<?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-5413677</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:17:42.160+08:00</updated><category term='fall'/><category term='i don&apos;t like ham. green eggs maybe'/><title type='text'>soy una persona feliz</title><subtitle type='html'>i am a happy person</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1888837235991289621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1888837235991289621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1888837235991289621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7343593681678762884</id><published>2009-05-22T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:32:52.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just listen to the disparity. adam should have won. what were you doing america? couldn't you hear that kris was out of tune A LOT of the time?argh, anyway, i just can't wait for adam's album to be out. haven't been this high since christina aguilera's last album..and oh, nice song kara. typical, predictable, but nice =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7343593681678762884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7343593681678762884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7343593681678762884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7343593681678762884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-listen-to-disparity.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2717721500102493434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2009/05/vote-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6787837136961360028</id><published>2008-09-27T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:09:06.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t like ham. green eggs maybe'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why alonzo why?you should have gotten rid of hamilton in Q2!!!!!but congrats massa and rai. that red car with that black stallion and the yellow shell and the unique barcode was simply stunning......</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1771115591580781247</id><published>2008-09-13T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:41:59.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye vp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1771115591580781247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1771115591580781247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1771115591580781247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1771115591580781247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-vp.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1273106958172094409</id><published>2008-09-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:07:21.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh, competition meets just rip out my heart and my tears, and drags pieces of my emotions all over the place in various directions. even before i'm able to summon them all back, another wave of events in a seperate comp hits and tears them into even smaller pieces.*sighnow i can really understand every emotion that goes on out there. joy, regret, disappointment, fatigue, fustration..., i've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8945419707744608314</id><published>2008-09-07T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:12:11.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you know that you're gonna fail in something, yet you still go ahead and try, is that stupidity or simply admirable?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8945419707744608314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=8945419707744608314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8945419707744608314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8945419707744608314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-know-that-youre-gonna-fail-in.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4970828738174856155</id><published>2008-09-07T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:02:55.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jynxdidn't sound pleasant when he said it, but it's probably 'cos the truth does hurt.getting my team disqualified in the stupidest way possible is simply an unnatural phenomenon only common to those who are born that way. screwed up in all relays i took part in and even in one which i was just supporting by cheering them on. and to think that i jeered at the U.S. relay team when both their male 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5134808655261848781</id><published>2008-09-01T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:43:55.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what better time to rejoice?sliced 50s off my 200m super lifesaver, and 13s off my 100 manikin tow with fins, but only going up the ranks by 1 position for the latter. got disqualified for my super lifesaver so essentially i'm a super (lousy) lifesaver? hahateam did so well. i hope both andre and hisham get chosen for international comp. poor 'chicken' who lost his fins during his events, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5134808655261848781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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crazyness!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4275331400756936310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4275331400756936310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4275331400756936310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4275331400756936310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-whole-world-and-all-its.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1074111093777929685</id><published>2008-08-25T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:35:01.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i simply love the ribbon element the best..presenting... Evgenia Kanaeva.she does it so well.Anna Bessonova. there's just a fine line between them. Anna has more flesh and isn't such a bag of bones. filled with less pity when watching her. when i watch Evgenia i just can't help think that she's been starved and ill treated during trainings. especially in the a once communistic country.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1074111093777929685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1074111093777929685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1074111093777929685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1074111093777929685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-simply-love-ribbon-element-best.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4270031448407910151</id><published>2008-08-22T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:08:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my ambition....if not for my knees.. so it's now a dream~ (proof, i tried doing a couple of jumps again and my knees went completely bust afterwards. perhaps i'll just do the uneven bars.. =0)congrats though, shawn johnson =)and, quadrathlon clashes with swim meet! =(changed events again, but i think this will be more or less final. 50 fly and back, 200 breast, 50 and 100 freestyle relay.. that's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4270031448407910151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4270031448407910151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4270031448407910151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4270031448407910151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-ambition.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2870012958110166192</id><published>2008-08-14T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:58:51.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beijing 2008you can break the world record a million times, but not winning the olympic gold, is just not winning the olympic gold.try harder sullivan. (but honestly, you can't have both Rice and Sullivan at the top. there is just no space for that in the the relationship)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2870012958110166192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2870012958110166192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2870012958110166192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2870012958110166192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-2008-you-can-break-world-record.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8851411529462877266</id><published>2008-08-04T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:08:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8851411529462877266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=8851411529462877266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8851411529462877266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8851411529462877266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uiOOS_l8g0w/SJcbKcP2TuI/AAAAAAAAABc/P8cwuNewXKI/s72-c/nz059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2089042103159449592</id><published>2008-07-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:24:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, she did it again.MONTE CARLO, Monaco -- Russia's Yelena Isinbayeva has broken her own world record in the women's pole vault with a leap of 5.04 meters as she warmed up for her Olympic defense.The record came at the Monaco Grand Prix on Tuesday on her third and final attempt at the height.Her previous record of 5.03 meters was set in Rome on July 11.Isinbayeva is the reigning Olympic and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2089042103159449592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2089042103159449592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2089042103159449592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2089042103159449592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-she-did-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1519760976715691354</id><published>2008-07-28T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:50:10.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gossip girl has been my new best friend again ever since the writer's strike ended, till just an hour ago that is. finished watching the whole of season 1.well, in retrospect, it wasn't such a good use of time. though it was really eventful and fast paced, the story returned back to where it all began. Dan was back with Vanessa, Serena and nate, Lilly and chuck's dad (what's his name?) and an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1519760976715691354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1519760976715691354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1519760976715691354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1519760976715691354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/gossip-girl-has-been-my-new-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2916180671241788579</id><published>2008-07-22T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:41:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i made a friend two years ago, full of ambition, goals, dreams. had morals which seemingly couldn't be shaken, not even by peers nor media. an extraodinaire. but within six months, that friend was lost. the person that is left, has a wavering target and a flickering mind, easily influenced by everything around. what was once a strong firm unmovable foundation is now a push over, easily succommed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2916180671241788579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2916180671241788579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2916180671241788579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2916180671241788579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-made-friend-two-years-ago-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-498460145336550809</id><published>2008-06-29T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:38:44.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's no point crying over spilt milk, much less spoilt, spilt milk.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/498460145336550809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=498460145336550809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/498460145336550809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/498460145336550809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-no-point-crying-over-spilt-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3056965594592437835</id><published>2008-06-28T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:20:45.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some times people are not ready to be enouraged or to be cheered up. stuffing them with it is no use. leave them alone and come back to them later. if this fails, quit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3056965594592437835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3056965594592437835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3056965594592437835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3056965594592437835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-times-people-are-not-ready-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8141396197291609768</id><published>2008-06-24T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:38:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i stole my friend's spot for rope throw and i can't deliver. punish me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8141396197291609768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=8141396197291609768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8141396197291609768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8141396197291609768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-stole-my-friends-spot-for-rope-throw.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3449616443050314575</id><published>2008-06-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:35:09.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someday you will love,Someday you will care,Someday you will treasure the moments that we've shared.Someday you will know that love is not a game,then you will realize that I am not the same.Someday you will know what it feels like to get hurt,then you will realize you treated me like dirt.Someday you will listen to a poem or a song,then you will say to yourself,"My, I was wrong."Someday you will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3449616443050314575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3449616443050314575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3449616443050314575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3449616443050314575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/07/someday-you-will-love-someday-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4963220279446583083</id><published>2008-06-11T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:30:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new skin!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4963220279446583083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4963220279446583083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4963220279446583083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4963220279446583083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6025160094829864642</id><published>2008-01-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:32:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me.in ten years?in my dreams.. ha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6025160094829864642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6158016106093545668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6158016106093545668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6158016106093545668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6158016106093545668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5732543682929444100</id><published>2007-12-06T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:10:49.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhXNMcl9Et0&amp;feature=related</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5732543682929444100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=5732543682929444100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5732543682929444100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5732543682929444100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6464368853324559136</id><published>2007-11-16T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:50:21.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've never trusted and will never trust theseSAGITTARIUS - &gt; &gt;The Promiscuous One Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when &gt; &gt;found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. Not one to &gt; &gt;mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their &gt; &gt;Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most &gt; &gt;caring person you will ever meet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6464368853324559136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6464368853324559136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6464368853324559136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6464368853324559136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-never-trusted-and-will-never-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8176967323286116486</id><published>2007-11-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:18:23.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who is that idoit?who was the only idiot who was pushing for a change?who was the idiot the so-and-so is so determined to get out of the committee? it was put so clear to her that the seat isn't for her. The promotion was just to lift her up so she could be dropped back down. Farther back down, and hard. It was all a joke, a farce. She is being made fun of. Why doesn't she understand?if 'idiot' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8176967323286116486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=8176967323286116486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8176967323286116486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8176967323286116486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-is-that-idoit-who-was-only-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5339359383518945131</id><published>2007-10-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:13:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love the beat of this song..I love the way she fills her clothesShe looks just like them girls in vougeI love the way she plays it coolI think that she is beautifulShe's so lovelyShe's so lovelyShe's so lovelyShe's so lovelyShe's so lovelyShe's so lovelyShe's so lovelyShe's prettyA fittieShe got a boyfriend tho and thats a pittyShe's 30 turn 13Aint that the age a girl gets really dirtyI don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5339359383518945131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=5339359383518945131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5339359383518945131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5339359383518945131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-beat-of-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1587942834908298595</id><published>2007-10-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:50:26.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leveled up!i've got a new tittle over my head in school now. Congratulate me.i predict things really well. through analysis of course and not various supernatural powers. and, it's terribly unfortunate that the roses might just win it again...from an objective and a professional point of view, wilkinson is good. like absolutely. on the extream end of subjectivity, it's $@!%#!@%*! let's just say i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1587942834908298595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1587942834908298595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1587942834908298595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1587942834908298595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/10/leveled-up-ive-got-new-tittle-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-228116769269353241</id><published>2007-10-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:42:05.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what are friends?do you laugh at them? i'm sure we all laugh at our friends actions or words especially when they're making our day. sometimes perhaps just as an encouragement or even purely due to their fun loving nature. but to laugh at some one purely out of ridicule takes away your tittle as a friend to that person. even more so if it was an effect of disability.at least i did the work. you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/228116769269353241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=228116769269353241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/228116769269353241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/228116769269353241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-are-friends-do-you-laugh-at-them.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3220779031712386830</id><published>2007-09-27T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:55:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my heritge face recognition says i look like kelly hu, aston kutcher, lalaine, goro inagaki, kristen bell, selma blair, michelle branch and ayumi hamasaki.effectively, it means that i look like a chinese female, an american actor(desperate for older women), a filipino female, a cool emo male japanese, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde, a ranked #93 on the FHM 100 Sexiest Women of 2004, a grammy award </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3220779031712386830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3220779031712386830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3220779031712386830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3220779031712386830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-heritge-face-recognition-says-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2480060453043861104</id><published>2007-09-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:55:10.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shawn. charles. katherine. curtis. ruben. lynette. chelsea. enoch. daphne. damn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2480060453043861104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2480060453043861104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2480060453043861104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2480060453043861104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/09/shawn.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8610876093217984186</id><published>2007-09-25T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:46:10.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you stole himright out of my hand kind of thing. with your know-it-all and i'm-always-right speeches.he's the cutest guy in class and i'm sure anyone from any where in the world will, at the first impression, take a satisfying stare at the wonderfully perfectly created face.i was his motivation in class, and you stole him, pig. the worst part, being that you already have a boyfriend..well, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8610876093217984186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7346472729730257810</id><published>2007-08-26T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:08:04.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to the guy who 'made' me cryhello.i don't know your name nor where you're from but if you're feeling bad for giving me the wrong instruction, i'm telling you please do not worry.people all make mistakes and i'm sure that was done purely unintentionally.well, in fact i have to thank you. at least i was able to feel the number 3 tag and didn't need to come in last.can't really say why i cried but i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7346472729730257810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7346472729730257810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7346472729730257810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7346472729730257810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-guy-who-made-me-cry-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-182724739557602580</id><published>2007-08-18T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:11:21.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grabbedfrom a national swimmer.i got to be john's assistant coach today (:i was coach lynette of CEO for today. cool! it was SUPER FUN!!! i got to shout out times and say 8,9 GO!!! AND get to see swimmers train in pain. haha. ok, that was mean but what was really fun was shouting out times and seriously, when you re up on land watching the swimmers swim, it all seems so easy and the set seems to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/182724739557602580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=182724739557602580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/182724739557602580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/182724739557602580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/08/grabbed-from-national-swimmer.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiOOS_l8g0w/RsZiJVVR53I/AAAAAAAAABU/TAONMqkn0VE/s72-c/P1000508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8150837768859199302</id><published>2007-08-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:59:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rainingit's been raining the whole day. and it's cold. can't lug myself to swim.hence, i went to run.. threw in sit ups and crunches as well. for the sake of getting my skin fold to shrink of course.anyway, apart from my boring day, here's a riddle. you are to guess a thing. a something. i'll post the answer another time when i feel like it.the person who buys it doesn't need it.the person who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8150837768859199302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=8150837768859199302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8150837768859199302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8150837768859199302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/08/raining-its-been-raining-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiOOS_l8g0w/RsWZ2lVR52I/AAAAAAAAABM/QSlp8dN17ZE/s72-c/P1000503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4613285490832548644</id><published>2007-08-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:26:30.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>planning ahead.i realised it's impossible to beat the big three.. wsstpnus.. and maybe ssta. but hopefully we'll have a good trg planned out next year so we can gain a PRICELESS experience, even without a medal.and yah.. for openwater, ironwoman, someone please stay behind till that event ( i know shikai will be there 'cos his event is after mine) to accompany shikai and cheer for me. 'cos i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4613285490832548644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4613285490832548644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4613285490832548644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4613285490832548644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/08/planning-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6424899666391596651</id><published>2007-08-13T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:54:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apologiesdidn't do a good start for 4x50m obstaclerelented my lane 3  for rescue medleyscrewed up rope throwbut, i caught up with the sentosa girl who was being towed in medley relay. haha.otherwise, sorry to everyone whom i've left down.cheers to next year. (not forgetting our exams first)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6424899666391596651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6424899666391596651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6424899666391596651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6424899666391596651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/08/apologies-didnt-do-good-start-for-4x50m.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7168092347084885339</id><published>2007-08-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:23:20.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she is so good.muy muy muy bienhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MndLRdPsuJE(for some reason or another youtube refuses to let me sign up my blog hence i can't load it here for convenince)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7168092347084885339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7168092347084885339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7168092347084885339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7168092347084885339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-is-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5090504364018382174</id><published>2007-07-30T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:23:09.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rescue swimmer rescues watchyou know, God is really good. just when i've almost given up, he gives me friends who don't. thank you Lord, for those friends, and thank you friends for patience and perserverance.anyway,beat it.. haha http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g3/bells.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uiOOS_l8g0w/Rq273jPjRvI/AAAAAAAAABE/bcIr7h2eVJQ/s72-c/bells.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-471225847981474112</id><published>2007-07-25T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:31:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want the augustana cdhttp://sonybmg.com/musicbox/video/augustana/aren't the waves beautiful...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/471225847981474112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=471225847981474112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/471225847981474112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/471225847981474112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-augustana-cd-httpsonybmg.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7976090210239042251</id><published>2007-07-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:44:07.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From:JawsDate:7/13/2007 9:42 AMSaturday, 14 July, 2007 12:42 AMSubject:Some training tips from NCAP 2Message:Goal settings=============1. Outcome eg IVP Champ2. Performance eg 100m in 1 min3. Process eg mind and body(technique)Out of the 3,1. Outcome, causes the most stress and you have least control over it.2. Performance, you have some what control dpending a lot on item 33. Process, you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7976090210239042251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7976090210239042251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7976090210239042251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7976090210239042251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-jaws-date-7132007-942-am-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7825429354446650148</id><published>2007-07-15T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T11:55:37.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Raindrops keep fallin' on my headAnd just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed,Nothin' seems to fitThose raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'So, I just did me some talkin' to the sunAnd I said I didn't like the way he got things done,Sleepin' on the jobThose raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'But there's one thing I knowThe blues they send to meet me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7825429354446650148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7825429354446650148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7825429354446650148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7825429354446650148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/raindrops-keep-fallin-on-my-head-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6915827949352622284</id><published>2007-07-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:28:34.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say time heals all woundsBut were they referring to physical or emotional wounds?Her voice still rings in my head, like those on the bell tower, ringing loud and concisely, making all in its surrounding aware that another hour of the day has passed. it wasn't the words I remember, not even half of anything she said, but it was that tone, that jeering smile, that attitude of pride and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6915827949352622284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6915827949352622284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6915827949352622284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6915827949352622284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-say-time-heals-all-wounds-but-were.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4927527272305015742</id><published>2007-07-11T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T08:10:47.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Private and confidentialdear xxxxxxx,                 xxxxx here.  let us be open a bit alright?  i am so sorry if this letter hurts you or whatsoever.  really really sorry.  well, the purpose of this letter is to comment on your attitude.  well, it is a bit negative.  you tend to give up easily.  even before anything starts.  for example, when i was doing the selection for the nus open.  then, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4927527272305015742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4927527272305015742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4927527272305015742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4927527272305015742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/private-and-confidential-dear-xxxxxxx.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1924671807620724569</id><published>2007-07-08T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:06:46.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letters away from home- 3Dear mom,I would like to have your permission to go to Sochi in 2014. Without your permission, I see no point in trainings anymore. 7 years to a professional and an Olympic gold . Easily achievable. (fingers crossed)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1924671807620724569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1924671807620724569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1924671807620724569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1924671807620724569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/letters-away-from-home-3-dear-mom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2834821252364968718</id><published>2007-07-08T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:00:07.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>greengo green. gaia.Live earth is useless. Well awareness that our earth is deteriorating may have been created, and that going green is the in thing now or kelly-clarkson-and-james-blunt like but I think it's an absolute waste of money. Imagine, all the amount of money put into paying those artist and stage people, equipment and lighting, couldn’t it all be put to better use?After this marathon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2834821252364968718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2834821252364968718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2834821252364968718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2834821252364968718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/green-go-green.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-606092630722785711</id><published>2007-07-06T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:52:45.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revelation It’s amazing how a certain piece of knowledge can cause a person to gain a new maturity. A certain maturity that causes one to see the world with a different light altogether, and all thoughts of the past suddenly seem so immature and foolish.soon after acquiring this new knowledge all pieces of the puzzle fall together smoothly, like fudge being drizzled on an ice cream, with easy and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/606092630722785711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=606092630722785711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/606092630722785711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/606092630722785711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/07/revelation-its-amazing-how-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6888140890508196435</id><published>2007-06-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:32:56.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letters away from home- 2Hers, isn’t humility,Neither is it the sensitivity of feelings.Her well of thoughtsAre over flowing with aims of winning,Being the best,And getting scores that shame even the question papersAnd its setter.She wants to conquer all,High above all that Man has gone.Then claim the world,And all its glory she will.What satisfaction it bring to herI can‘t comprehend.For with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6888140890508196435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6888140890508196435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6888140890508196435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6888140890508196435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/06/letters-away-from-home-2-hers-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1191530310029588276</id><published>2007-05-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:39:53.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letters away from home-1Dear mom,I’m half way around the world and miss you. I miss you so badly.I miss the way you always greet me when I come home from a rough day at school. You’ll either be in the garden, or the kitchen or the yard, but wherever you are, you never fail to hear me enter the house. And immediately you’ll naturally greet me warmly, like any loving mother. Most of the time I just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1191530310029588276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1191530310029588276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1191530310029588276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1191530310029588276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/letters-away-from-home-1-dear-mom-im.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6378020335986070326</id><published>2007-05-28T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:01:38.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>between the devil and the deep blue seawhich is worse, a wolf or a wolf in sheep's skin?just thinking about songs from hilsong and their counter parts. 'christian' lyrics and pop/rock/metal accompaniment.sets me thinking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6378020335986070326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6378020335986070326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6378020335986070326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6378020335986070326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/between-devil-and-deep-blue-sea-which.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7025349862638983559</id><published>2007-05-26T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:59:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     ninemillion.org </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7025349862638983559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7025349862638983559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7025349862638983559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7025349862638983559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/ninemillion.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uiOOS_l8g0w/RlfIlGSzcWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TJCKsoqPgV0/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3157665767437073759</id><published>2007-05-26T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:25:20.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*i don't know about tomorrow, i just live from day to day. i don't borrow from it's sunshine, for it's skies may turn to grey. i don't worry o'er the future, for i know what Jesus said. And today i'll walk beside Him, for He knows what is ahead.many things about tomorrow, i don't seem to understand. but i know who holds tomorrow, and i know who  holds my hand.every set is getting brighter, as the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3157665767437073759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3157665767437073759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3157665767437073759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3157665767437073759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-know-about-tomorrow-i-just-live.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1102506794833785975</id><published>2007-05-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:12:44.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love you, i love you, and i love you.well, your looks at least.but, i don't wanna talk to you nor know you more, 'cos i might not like you after that. (ha!)i just want you to look at me, hug me and kiss me, and allow me to feel that pride of being loved, especially by my longest crush. period.(if all else fails, i know i'm still gonna meet someone better. =D)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1102506794833785975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1102506794833785975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1102506794833785975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1102506794833785975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-i-love-you-and-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4082353028688162019</id><published>2007-05-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:28:37.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess whati've named my new orange adidas bag Alexi and i've gone country this time on my playlists.cheers!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4082353028688162019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4082353028688162019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4082353028688162019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4082353028688162019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/guess-what-ive-named-my-new-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5607868295261763864</id><published>2007-05-21T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:23:17.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the shoes of anotheri saw hate in your eyes. The kind of hate that would never forgive, not for all the money in the world. 'cos emotions are priceless, you've always mentioned, with the most expensive being pride. And that was the exact thing of yours he ripped apart yesterday.it wasn't rape, nor insults, nor rumor of any kind, but it was embarrassment, punishment in front of the whole class.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5607868295261763864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=5607868295261763864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5607868295261763864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5607868295261763864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-shoes-of-another-i-saw-hate-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5121134395878667666</id><published>2007-05-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:03:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cold, wet and tired.i've set a new school record for speed skating today. and boy, am i happy.however, i've got a huge test due on monday, which i am supposed to be studying for now as i'm typing. but i'm simply not able too. still trying to contain my excitement from this morning. too jittery inside to study. and i'm not sure it will go away by the end of tomorrow. it's not everyday that i get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5121134395878667666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=5121134395878667666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5121134395878667666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5121134395878667666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/cold-wet-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2711170555556163685</id><published>2007-05-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:55:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eyes that see, but are not seenthere's one to the left, and another to the right. take a few more steps and another walks down the same street in my direction. I’m in the city. The city that never sleeps, and the place that gathers people from all over the country. Beautiful people, specifically, as society labels them. Some have brown eyes, others blue, but all with eyelashes perfectly curled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2711170555556163685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2711170555556163685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2711170555556163685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2711170555556163685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/eyes-that-see-but-are-not-seen-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-139186895384722570</id><published>2007-05-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:22:44.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>black is such an individualistic colourlike Paris Hilton is going to jail. Many people are mourning at this statement, just like there are many others brimming with glee. So many things happened this week; it’s just overwhelming. I’m sure this was one of the best weeks for the media since the start of this year. Every day, news just churn itself out, like the continuous flow of water spouting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/139186895384722570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=139186895384722570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/139186895384722570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/139186895384722570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/black-is-such-individualistic-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4434596966262586983</id><published>2007-05-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:18:03.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having a team mate leave halfway through the season is hard to accept. having a team mates that do not trust you is betrayal outfront. team mates that change the group's routine basing only on two members' opinions and judgement is biased, selfish and corrupt. period.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4434596966262586983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4434596966262586983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4434596966262586983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4434596966262586983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/05/having-team-mate-leave-halfway-through.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1897577557220634248</id><published>2007-04-22T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:50:19.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>read 10 Things You Don't Know About Women By Parker Posey(it's not the usual bitchy kind)1. Compulsive hair playing equals great, unbridled passion, but not necessarily directed toward you or toward anyone in particular. In my latest book, The Secret Language of Hair, I attempt to bridge the communication gap between hair gesture and meaning.2. You know those places that only sell smell-good, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1897577557220634248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1897577557220634248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1897577557220634248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1897577557220634248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/read-10-things-you-dont-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5003219922299378439</id><published>2007-04-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:13:48.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Professionals They never started out as the way we see them now. They started with the first lesson. And before that, they didn’t know nuts. But, they persevered in what they did, and hence became professionals. And that is the thing that I sand in awe of professionals, their determination.The thing is, no one started out as professionals. I’ve just started my jazz sessions and I know I will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5003219922299378439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=5003219922299378439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5003219922299378439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5003219922299378439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/professionals-they-never-started-out-as.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3045632410003231654</id><published>2007-04-20T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:43:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this will make you laugh"Her gestures were so animated, her expressions so full and graceful, that she seemed to appear in colour while the rest of the world faded into gray."can someone please say this of me?(honestly, i think it can only be said of me when i'm in the coffin)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3045632410003231654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3045632410003231654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3045632410003231654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3045632410003231654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-will-make-you-laugh-her-gestures.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-5402915316551769212</id><published>2007-04-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:35:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an un-emo entryit's hard not to write about emo stuff 'cos it's during the emo times that much feelings are generated and it's easier to write. anyway, by popular demand, meaning one person, i've changed the whole outlook of this entry.the following dedicated to my dear friend who reads this page everyday, and even put up with my nonsense this evening on the bus, friday the 20th.*there's a place </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5402915316551769212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=5402915316551769212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5402915316551769212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/5402915316551769212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/un-emo-entry-its-hard-not-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-9115187751088104546</id><published>2007-04-18T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:48:30.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an abstractANYWAY, glipses of PDA's (public displays of affection) in the dark corners of this huge library never escape me. It's almost as if BYU students make it a point to but the "P" in "PDA".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9115187751088104546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=9115187751088104546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/9115187751088104546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/9115187751088104546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/abstract-anyway-glipses-of-pdas-public.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3815633094290478346</id><published>2007-04-16T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:46:45.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Plain agonyFirst, it was you flirting all around with your tricks, gaining chuckles of laugher and blushed cheeks. You amused them, teased them, till it was impossible for them not to fall in love with you. Then again, for the forth time I’ve noticed since the betrothal, you did it again. First it was that coin trick, which you turned a simple penny into a bunch of velvet flowers. Then, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3815633094290478346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3815633094290478346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3815633094290478346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3815633094290478346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/plain-agony-first-it-was-you-flirting.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-9095483460262337788</id><published>2007-04-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:51:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LonelinessIt’s the kind of feeling you get when everyone else around you shares at least one thing in common. It’s easy to patch up if that thing is material, but some things are just beyond your reach. Some times it’s regarding the things you are born with. At other times, it’s what you are born as.Loneliness is having people converse around you and yet you can’t seem to be able to contribute in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9095483460262337788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=9095483460262337788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/9095483460262337788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/9095483460262337788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/loneliness-its-kind-of-feeling-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4424556324343111575</id><published>2007-04-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:13:02.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s cold.It feels like a chard of ice banging down on my head. Tonsils are swollen and my head’s closing in. it’s painful. Curled under my covers there is not an inch of energy to move. My muscles have shriveled up, contracted, and are unable to move myself from the bed. Joints are crumbling from the cold. Help, help. Remove this agony from me. I dream of running, but my legs are weak. I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4424556324343111575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4424556324343111575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4424556324343111575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4424556324343111575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3207827594721296821</id><published>2007-04-08T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:59:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>small change, small wonders--these are the currency of my endurance and ultimately of my life.political urgencies come and go, but it's a fair enough vocation to strike one match after another against the dark isolation, when spectacular arrogance rules the day and tries to force hope into hiding. it seems to me that there is still so much more to say that i had better raise up a yell across the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3207827594721296821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3207827594721296821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3207827594721296821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3207827594721296821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/small-change-small-wonders-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8784118502073823361</id><published>2007-04-07T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:06:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watch it! and watch it with me in the theaters, all of you.but remember to pause the music that's all the way on the right. haha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8784118502073823361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=8784118502073823361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8784118502073823361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/8784118502073823361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/04/watch-it-and-watch-it-with-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1818840986411152847</id><published>2007-03-31T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:28:35.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bless this poor soultwo nights ago i talked to him at a bar. he bought me a drink and told my friends he thought i was cute. That girl with the long hair, he said. what's her name? tonight when he came to my door i was happy, for full ten seconds. then. my head against a wall, suffocation, hard pushing and flat on my back, screaming for air. fighting an animal twice my size. my job was to stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1818840986411152847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1818840986411152847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1818840986411152847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1818840986411152847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/bless-this-poor-soul-two-nights-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3450404800346955976</id><published>2007-03-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:37:34.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Impregnable shards of ice have formed on my heart over the years. Yet Love, its acids, never ceases to burn through the cage to uncover raw flesh and an encumbering stone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3450404800346955976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3450404800346955976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3450404800346955976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3450404800346955976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/impregnable-shards-of-ice-have-formed.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6895116029778311634</id><published>2007-03-25T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:25:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>click 'read my VisualDNA'. then click the book to the right of my name. Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6895116029778311634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6895116029778311634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6895116029778311634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6895116029778311634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-4690927522940961733</id><published>2007-03-25T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:38:12.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it wasn't exactly a ceremony (cont.)he delivered a bouquet of flowers in to my arms and gently placed a kiss on my right cheek. He greeted my parents with good mornings and then allowed his folks to introduce themselves to mine. He stood beside me held me by the waist and told me how beautiful I looked to him.This sounds terribly eekish and Hollywood flick and honestly, it was, and the whole time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4690927522940961733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=4690927522940961733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4690927522940961733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/4690927522940961733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-wasnt-exactly-ceremony-cont.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-6528555811690400984</id><published>2007-03-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:57:48.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it wasn't exactly a ceremonypapers were signed, stuffs exchanged and i was in a beautiful ground sweeping dress, but no, i don't think it's a ceremony in your sense. witness were our parents, who i'm really glad warmed up to each other quickly. yes they have seen each other a few times before but not like yesterday.to start off, the day was really nice. air was cool, sun was shining, and this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6528555811690400984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=6528555811690400984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6528555811690400984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/6528555811690400984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-wasnt-exactly-ceremony-papers-were.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1689129976620564447</id><published>2007-03-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:24:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caps are now part of my everyday fashioni've mentioned that when i'm 17, and married, i'll shave my head, bald. well, i've just fufilled it. every word.yeah, i surprised myself too. but it was for some cancer charity thing. kept my hair too though.. haha.it's interesting though. having people come up to me and treating me so nicely. everyone at first glance thinks i've only got a month or two to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1689129976620564447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1689129976620564447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1689129976620564447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1689129976620564447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/caps-are-now-part-of-my-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7215489709485723993</id><published>2007-03-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:42:23.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2ndin the interstate ice skating championship. i still think i deserve a gold, but considering that i trained only twice a week for the past 2 months, it's a terribly great end to the winter games.was the only one in a jumper. only female in a jumper to be exact. it was lycra black with a long sleeve on my right arm all the way to the fingers, tailing off with a pointed end, fully covered with </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7852181460595597072</id><published>2007-03-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:57:51.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't take your stressful conversations. period.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7852181460595597072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7852181460595597072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7852181460595597072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7852181460595597072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-take-your-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-8006927148493264871</id><published>2007-03-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:51:47.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am i melancholic?is my life melancholic?was my past infested with melancholic experiences?what is this melancholic world that i'm putting up in?is there no end to this melancholy?i don't know.but there's a question that i may know the answer to..that'sare you melancholic?and just 'cos you're reading this right now, i'm sure you are.sasha's wonderful theory ain't it... =D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-1231708153604020170</id><published>2007-03-04T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:16:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did try to keep this new skin simple.honest. i really did try.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1231708153604020170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=1231708153604020170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1231708153604020170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/1231708153604020170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-did-try-to-keep-this-new-skin-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-2531221645787378734</id><published>2007-02-15T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:51:11.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2531221645787378734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=2531221645787378734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2531221645787378734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/2531221645787378734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-7069022833803420043</id><published>2007-02-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:45:01.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgive, sounds good.Forget, I'm not sure I could.They say time heals everything,But I'm still waitingI'm through, with doubt,There's nothing left for me to figure out,I've paid a price, and i'll keep payingI'm not ready to make nice,I'm not ready to back down,I'm still mad as hellAnd I don't have timeTo go round and round and roundIt's too late to make it rightI probably wouldn't if I couldCause</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7069022833803420043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=7069022833803420043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7069022833803420043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/7069022833803420043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/02/forgive-sounds-good.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-3254044189116730498</id><published>2007-02-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:46:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so not happythis is not a case of racial discrimination whatsoever. it's more of job discrimination.why is it always that some titles are always labelled as the 'female' positions and since this gender is so scarce i have to slog away at it. this is totally unfair. it's not that i'm unhappy with my pay nor the lenght of my table or how grumpy my boss may be, but i'm definitely apt for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3254044189116730498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=3254044189116730498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3254044189116730498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/3254044189116730498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-not-happy-this-is-not-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-117108771116806817</id><published>2007-02-10T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:08:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once upon a time,there lived a little girl. she lived in a beautiful house with beautiful people and maids and animal friends. her hair was a black as ebony, skin as fair and brilliant and shining as the sun, and lips as red and supple as roses.to cut the story short, she grew up.she grew into a beautiful young adult. turning heads everywhere she went. the princes in all the land were captured by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/117108771116806817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=117108771116806817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/117108771116806817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/117108771116806817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/02/once-upon-time-there-lived-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-117108369766152243</id><published>2007-02-10T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:01:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a free bird streching it wings and catching the breeze.great exams are over and i'm free. from school work that is. i'm gonna play so really hard this hols so that when school starts, i'll be so sick of playing that i'll study. plausible? possibly, but some insist that i'm being 'unbalanced'. in the long run, it really isn't. cos i'll be playing half a year and studying the other half. see? how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/117108369766152243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=117108369766152243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/117108369766152243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/117108369766152243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-bird-streching-it-wings-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116921570566440896</id><published>2007-01-19T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:13:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a flute of champagne for the worn."i do love you very much, and defintely hope the best for you. but you've gotta learn to love yourself, and the people and things God has given to you, especially your grades."thank you for that timely reminder. honestly, i've been made such a fool. from top in class to 10th postition or more. *urgh!!!* i've been made a huge joke. i desperately need to see the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116921570566440896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116921570566440896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116921570566440896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116921570566440896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/01/flute-of-champagne-for-worn.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116913617422803816</id><published>2007-01-18T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:11:01.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~i think i really could wake up to your laugh every morning.that is so sweet. could you? i might. the first few times. but after that. i'll probably doze off even before you complete your laugh. haha. so, could you? would you? should i try one day? i've got no probs to waking up early. especially when i have an eight o'clock lecture that day. =D plus, i've got a really wonderful, cheerful, sweet,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116913617422803816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116913617422803816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116913617422803816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116913617422803816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-really-could-wake-up-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116800053467496228</id><published>2007-01-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:40:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new year, bigger hurdles. this year started out bad. as in real bad. for me. i felt as if i am being forced to retire from my career, but many have commented that it's an over reaction on my part.in other more enlighting news, i'm gald to have attended the comp, though training was really difficult and harvest was literally ZERO (in the sense of medal haul), but i'm glad i have experienced it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116800053467496228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116800053467496228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116800053467496228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116800053467496228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-bigger-hurdles.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116757633715298471</id><published>2006-12-31T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:45:37.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in rememberance of my contusion"Guilty! you are guilty! you are therefore sentenced to a year in the dungeon of the cats! where ever it might be. in anycase, you now have the right to remain silent unless spoken to. you are also liable to a fine of 3 million euros which you can decided to pay either in cash, diamonds, spacecrafts or assignments. you are also required to surrender all your </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116744926433142181</id><published>2006-12-30T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:27:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>has he ever loved like this, so painful, so futile and yet so happy. i don't know what to say except that all humans have a conscience, and becky, i hope you are one too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116744926433142181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116744926433142181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116744926433142181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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She has been, by someone whose touch many yearn for. Caressed and kissed and hugged… it was a precious moment no girl would ever trade for. And she knows that these days will drag for a long time. Maybe not all the days that they both shall live, but long enough, to get their respective acquaintances green with envy. This is her happy ever after. My happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116740424006266973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116740424006266973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116740424006266973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116740424006266973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/12/comforts-groan-sasha-feels-loved-today.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116740410846391670</id><published>2006-12-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:55:08.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A trigger for frustrationSelwyn Hughes in life convictionsOften when emphasizing this theme- that life is painful and difficult- I have been accused of being a pessimist. Usually, I reply like this: better to be a sane pessimist then a silly optimist. Only when we face reality can we overcome it. It was a statement made by Oswald Chambers which brought this issue home to me; ‘there will be little</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116740410846391670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116740410846391670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116740410846391670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116740410846391670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/12/trigger-for-frustration-selwyn-hughes.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116636834186956088</id><published>2006-12-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:12:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a genius sasha's a geniusdamn, the exams are coming</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116636834186956088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116636834186956088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116636834186956088'/><link rel='self' 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goggles on""then you have to learn""but if i have to plunge now i won't be able to swim cos it will fly off""just put it under your swim cap or something i don't care. you have to learn"i won't be able to if you do not teach me!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116429043338385585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116429043338385585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116429043338385585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116429043338385585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116420362714119504</id><published>2006-11-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:55:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thorpehe sure did retire early.. maybe the anti-doping agency was about to discover something.. haha..swimming is a solitary and confining sport. there is no mirror like the weightlifter has, no opponent like the boxer has, no landscape like the runner has. there is only the bottom of the pool, and a black line as lonely as the swimmer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116420362714119504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116420362714119504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116420362714119504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116420362714119504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/11/thorpe-he-sure-did-retire-early.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116420118918887005</id><published>2006-11-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:13:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whispers of the wounds you’ve left on meI wish you could just shut your mouth for the rest of your life unless I permit you to do otherwise. If I were cruel enough, I would already have used all the vulgarities in all the languages of the world, stuff them into your head and lock them permanently there.Stupid fool! Do you not have a brain? Are you not able to process information and think for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116420118918887005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116420118918887005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116420118918887005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116420118918887005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/11/whispers-of-wounds-youve-left-on-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116403541954565344</id><published>2006-11-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:10:19.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not so easy loving meIt gets so complicatedAll the things you gotta beEverything's changingBut you're the truthI'm amazed by all your patienceEverything I put you throughAnd when I'm about to fallSomehow you're always waitingYour open arms to catch meYou're gonna save me from myselfFrom myself, yesYou're gonna save me from myselfMy love is tainted by your touchvWell some guys have shown me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116403541954565344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116403541954565344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116403541954565344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116403541954565344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-so-easy-loving-me-it-gets-so.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413677.post-116248331679345769</id><published>2006-11-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:01:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cute and cuddly, dumb and stupidThey clean their face with their paws which are moist from their saliva. They burrow through the sawdust endlessly which could have been Jules Verne’s inspiration to his novels that all went beneath. But with every second you find delight in them, there is another hour that you have to clean up their remnants, refill their silver platters of food and water, and put</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/116248331679345769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5413677&amp;postID=116248331679345769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116248331679345769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5413677/posts/default/116248331679345769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekychocolates.blogspot.com/2006/11/cute-and-cuddly-dumb-and-stupid-they.html' title=''/><author><name>chocolates?</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
