92. IS YOUR FAVOURITE PERSON? - &lt;i&gt;Ethel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. IS/ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND? - &lt;i&gt;Ethel. Tapos iba tawag ko sa kanila "close friends".. Iba kasi ang connection namin ni ethellie ehh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. DO YOU WISH YOU WERE? - &lt;i&gt;KC Concepcion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. DO YOU WISH WAS WITH YOU RIGHT NOW? - &lt;i&gt;Ethel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;96. IS THERE ONE PERSON YOU WANT TO BE WITH RIGHT NOW? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman.. mmga pamiley ko sa Pilipinas..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. HAD MORE THAN ONE GIRL/BOYFRIEND? - &lt;i&gt;Na..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. DO YOU BELIVE IN 'GOD'? - &lt;i&gt;Oo naman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHERE DO YOU WORK? - &lt;i&gt;student pa lang ata ako..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-715910102043892960?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/715910102043892960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=715910102043892960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/715910102043892960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/715910102043892960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/99-things-about-me.html' title='99 Things About Me'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5029048268464588319</id><published>2009-02-20T17:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:35:12.252Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Not posting any pictures in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Visit my friendster- most pictures are there. &lt;br /&gt;And facebook as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post my pictures in my other blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5029048268464588319?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5029048268464588319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5029048268464588319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5029048268464588319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5029048268464588319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-9046863063172658402</id><published>2009-02-16T18:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:14:15.966+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Bolt</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bolt:&lt;/b&gt; Am I missing anything, Rhino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rhino:&lt;/b&gt; Just the knowledge that every minute spent in your company becomes the new greatest minute of my life! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/44/Bolt_ver2.jpg" align="left"&gt; Probably one of the cutest movie I have seen. Totally recommend you to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;I love Rhino! He  is so cute. Makes me wanna buy a hamster now!! And then call it Rhino :| &lt;br /&gt;Probably the best scene here was the bit at the end. (Not spoiling) &lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I also loved the part where Bolt and Mittens went to the RV Park! That was so cute. I can't utterly say no more. It was the cutest part. &lt;br /&gt;I love the character of Mittens!&lt;br /&gt;Even though Miley Cyrus was in that movie, I did not mind her voice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-9046863063172658402?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/9046863063172658402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=9046863063172658402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/9046863063172658402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/9046863063172658402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/bolt.html' title='Bolt'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2673700405043905061</id><published>2009-02-13T20:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:13:39.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Revise</title><content type='html'>I was accepted to go to Neale Wade 6th Form!!! I could not believe it. I thought they were going to decline me because of my grades. Especially my Maths and English grades were both enough for me to get in. &lt;br /&gt;I  have to work harder. Maths was disappointing because I was 1 mark of mt Target Grade. Anyways, past is past. I am just going to revise for maths and geography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite chuffed really. I am not going to the cyberworld for now. Maybe four times a week but not every week. I have to start revising and pushing myself. &lt;br /&gt;I am determined to get A*-B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Bestfriend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2673700405043905061?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2673700405043905061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2673700405043905061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2673700405043905061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2673700405043905061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/revise.html' title='Revise'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5067442044982157058</id><published>2009-02-06T14:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:13:03.958+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>I wish it did not snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am super bored today. &lt;br /&gt;I wish we had school today :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken yesterday morning. I do not have any snow pictures today because I could not be bothered to go outside. Plus, it is snowing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my morning chatting to my &lt;b&gt;Best&lt;/b&gt; on YM. It was fun and I received Jonas Brothers songs from her. After having done that I went downstairs and ate lunch with dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then left after 30 minutes. So I decided to watch another Korean Film. Unfortunately, I had three attempts on watching a Korean film. &lt;br /&gt;1. Cyborg Girl&lt;br /&gt;2. He Was Cool&lt;br /&gt;3. My Boyfriend Is Type B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though none of them captured my heart :|&lt;br /&gt;So now. I am left bored and alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I do not know. I'll probably catch up on Coursework or Revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5067442044982157058?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5067442044982157058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5067442044982157058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5067442044982157058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5067442044982157058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-it-did-not-snow.html' title='I wish it did not snow.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7851497129571057765</id><published>2009-02-05T18:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:12:27.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>A Moment To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.mysoju.com/images/upload/Medium_a.moment.to.remember.jpg" align="left" width="200"&gt;  Korea Casts:&lt;br /&gt;Baek Jong-Hak, Son Ye-Jin, Sun-Jin Lee, Woo-Sung Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A heartbreaking yet hopeful tale of a man who never stops loving his wife, even as she gradually loses her memory to Alzheimer's disease.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best movie I have seen. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;Su Jin(woman) met Chul Soo(man) in a shop where Su Jin accidentally drank Chul Soo's coke because she thought it was hers. &lt;i&gt;Tapos nakita ni Su Jin si Chul Soo at&lt;/i&gt; they fall in love with each other. They started dating but her dad does not want Chul Soo because he was just a carpenter. Chul Soo soon became an architect and then married Su Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Jin became even more forgetful after their marriage. So she asked for the doctor's opinion. The doctor said she was going to lose her memory. And Chul Soo.&lt;br /&gt;She did not want to tell her family and Chul Soo so she kept it to her self.&lt;br /&gt;One day, her ex-boyfriend came back from Paris and wanted to meet her outside work. &lt;br /&gt;That was when she just completely forgot everything and thought that her ex-boyfriend was still her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor phoned Chul Soo and told him everything about his wife's disease. SO he confronted his wife and asked her why she did not tell him as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Chul Soo stuck loads of post-it notes all over the house for Su Jin to remember everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Jim decided to leave Chul Soo because she thought she was becoming a burden to him. She then lived all her life in a residential home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my whole life that you are going to cry in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite parts:&lt;br /&gt;- Their First Date&lt;br /&gt;- Chul Soo reading her letter&lt;br /&gt;- The ending :)&lt;br /&gt;- Chul Soo's jeep.&lt;br /&gt;- Chul Soo and Su Jin's ex-boyfriend fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7851497129571057765?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7851497129571057765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7851497129571057765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7851497129571057765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7851497129571057765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/moment-to-remember.html' title='A Moment To Remember'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-483409373649605605</id><published>2009-02-05T17:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:12:03.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Lazy Bum</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning because my friend texted me. She said we don't have any school today.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously,&lt;i&gt; hindi ako naniwala kaya tinawagan ko siya. Tapos sabi niya nag snow daw. Kaya tumingin din ako sa window.. Oo nga. Tama siya. Nag snow talaga! At napaka kapal!!! Grabe! As in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe! Hindi ako talaga makapaniwala! Kaya dadali-dali akong kumuha nang snow sa akong bintana at gumawa ako ng maliit na snowman. Pocket-sized nga lamang.&lt;br /&gt;Agad ko ring tinawagan ang aking kaibigan at niyaya ko siyang pumunta ng park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumain ako ng oatmeal at nag bihis at dali-daling pumunta sa aking kapitbahay kasi makikisabay ako sa kanila papuntang park.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa nga nakakarating sa park ay nag snowball fight na kami.&lt;br /&gt;Masakit ang matapunan nang snow sa mukha! &lt;br /&gt;I loathe &lt;b&gt;Snowball fights.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ganun talaga ang buhay. At pagkarating namin sa park eh nag piktyuran na lahat. Dala ko ang LG Viewty ko na bagong charge at ang aking digital cam.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot nga dahil siguro sira na ang digi cam ko kasi naman po ilang bese siya nahulog sa snow.&lt;br /&gt;Marami rin po akong souvenir sa snow na ito.&lt;br /&gt;Bukod sa walang pasok at na libang ko sarili ko sa park eh nakapanood din ako ng maraming palabas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload the pictures sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-483409373649605605?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/483409373649605605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=483409373649605605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/483409373649605605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/483409373649605605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/02/lazy-bum.html' title='Lazy Bum'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5893548688288168504</id><published>2009-01-31T00:53:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:11:14.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teevee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabaliwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworm'/><title type='text'>Winner</title><content type='html'>I watched Boy &amp; Kris today. &lt;br /&gt;They featured this guy called "Bob Ong" and his quotes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="6"&gt;" Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa... Kasi, hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una. "&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with his quote. &lt;br /&gt;Kung mahal mo talaga yung person bakit ka pa magmamahal ng iba?&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy his books when I go home. &lt;br /&gt;Just one book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5893548688288168504?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5893548688288168504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5893548688288168504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5893548688288168504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5893548688288168504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/winner.html' title='Winner'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7968547954076107245</id><published>2009-01-31T00:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:10:43.820+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>2 more years</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My life is not v. complicated.&lt;br /&gt; Yet. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years from now:&lt;br /&gt;• Study in america :)&lt;br /&gt;• Long hair&lt;br /&gt;• Live by myself&lt;br /&gt;• Lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check. &lt;br /&gt;Are my goals even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i was planning to study in America after 6th form. But i need to find a university though and SATs Test! Oh well, i am sure i can cope. &lt;br /&gt;Living by myself. Being independent. Miles away from parents.  &lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too far away to think about it. Imma concentrate with my GCSEs first. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for quite awhile. &lt;br /&gt;However, nothing really happened within those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite bit this week was doing my French Speaking Practice. :)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's one of the best conversation my teacher has encountered. &lt;br /&gt;A* grade. &lt;br /&gt;He was like gobsmacked when i could not stop speaking. &lt;br /&gt;Mayabang ba? Hindi naman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed in my coursework in Statistics! &lt;br /&gt;And my application form for A-Levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7968547954076107245?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7968547954076107245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7968547954076107245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7968547954076107245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7968547954076107245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-more-years.html' title='2 more years'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7547084435845249616</id><published>2009-01-28T16:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:10:13.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Physics was surprisingly awesome today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I like Physics, it's because we got both practicals right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finding the rule of moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Moment= Force x distance from pivot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   It's amazing because I got it spot on!!!&lt;br /&gt;   Like &lt;b&gt;F1 x X = (F2 x Y) + (F3 x Z)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah!!! So happy. I didn't not expect to get it right though because I was not in &lt;br /&gt;   the mood of doing Physics (and will never be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Find out how many grams are there in 8oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We nearly got it right! &lt;b&gt;I got 255 whereas the true value was 257!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I wanted to scream. Well, I didn't expect we got it right because there was&lt;br /&gt;   only 8 weights available for the whole class. And I didn't even bother to get one.&lt;br /&gt;   So, I had to wait for the other group to finish before I can do the practical.&lt;br /&gt;   And we had 4 results!(more than everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Denchfield (Physics Teacher) revealed that I was closer to the true value than anyone else, Sam, a classmate, said I got the results from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;The mere fact that I WAS THE ONLY ONE with that result suggests that I DIDN'T GET IT from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly person. A liar too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pleased of myself today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and before I left the class I had to ask Mr. Denchfield what class did he just had before us. He said year 13. He kept asking me "WHY"? like 10x before I reached the door. But I kept saying "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;And he said he will ask his year 13 to come and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;WATEVVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I wanted to ask him is I have a crush on someone in his year 13 class. &lt;b&gt;I named him "Amhir" beaus he is Indian.&lt;/b&gt; SO I thought if he was in year 12 and he's going to be year 13 next year, I will still see him around school.&lt;br /&gt;SO maybe, if I take physics for year 12 and he's year 13 I'll prolly see him in my classes *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Mr. Denchie said he's year 13. That means he's leaving this year.&lt;br /&gt;And no point in taking Physics for my options.(I wasn't going to anyways.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handing my application form tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And the deadline's on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna give it today but there was an interview.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I couldn't enter the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7547084435845249616?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7547084435845249616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7547084435845249616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7547084435845249616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7547084435845249616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment.html' title='Moment'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8400541857116486648</id><published>2009-01-26T19:51:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:09:24.190+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kabaliwan'/><title type='text'>Love Is Just A Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.efelicitari.net/data/media/560/utilizator_3836_mare_Love_is_just_a_game_II_by_Boeing747.jpg" align="right" width="200"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, maybe I think maybe I don't&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will maybe I won't&lt;br /&gt;Find my way this time&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're calling me soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days&lt;br /&gt;Some of these days, and somebody pays&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;I'll believing, believing you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should have tried to leave this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm an honest mistake that you made&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean to?&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a game&lt;br /&gt;Broken all the same&lt;br /&gt;And I will get over you&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a lie&lt;br /&gt;Happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;Swear I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they coloured you up&lt;br /&gt;They coloured you down, they coloured you in&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;To take you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should have tried to leave this time&lt;br /&gt;I'm an honest mistake that you made&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean to?&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love was just a game?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to play it?&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to &lt;b&gt;win&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;lose&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't it just part of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pag umibig ka dapat handa kang masaktan. Lahat naman nasasaktan. Sino ba hindi dumaan sa ganon? Tanga ka kung hindi ka handang masakatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat tayo nasasakatan.&lt;br /&gt;Puwera na lang kung hindi ka talaga umiibig.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ang mga umiibig lang ang nasasakatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag hindi ka nasakatan pagkatapos nang inyong relasiyon, tanungin mo ang sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;Minahal mo ba siya? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8400541857116486648?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8400541857116486648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8400541857116486648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8400541857116486648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8400541857116486648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-just-game.html' title='Love Is Just A Game.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5810163867519014676</id><published>2009-01-25T00:42:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:09:06.191+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teevee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Emoterang na ka pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sana bukas umaraw naman kasi sawang sawa na ako sa ulan"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock. &lt;br /&gt;It's broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring straight to our plasma. It was hurting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked me if we could watch Maalaala Mo Kaya. I didn't hesitate though I rarely watch dramas and I wasn't planning on watching one today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story captured me. It was about a fat woman struggling to find for true love. &lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;i&gt;nakaka relate ako.&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me &lt;b&gt;cry&lt;/b&gt; was she actually found someone! &lt;i&gt;Buti pa siya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that actually loved her. At the end he asked her to marry him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Janus!! He made me cry. There was this scene where he cried!! And I cried too. &lt;br /&gt;That is why I hate dramas. &lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, he was the only filipino actor that made me cry. &lt;br /&gt;Not like Piolo and John Lloyd. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;Happy endings does not EXIST. (emotera ba?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5810163867519014676?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5810163867519014676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5810163867519014676&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5810163867519014676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5810163867519014676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/sana-bukas-umaraw-naman-kasi-sawang.html' title='Emoterang na ka pink.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2844549841131566215</id><published>2009-01-24T18:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:08:39.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teevee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>A.I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;CJ&lt;/b&gt; doesn't &lt;b&gt;daydream&lt;/b&gt;. She is too busy giving other people &lt;b&gt;nightmares.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;revamped&lt;/b&gt; my blog again. I just have an addiction for &lt;b&gt;grey&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;pink&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Walang kokontra sa bago kong layout! Siguro mas maganda itong layout na ito kesa doon sa last layout ko.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nanonood po ako ng American Idol ngayon.&lt;/i&gt; Not that I like watching them, I just don't have any choice. My dad loves watching these stuff. I guess this is how we &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;bond&lt;/s&gt; roll!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was thinking of joining &lt;b&gt;American Idol&lt;/b&gt;!! Not because I have talent in singing or screeching, it's because &lt;b&gt;I love  SIMON COWELL.&lt;/b&gt; I have a crush on him. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2844549841131566215?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2844549841131566215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2844549841131566215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2844549841131566215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2844549841131566215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/ai.html' title='A.I.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-49473451849554036</id><published>2009-01-24T01:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:08:08.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworm'/><title type='text'>I hate books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;This year I told my self to read more.&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought reading would increase my level of intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I started reading books. I've read the works of &lt;b&gt;Mitch Albom, J.K. Rowling, Stephebie Meyer and Dan Brown. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never into reading and neither writing in English. I LOATHE writing in English. I am not quite sure how I managed to do it over these years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do envy people that can write in English very well. The mere fact that they are not from America or UK yet they write in perfect English and with better styles. I feel forlorn and teary eyed after reading their works. I wish I just had a great interest in writing while I was still young. But I guess I'll never be good at English. The subject itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-49473451849554036?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/49473451849554036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=49473451849554036&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/49473451849554036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/49473451849554036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-books.html' title='I hate books.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-4394932293131065319</id><published>2009-01-24T01:36:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:07:55.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>kt pryy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Katy! I actually liked your video. &lt;br /&gt;Though I am not keen on these so called "Music Videos". &lt;br /&gt;I liked the theme of the video, war. So IRONIC. &lt;br /&gt;Because I just had an English practice test and the question was "How do the poems explore the experiences of women in WW1". &lt;br /&gt;I had to compare poems and I mentioned the fact that women poet use natural imagery and their themes are loss and grief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny because in the video Katy's Fiancé died. &lt;br /&gt;Awww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-4394932293131065319?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/4394932293131065319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=4394932293131065319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4394932293131065319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/4394932293131065319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/he-kissed-my-lips-i-taste-your-mouth.html' title='kt pryy'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8696548726805043029</id><published>2009-01-21T19:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:07:43.470+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Changing</title><content type='html'>It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself liking the bands like &lt;b&gt;Bloc Party, FM Static, Cute Is What I Aim For, Secondhand Serenade, Boys Like Girls and The Magic Numbers&lt;/b&gt;. They're mostly Emo/Indie Rock Bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to listen to these kind of songs. I was always into &lt;b&gt;Rap and RnB&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just DLd 89 SONGS!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12GB to go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8696548726805043029?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8696548726805043029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8696548726805043029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8696548726805043029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8696548726805043029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-180726716831391927</id><published>2009-01-19T18:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:07:11.643+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Twilight Knowledge.</title><content type='html'>*Favorite Cullen:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Carlisle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Least Favorite Cullen:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;None.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vampires or Wolves:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Vampires. I haven't really read New Moon yet. So maybe my opinion might change :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite Vampire Power:&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;What? Like from the Cullen Family? I'd like to have Edward's &lt;s&gt;power&lt;/s&gt; gift to read minds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who's story of becoming a vampire do you like the best?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Carlisle. Maybe because he became a vampire in London and he started this "VEGAN" eating thing for vampires.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Super strength, speed, or read minds?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Speed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What do you like the most in the books, the drama, romance, or the action?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Honestly, I hate the ROMANCE of Edward and Bella. I always skip that bit.&lt;br /&gt;However, I LOVE the action and drama. I would like to know more about Jacob because he looks cute in the movie. Not that I have seen the movie, I just saw a glimpse of it online :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does the Edward in the book or in the movie seem more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;He is sweet in the book. And easy to fall in love with. I don't mind Robert Pattinson, I just think he needs to eat more than he is eating right now. He is too thin.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does the Jacob in the book or in the movie seem more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;I like Jacob in the movie. He looks cute.&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*The Cullens have a special diet and feed on wildlife. What animal would be the most fun for you to hunt?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;GRIZZLY BEAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How many times are you planning on seeing the movie?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;When DVD is out :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Will you buy the movie when it comes out on DVD?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;As I said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Did you prefer the Twilight movie or the book?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Can't really answer haven't seen the movie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would you have changed any of the actors?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;I really thought they have done a bad job on chosing Kirsten (Bella) but I think I'm getting use to her face. Carlisle is sooo cute.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Was there missing from the Twilight movie you wish had been in there?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;*sobs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What was the best part of the movie?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;*cries*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where You Shocked that Eric was Asian?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Not really. I would be shocked if he was a Filipino! I saw the flag in the cafeteria scene :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Did You Catch That Some Scenes from the Trailers Were NOT in the Movie?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;*sobs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Did You Like Charlie?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are You Sad That Jacob didn't Have a Big Part?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Not really. Because apparently the publisher liked the character of Jacob in Twilight. The Stephenie decided to make Jacob as one of the main character in the following books. So, basically he wasn't meant to have a big part in Twilight. He was never meant to be..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Can You Not Wait for New Moon?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;b&gt;No. Not really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are You Surprised at How Some of the Lines came Straight from the Book?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;No. It's suppose to be. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are You For Edward or Jacob?&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;b&gt;Vampires?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-180726716831391927?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/180726716831391927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=180726716831391927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/180726716831391927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/180726716831391927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-knowledge.html' title='Twilight Knowledge.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8621182174945461236</id><published>2009-01-16T22:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:06:58.703+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Robert Cullen :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc96.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/104/4/7/Edward_Cullen_by_luisavk.jpg" width="250" height="150"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO THINKS HE'S HOT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't really quite know what it special about &lt;b&gt;Robert Pattinson A.K.A. Edward Cullen.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;bR&gt; Do you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; All I know is he is &lt;b&gt;effin' cute. Not hot.&lt;/b&gt; I love Edward Cullen though but not as much as &lt;b&gt;Bella&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;bR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5:21:56 AM    Ethel: read your blog... your always welcome..... hehehehe.... how does TOrrent works??? meron ka ng torrent??? here it works (if u have)&lt;br /&gt; 5:23:03 AM    Ethel: go to PIRATEBAY.com and search what you've been searching... (e.g. music-Jonas Brothers;others-stepehnie meyer collection) then click mo lang pag nahanap mo na....&lt;br /&gt; 5:24:28 AM    Ethel: click mo after yung DOWNLOAD....&lt;br /&gt; 5:24:53 AM    Ethel: mali pala ang PIRATEBAY.com, its http://thepiratebay.org/&lt;br /&gt; 5:27:35 AM    Ethel: example ha....&lt;br /&gt; 5:27:58 AM    Ethel: step 1.... open mo ung http://thepiratebay.org/&lt;br /&gt; 5:29:34 AM    Ethel: step 2... search ka... (i did Jonas Brothers) http://thepiratebay.org/search/Jonas%20Brothers/0/99/0&lt;br /&gt; 5:30:09 AM    Ethel: step 3... (i picked the second), http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/4637341/Jonas_Brothers_-_A_little_bit_Longer_-_2008.mp3&lt;br /&gt; 5:30:45 AM    Ethel: step4... click "DOWNLOAD THIS TORRENT" (green ang color)&lt;br /&gt; 5:33:21 AM    Ethel: step5... after you click "DOWNLOAD THIS TORRENT", click "SAVE FILE".... after magdownload yun(it takes seconds lang), iclick mo yung nadownload mo (torrent file pa yun), then click mo download with torrent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;bR&gt; In case I forget about how to &lt;b&gt;download torrent&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks, BESTFRIENDS!!&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8621182174945461236?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8621182174945461236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8621182174945461236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8621182174945461236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8621182174945461236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/robert-cullen.html' title='Robert Cullen :)'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8689309352922488920</id><published>2009-01-16T19:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:06:39.132+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworm'/><title type='text'>ReVAMPIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/606/606112hw3ktn51cq.gif" width=188 height=320 border=0 align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading &lt;b&gt;Twilight&lt;/b&gt; yesterday! I was hoping &lt;i&gt;na pag katapos kong basahin yung libro merong "WOW FACTOR". Yung parang &lt;/i&gt; you would really want to read the second book right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad &lt;b&gt; I didn't feel that.&lt;/b&gt; I guess it's it's not my sort of book. It's &lt;b&gt;so annoying&lt;/b&gt; how Bella acts so &lt;b&gt;crazy about Edward&lt;/b&gt;. SO &lt;u&gt;flipping annoying.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want to read the second book. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am busy reading &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows&lt;/b&gt;. I could not remeber any of the characters. Like, I was reading a minute ago and then &lt;b&gt;Yaxley and Lucius&lt;/b&gt; came in the house of Voldemort. I do not even know who they are!&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll probably just read and not bother researching who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;b&gt;revamped&lt;/b&gt; my blog :) I like being &lt;b&gt;simple&lt;/b&gt; and not going &lt;b&gt;over the top&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to please everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Honey, go on and cry  me a river. I'll ask the sun to shine away from you. SO you can cry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8689309352922488920?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8689309352922488920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8689309352922488920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8689309352922488920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8689309352922488920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finished-reading-twilight-yesterday-i.html' title='ReVAMPIRE'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-966574776019152649</id><published>2009-01-10T16:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:06:08.649+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><title type='text'>Yarrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/479/479336uqpb2txua6.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so &lt;b&gt;frustrated&lt;/b&gt; I still don't know how &lt;b&gt;bittorent&lt;/b&gt; works!!! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated!! And &lt;b&gt;Limewire&lt;/b&gt; is not working either!! OMG&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank &lt;b&gt;my bestfriend, Ethel&lt;/b&gt; for sending me the &lt;i&gt;Twilight saga&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still finding a way to put the &lt;b&gt;PDF files on my iPod Touch&lt;/b&gt;. I asked my Mom if she could buy me the latest &lt;b&gt;iPod Touch Software&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kasi nakuha ko ung iPod last Christmas. Yung una pa lang lumabas yung iPod tapos nung January 2008 lumabas yung bagong iPod. With new features na hindi kasali sa iPod ko.. So yun emtionally disturbed na naman ako. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-966574776019152649?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/966574776019152649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=966574776019152649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/966574776019152649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/966574776019152649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/yarrr.html' title='Yarrr.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7369396895993787353</id><published>2009-01-09T18:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:05:55.442+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworm'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Do I dazzle you?&lt;br /&gt;-Edward Cullen&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tasithoughts.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/twilight.jpg" align="left" height="250" width="165"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Chapter 10.&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;b&gt;Sophie&lt;/b&gt; lent me the Twilight book. She also said if I want the next one I could just tell her. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the set for Christmas :( Mom and Dad thought it would &lt;i&gt;destroy my education&lt;/i&gt;. (Something along those line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care. I'm just gonna make them buy the whole series for my Bday. :D&lt;br /&gt;The book was ok.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you guys that I'm reading this book and I'm off to reading some more. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7369396895993787353?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7369396895993787353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7369396895993787353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7369396895993787353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7369396895993787353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1266783025381789778</id><published>2009-01-06T17:38:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:05:20.455+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>Happy? Maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's not how much you know that matters, it's how you use it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my &lt;b&gt;mocks exam&lt;/b&gt; results today.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to be really &lt;i&gt;over confident about it.&lt;/i&gt; It's a mocks exam not the real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SWOZgjPEG5I/AAAAAAAAABI/St_gV0gZ94w/s1600-h/Picture+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SWOZgjPEG5I/AAAAAAAAABI/St_gV0gZ94w/s320/Picture+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239171956382610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SWOZgteH0CI/AAAAAAAAABA/gRCpesCyFGs/s1600-h/Picture+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SWOZgteH0CI/AAAAAAAAABA/gRCpesCyFGs/s320/Picture+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239174703894562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject&lt;/b&gt;-Teacher Target Grade-Current Working Grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biology&lt;/b&gt;-A-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;/b&gt;-A-A*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;-B-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt;-A-A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geography&lt;/b&gt;-B-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ICT&lt;/b&gt;-PASS-W/T PASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;-A-C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physics&lt;/b&gt;-B-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Religious Studies&lt;/b&gt;-B-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy about my &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt; because Mr. Johnson said it was based on my Coursework. I did my coursework last month for French and it was to write &lt;b&gt;150 words&lt;/b&gt; or more about my &lt;i&gt;holiday&lt;/i&gt;. I wasn't expecting to get an A because the coursework was really hard. Writing &lt;b&gt;French&lt;/b&gt; for 1 hour and 15 minutes! &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Johnson also said that I was the only one from the class that got an &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awww. How sweet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; was a disaster! *sobs* I really have to work on my Maths. I just want to get at least a B for Maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm on target for everything :D &lt;i&gt;(except for Maths. Obviously.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I am &lt;b&gt;not smart&lt;/b&gt; so don't expect me to get high grades. And I know &lt;i&gt;there is room for improvements&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1266783025381789778?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1266783025381789778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1266783025381789778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1266783025381789778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1266783025381789778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-maybe.html' title='Happy? Maybe.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SWOZgjPEG5I/AAAAAAAAABI/St_gV0gZ94w/s72-c/Picture+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7476683856135339502</id><published>2009-01-05T17:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:04:43.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bidyo'/><title type='text'>Till They Take My Heart Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="350" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid206.photobucket.com/albums/bb296/xxceejai/tttmha.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha was bored. Couldn't find any Instrumental for this song. So I sang with it. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Please understand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt; x&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7476683856135339502?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7476683856135339502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7476683856135339502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7476683856135339502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7476683856135339502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/till-they-take-my-heart-away.html' title='Till They Take My Heart Away'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-5329436254436067725</id><published>2009-01-04T04:45:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:04:18.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teevee'/><title type='text'>No Way.</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by the show I watched this day. It was called "100 Most Annoying People Of 2008"&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I decided to watch it because CSI was finished. It was a funny show. &lt;br /&gt;And you'll never guess who was included?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The JONAS BROTHERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was (obviously) not agreeing with them !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to hate about the JO BROS?! Nothing. And please tell me that you agree with me.. If not, you must be banned from my blog..&lt;br /&gt;ok. I'm not that horrible.. Not unless if you comment me some nasty things then I might have to ban you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;This blogger posted a video of himself singing a tagaslized song of Alanis M. &lt;br /&gt;And some twat commented and said he cannot sing. &lt;br /&gt;If I was that blogger I would not just ban him but also send a virus to that twat's PC *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So what if twat is right? He can't sing.&lt;br /&gt;who cares?? It is his blog.. He can post whatever he wants..&lt;br /&gt;But I guess truth hurts.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think the way twat commented was was right. &lt;br /&gt;If twat mentioned what twat liked about the video and then&lt;br /&gt;say what twat hated. &lt;br /&gt;That would be much gentle approach. &lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't mind the comment at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw idk twat's gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-5329436254436067725?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/5329436254436067725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=5329436254436067725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5329436254436067725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/5329436254436067725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-inspired-by-show-i-watched-this.html' title='No Way.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-8760037728211968687</id><published>2009-01-03T03:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:03:15.577+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><title type='text'>lame day</title><content type='html'>I guess today was super lame. Sucks like hell. And I can't even make a post properly because I'm using my effin iPod Touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found this day really boring. I didn't do much. I don't even think this holiday has been productive afterall. For the past week, all I did was nothing. (some revising. ) I wish the effin holiday was much more longer. Now that I have found some new people to chat with. I guess this is it though.  I have to face the reality. Come back to reality. And hop back to the real world away from my pink and fluffy comfort zone. In less than a week, I'm back to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  Hope everything is going to be fine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;But it's a wee bit complicated to tell but I guess there's no point of me blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-8760037728211968687?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/8760037728211968687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=8760037728211968687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8760037728211968687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/8760037728211968687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-today-was-super-lame.html' title='lame day'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-3584082358567176439</id><published>2009-01-02T15:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:02:24.409+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristesse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Neh?</title><content type='html'>January 2, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Four days until we go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are feeling the same way as I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-3584082358567176439?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/3584082358567176439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=3584082358567176439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3584082358567176439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/3584082358567176439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2009/01/neh.html' title='Neh?'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-2709144881504903258</id><published>2008-12-31T14:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:01:51.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuramas'/><title type='text'>Here I come ...</title><content type='html'>This morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked outside my window, I felt a cold chill through my skin. I guess New Year is not as exciting as Christmas and I don't really get the point of approaching the New Year. I mean, like, it's just a new year. What's all this fuss about it?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just hope year 2009 is much more better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, talking about celebrating New Year at least we are going somewhere today, A New Year Party!!! I was kind of hoping for a new look this New Year. So I thought, &lt;i&gt;I'll probably curl my hair today. I know it might sound duff because some people know that my hair doesn't really curl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, mom bought me a new curler (well it's a straightener as well) so... I hope it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It must do it costs about £40!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I reminisced the happenings this year  and I guess I have more accomplishments than the disappointments. LOL. &lt;i&gt;I'll try this coming year to be the best year as I can (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-2709144881504903258?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/2709144881504903258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=2709144881504903258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2709144881504903258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/2709144881504903258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-i-come.html' title='Here I come ...'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1746063499330458571</id><published>2008-12-30T20:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:00:50.583+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Love It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You have got to love my new blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is &lt;b&gt;simple yet sophisticated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1147/1147148ywp1d8zzp2.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gusto ko po yung background music ko.&lt;/i&gt; It;s called "Your Universe". Story aboout a guy &lt;i&gt;napilit sinasabi sa babae na mas mahal niya ito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Wouldn't it be so nice if you find someone who loves you more than anything else in this world? I hope I'll find someone &lt;i&gt;na parang ganun.. Pero malabo.. So hanggang pangarap na lang ako.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;Mal;apit na rin ang new year? &lt;br&gt; May nag bago ba? &lt;br&gt;&lt;bR&gt; May mag babago ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ewan. Hintayin na lang natin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;bR&gt;&lt;br&gt; I hope this year is going to be &lt;b&gt;much better&lt;/b&gt; than this year!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;I hope you like my new blog layout.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Comment me &lt;i&gt;kung anu sa tingin mo ang dapat ko bang baguhin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanggang sa muli.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1746063499330458571?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1746063499330458571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1746063499330458571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1746063499330458571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1746063499330458571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-it.html' title='Love It.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-659352736141139683</id><published>2008-12-23T11:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:00:19.310+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>the dogtag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SVDGpIMICAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pwRSS4oEdNI/s1600-h/P231208_01.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SVDGpIMICAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pwRSS4oEdNI/s320/P231208_01.09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282940772780869634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO I got a &lt;b&gt;mail &lt;/b&gt; from Ethel yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quickly showed my Dad when he got home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was hiw the convo went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: tignan mo etong bingay ni Ethel!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;: Ano yan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;:Basahin mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;: HIndi ko alam saan yung glasses ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: Ako na lang maag basa...&lt;br /&gt;           Charlene Jane L. Contaoi&lt;br /&gt;           May 6 1993&lt;br /&gt;           Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;: ano bayan parang aso.. yung ilagay mo sa aso para malaman ung may ari   nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough... It is called a &lt;i&gt;dog tag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-659352736141139683?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/659352736141139683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=659352736141139683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/659352736141139683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/659352736141139683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2008/12/dogtag.html' title='the dogtag'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SVDGpIMICAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pwRSS4oEdNI/s72-c/P231208_01.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-6954628359767373274</id><published>2008-12-22T13:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:59:56.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>40 Secrets...Not.</title><content type='html'>&gt; Be honest no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;[ONE] Who were your latest 3 inbox texts from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faye&lt;br&gt;Sophie&lt;br&gt;VOdafone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWO] Where was your PRIMARY pic taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inside our house&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THREE] What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lobo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FOUR] Your current relationship&lt;br /&gt;status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FIVE] Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nahh... It's Joe Jonas... I don't think I am that &lt;b&gt;FAMOUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SIX] What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bored&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SEVEN] What's your mom's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beverly Jane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [EIGHT] What color shirt are you&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [NINE] Would you kiss the last person&lt;br /&gt;you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TEN] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [ELEVEN] Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWELVE] Ever had a near death&lt;br /&gt;experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL. NO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTEEN] What is something you do a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listening music&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FOURTEEN] Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FIFTEEN] Do you wanna see somebody&lt;br /&gt;right Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes...My aunt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SIXTEEN] Do you like drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [SEVENTEEN] When was the last time you CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday... I'm EMO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [EIGHTEEN] Who would you do everything for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [NINETEEN] Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Bestfriend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY] What is the one thing you&lt;br /&gt;notice first with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-TWO] What's your biggest&lt;br /&gt;secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I _______________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-THREE] Where is your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somewhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-FOUR] Would you ever take him/her back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-FIVE] Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blues CLues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-SIX] What are you eating or&lt;br /&gt;&gt; drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just ate PAKSIWWWW&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-SEVEN] Do you speak any other&lt;br /&gt;&gt; languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;French, English, Tagalog and Bisaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-EIGHT] Whats your favorite&lt;br /&gt;&gt; smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My DKNY perfume... and LUSH stuff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [TWENTY-NINE] Describe your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Load of _________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY] Have you ever kissed in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NO...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-ONE] Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hate it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-TWO] What are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Secret...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-THREE] What should you be&lt;br /&gt;doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-FOUR] What is your favorite&lt;br /&gt;&gt; memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marami..&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-FIVE] What are you listening&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DZRH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-SIX] Who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you told I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOM (Palambing Effect)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-EIGHT] Do you act differently&lt;br /&gt;&gt; around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [THIRTY-NINE] What is your natural&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; [FORTY] Who was the last person to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1009/1009254cq7evun01h.gif"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-6954628359767373274?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/6954628359767373274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=6954628359767373274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6954628359767373274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/6954628359767373274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2008/12/40-secretsnot.html' title='40 Secrets...Not.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-7877989562096536004</id><published>2008-12-19T13:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:59:47.514+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Bastusan Survey</title><content type='html'>1. Ang arte mo!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"So? You're just jealous."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Someone actually said this to me! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. mas matalino naman ako sayo&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Hindi nga ako masyadong matalino pero mas maganda naman ako sayo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. crush ako ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Ang pangit talaga nang taste ng crush ko."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. am bobo mo pala sa math!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Oo, pasensya ha `di ako PERFECT."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. bilisan mo naman!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Eh mabagal ako eh."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ang sungit mo!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Kinakausap ba kita?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gusto mo ng away?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Game"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. takot ka ata sa kin eh?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Because your face is so &lt;b&gt;hideous&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mas mahal nia ko!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Ganun ba?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ambababa namn ng grades mo!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"So, spy ka na pa rin ngayon?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF SINABI SAYO ITO NG CRUSH MO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. crush kita&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Crush din kita."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hindi kita mahal?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"I never said I LOVE YOU... Assuming ka talaga.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mahal na kita&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"right. Mag on na tayo (:"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. pakopya namn ng assignment&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Ayoko nga..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. crush ko yung friend mo&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Gusto mo ako na lang?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. pwede patabi sa upuan mo?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"I reserved it especially for you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. cute mo magsmile.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Ikaw rin.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E KAPAG PARENTS MO ANG NAGSABI SAYO&lt;br /&gt;NITO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Umuwi ka ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Always naman ah,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. magaling ka pala sumayaw?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Iba yung nakita niyo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. hindi ka pwedeng pumasok sa klase&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Where we going?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bawal ka magboyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"I know."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. magaral ka ng mabuti.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Sure."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E KAPAG TEACHER MO NAGSABI SAYO NI2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kailangan kong makausap magulang mo?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Hey... I didn't know you speak TAGALOG?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ang makita kong mangopya mamatay na!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"Hey... I didn't know you speak TAGALOG?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-7877989562096536004?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/7877989562096536004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=7877989562096536004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7877989562096536004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/7877989562096536004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2008/12/bastusan-survey.html' title='Bastusan Survey'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069033377073906082.post-1370483705289198314</id><published>2008-12-18T16:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:59:35.307+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>I. PUT YOUR iPOD ON SHUFFLE.&lt;br /&gt;II. FOR EACH QUESTION, PRESS THE NEXT BUTTON TO GET THE NEXT ANSWER.&lt;br /&gt;III. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this Okay?” you say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go Girl-Pitbull&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. "Go Girl, That's OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bed- J.Holiday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to sleep. I sleep alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Closer- Neyo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to get "closer" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Give Up On Us- David Soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to give up when everything is falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You- Basil Valdez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You Light Up My Life- Debbi Boone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends bring light to my life (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot In Herre-Nelly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give It To Me- Timbaland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You On My Mind- Sitti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bubbly- Colbie Calait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't Want To Talk About It- Rod Stewart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your life’s story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perfect Combination-Passage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in perfect combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet About Me- Gabriella Cilmi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ngiti-Ronnie Liang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suffocate-J.Holiday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffocate them with my LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Irreplaceable-Beyoncé&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the left, To the left..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eternal Flame-Bangles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha ETERNAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prinsesa-6cyclemind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing PRINCESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;True Colors-Cyndi Lauper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin color is PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do I Need A Reason-D'Sound&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What’s the worst thing that could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Body Is A wonderland-John Mayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How will you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Sweet Day-Mariah Carrey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is actually for dead people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She Will Be Loved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you could go back in time, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later- Side A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What hurts right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scream- Timbaland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;S.O.S- Jonas Brothers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's from my iPod touch... If I used my iPod shuffle, it'll probably be newer songs than these.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069033377073906082-1370483705289198314?l=chocolate-high.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/feeds/1370483705289198314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069033377073906082&amp;postID=1370483705289198314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1370483705289198314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069033377073906082/posts/default/1370483705289198314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolate-high.blogspot.com/2008/12/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>c.jane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Dl8aSUqF3g/SRMpvfsM7eI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Peyl6iI_id4/s1600-R/0447214001225992477always.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
