<?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-7963413</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:02:17.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without love there will be no dreams*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109300414114144447</id><published>2004-08-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:15:41.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;last day of e week! =) went town with shuk to buy her nike dunks..yeap..quite nice.but i preferred e addidas one..very nice!! =) okie..saw Ms Sabrina Tan..omg!! so damn sweet and pretty.hahas..saw my neighbour.lols..okie..and my another fren.yeap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nth much today..only when was goin home tt time, i saw my neighbour again..(e one i saw in town)..such a coincidence.lols..yah..anyway visiting lao shi tmr..=) haven buy anything yet.hahas..bought my 8 days alr..on allan wu..hahas..okie..shall not be that crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY GOD BLESS THE PEOPLE WHO ARE TAKING THE N'LEVEL(PRELIM)..=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND ME AND FAMILY AND DOG AND FRIENDS.=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109300414114144447?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109300414114144447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109300414114144447' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109300414114144447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109300414114144447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-day-of-e-week-went-town-with-shuk.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109291078973420781</id><published>2004-08-19T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T18:19:49.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tmr lit test! haven study..*omg..GOD BLESS ME..anyway, wanted to go hospital see lao shi but she discharged alr/...quite fast.=) going to see her over the weekend with shuk.joan.sheryl..yeap..=) waiting for the day to come..anyway, parents going to hongkong next week! lols..waiting for them to come back with my chocolaties..and the dragon beard candy.lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trimmed my hair today..nothing special going on today..just another day of 2004 yah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MAGIC CRYSTAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa was not having a good day! Her older brother had been fighting with her all afternoon. Her mom kept giving her jobs to do, like feed the baby, change the baby, give the baby his bath. And her baby brother just didn't seem to want to stop crying. It was almost more than a seven year old girl could bear! All she wanted to do was to go to her room and get away from everyone, and so that's just what she did.&lt;br /&gt;The chair in Alyssa's room was large and comfortable, and as she curled up in it, she began to think about the days events. She wished her big brother wouldn't pick on her so much. And she wished that her mother wouldn't give her so many jobs to do. And she wished her baby brother wouldn't cry so much. She just wished her life could be different! Suddenly her bedroom window blew open, the room got very dark, and she heard a loud bang and saw a puff of white smoke. When the smoke cleared she saw the strangest sight she had ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;There, standing in the middle of the room, was a funny little man with a long white beard, a blue robe and a blue pointy hat! "Hello Alyssa" he said in a deep, gruff voice. "I am the Wizard of Wishes, and you seem to have to have been wishing for a lot of things today! You seem like a nice young lady, and so I will show you how to make your wishes come true." Then he reached inside his robe and pulled out a beautiful spinning crystal. As it spun it reflected every color of the rainbow, and the colors sparkled and danced. "When you want to make a wish," he said, "you must squeeze the crystal very tightly between your hands, so that it stops spinning. Then your wish will be granted." And in an even deeper and gruffer voice he said, "But you must never let go of the crystal, for if you drop it or lose it, well, I'm afraid even I don't know what will happen to you." And then there was another puff of smoke, and the Wizard vanished, but before the smoke cleared she heard his deep voice say "Goodbye Alyssa, good luck!"&lt;br /&gt;While the crystal spun in her hands Alyssa wondered what she should do. Could the Wizard have been telling the truth? There was only one way to find out! She squeezed the crystal tightly in her hands and thought about her rotten day and wished she could just get away from everyone for awhile. Suddenly she felt quite dizzy, and the room seemed to be spinning. And then she wasn't in her room anymore, she didn't know what was happening, so she closed her eyes and waited.&lt;br /&gt;When the dizziness passed, and she didn't feel like she was spinning anymore, Alysssa opened her eyes and found herself in the middle of a desert. The sun was awfully hot, and the sand was even hotter! There were a few palm trees and a small pond of water in front of her, but other than that, there was nothing but sand for as far as she could see. She walked to the top of a sand dune and looked in every direction, but there was nothing to be seen but more sand. She was truly away from everything here! She went back to the trees and sat near the water hoping someone would come along. Alyssa sat there for what seemed like forever, but no one came. This was certainly not what she had wanted. It was so hot, she wished she were somewhere cool, with at least some people around! She didn't realize it, but she had been holding the crystal very tightly as she thought about where she would like to be, and all at once the dizziness and spinning feeling came back, and she wasn't in the desert anymore.She was standing by a stream in a cool damp forest. The trees must have been hundreds of feet tall because she couldn't see the tops of them. And there were strange ferns and plants that she had never seen before. And there, on the muddy bank of the stream, were footprints! Thank goodness, at least there was someone here! She started to follow the tracks in the mud, and soon she came to a clearing with a very strange little village in the center. There were mud huts, and open fires, and people, at least Alyssa thought they were people. They were all hunched over, not really standing upright, and had very long arms and huge heads. Everyone was clothed in what looked like animal skins, and they all had long shaggy hair. The men carried clubs, and even the women and children had poles or sticks in their hands. And now they had noticed her!Soon everyone was gathered around Alyssa, and it was getting mighty uncomfortable! The men grunted and muttered at her, the women pulled at her long brown hair, and the children poked and prodded her with their sticks. This was much worse than any torment her brother had ever put her through! Just when she thought she couldn't take any more of this, everyone stopped and turned their heads toward the forest. Something was coming, and it was making a an awful lot of noise. Alyssa could see trees being brushed aside and knocked over. Whatever this was, it was going to be big! And then the last tree was pushed aside, and there it was.&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the edge of the clearing was a fifty foot tall dinosaur, and it looked hungry!&lt;br /&gt;The villagers had started to scatter and Alyssa was left alone in the clearing. The beast was looking at her as if it were wondering if she would make a tasty snack, and Alyssa certainly didn't want to end up being a dino-treat, so she squeezed the crystal as hard as she could and wished she could get out of there in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;There was no spinning or dizzy feeling this time, instead she found herself in a rocket ship hurtling away from the earth at a fantastic speed. She looked back and saw her home planet getting smaller and smaller. "Where in the world have I wished myself to now?" she wondered.&lt;br /&gt;When she could no longer see the earth behind her she looked out the front of the ship as saw a strange planet with rings around it coming into view. The rocket seemed to be doing everything automatically, so she just sat back and waited for whatever was to come next.&lt;br /&gt;The ship landed on a platform in the middle of a city made of bright shiny metal. There were three suns in the sky, and a loud hum, like machinery, was coming from all the buildings. Alyssa climbed down the ladder from the ship and was met by a large robot who moved around on one wheel.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the planet Noworkus." said the robot in a buzzing sort of voice. "Here you will have no jobs to do and no responsibilities. We robots do all the work here. You may do whatever you wish, no one will ask anything of you." he said. "You are the only human to ever visit our planet." Alyssa didn't think that sounded too bad, she could lay around all day and wouldn't have to take orders from anybody. "I'll give it a try!" she said, and the robot left.Alyssa wandered through the cold metal streets, and looked in the cold metal buildings where all the cold metal robots were busy doing whatever it was they were doing. And she began to get a little lonely and homesick, and she wondered if she'd made a big mistake wishing for the things she had. She certainly wasn't any happier here. Then she heard something whirring and clacking and grinding behind her. She turned to see a crazy looking robot coming at her!&lt;br /&gt;His arms were swinging and Alyssa felt one cold pincher grab her shoulder. She was trying to run but the robot had a firm grip on her arm, and she dropped the crystal! She knew she was done for now, the crystal had shattered on the cold metal street, and the robot was shaking her and calling her name, "Alyssa, Alyssa, Alyssa!" it kept saying.&lt;br /&gt;And then she woke up, she was in her big comfortable chair at home, and her mother was gently tapping her shoulder and saying "Alyssa, Alyssa, wake up, it's almost time for supper."&lt;br /&gt;It had all been a dream, she was safe and had never been so happy to see her mom. She hugged and kissed her mother, then she ran down the hall to the baby's room and kissed him too. Alyssa went running through the house looking for her brother, hopeing maybe she could get him to tease her or pick a fight with her, anything at all, she was just so happy to be home!Alyssa had learned a lot about herself today. She knew now that her life really wasn't so bad, that it was pretty good actually! And there was no place she would rather be than home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109291078973420781?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109291078973420781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109291078973420781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109291078973420781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109291078973420781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/tmr-lit-test-haven-study.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109282326369520479</id><published>2004-08-18T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T18:03:06.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;just came back..went heartland with joan and daddy(reagan)..yeah..went to ate mac..so long din eat alr..lols..e day was quite ok till i gt home..isit very hard to trust ppl? 'dun judge a person by its cover' ..daddy said this to me today..of cox i know but whatever you say i jus wan to say a BIG 'THANK YOU' to you cause you are truthful to me..thanks daddy =)&lt;br /&gt;i will trust my own feelings and go with it..but i will be careful too..=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mrs tan gave birth to a baby boy this morning!! *congratulations..=) will visit her later..this week is so busy..tmr gt chi test.friday gt lit test..all e best to 3c3!! =)&lt;br /&gt;i haf learnt a lesson yesterday..treasure everyone around you.no matter is enemy or frens cause you dunno when they will leave...shuk is leaving to aussie end of year..magg is goin too..sigh..thnks to kevin yah/..having tuition later.sis going first..lols..thanks =) so i can play more..lols..&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys have a wonderful evening! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Frog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;    A group of frogs were traveling through the woods and two of them fell into a deep pit.  All the other frogs gathered around the pit.  When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all of their might.  The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead.  Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up.  He fell down and died.    The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could.  Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die.  He jumped even harder and finally made it out.    When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf.  He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.    This story teaches two lessons:&lt;br /&gt;There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say.&lt;br /&gt;    Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words....it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times.    Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.    Be special to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109282326369520479?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109282326369520479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109282326369520479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109282326369520479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109282326369520479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109274298869984762</id><published>2004-08-17T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T19:43:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;had been quite a tired day&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..nothing much happened in sch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pass my f &amp; n test by a lil' marks.lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;had a new chi teacher to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;replace mrs tan..she's going to give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;birth soon to a boy..=) okies..tats e&lt;/span&gt; BIGGEST  NEWS for our&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; class..=) thot tt e chi was a very b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oring teacher cause she was&lt;/span&gt; old..yeah.but was shocked &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..she was quite humourous instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..hahas..=) tats good.we wont have&lt;/span&gt; to suffer for the rest of two &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;months or until exams..=)..bought a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;book on sunday..'wish upon a&lt;/span&gt; star'..started reading it today&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..looks like a very interesting book..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahas..alrights..tmr gt bio&lt;/span&gt; test..suppose to be on friday&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..mrs han did not say properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..sigh.haven study..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At The Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Our class loves field trips. Last week we went to the zoo. We saw a chipmunk happily climbing a tree, a tiger lovely eating some meat, and a rhinoceros running beautifully. At the refreshment stand, our teacher ate some handphone and some strawberry. In the bird house, I tried to play. The monkey house smelled like watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109274298869984762?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109274298869984762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109274298869984762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109274298869984762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109274298869984762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/had-been-quite-tired-day.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109264578774534761</id><published>2004-08-16T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T16:43:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Rain Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy was a new angel. She had only been in Heaven a few days.Everything was so beautiful there, and everyone was so nice.And even though she was the newest angel she had been given a very important task.Chrissy was in charge of the rain.Every week, on Monday and Thursday, she had to be sure that the clouds opened up and spread their raindrops all over the world.Because every so often, every living thing on the earth needed rain.&lt;br /&gt;The trees needed the rain to grow tall and strong. The grass needed the rain to stay green, and the cattails needed it to be soft and furry. All the animals had to have water to drink and to take baths in.And of course the many flowers needed the rain to look lovely and smell wonderful.Making the rain come was a very important job!But no one had told Chrissy how to make it rain, and she didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy asked one of the older angels if he could help her."Well," said the old one, "the angel that had the job before you used to tell sad storys to the clouds, and that made them cry."But Chrissy was a very happy little angel and she didn't know any sad tales. So she didn't think that would work.&lt;br /&gt;One night Chrissy flew up to see the Man In The Moon to ask him if he knew how to make it rain."Hmnnn," said the moon as he thought about the question. "You might try pinching the clouds to see if that would make them cry."But Chrissy didn't want to hurt the clouds and so she decided that was not a good idea.What was she to do, it hadn't rained for more than a week, she had to think of something soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as the little angel was walking around Heaven, skipping from cloud to cloud, she heard someone giggling.It was the little cloud she was walking on!Chrissy bent down and asked the fluffy white cloud what was so funny."It's your toes," replied the soft one, "They tickle us when you walk!""Oh, I'm so sorry," said Chrissy, "I shall try to be more careful.""No, no, please don't," said the cloud, "We love to be tickled. It makes us laugh so hard we almost cry!Well, that gave Chrissy an idea! She bid the cloud goodbye and went off to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Monday, and it was raining all over the world!And there was a very strange sight in Heaven!Little Chrissy was running and skipping and wiggling her toes across all the clouds in the sky.The clouds were giggling and laughing so hard that tears were coming to their eyes!And the tears were falling to earth and making a wonderful rain.The grass was getting greener, the trees were growing taller, the flowers were looking lovelier than ever and all the animals had water again.Everything looked bright and fresh and happy. The little angel named Chrissy had done a wonderful job and she still does it to this very day.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time it rains in your part of the world, just think of Chrissy, way up in Heaven, tickling all the clouds with her toes.And if you should hear some thunder don't be frightened.Sometimes the clouds laugh so hard it sounds like a roar, but they're really just having a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109264578774534761?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109264578774534761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109264578774534761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109264578774534761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109264578774534761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/rain-angel-chrissy-was-new-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109264091854702707</id><published>2004-08-16T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:21:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came back not long ago.had been an 'ok' day so far..had my food &amp;amp; nutrition exam today.was rushing throughout the whole thing like mad and accidentallu cut my finger while slicing the frozen butter..got a shock..lucky thing, my fren got a plaster..[relief]..pw presentation str8 after the exam.2 lit periods after tt [so tired]..then hadmy chi oral presentation after tt.like so many things going on in one day..kind of tired..cant wait to watch 'room in my heart'..lols&lt;br /&gt;5+ more hours to go..helping dad to do something later.dont know what is it though.lols&lt;br /&gt;shall take a nap later if possible.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109264091854702707?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109264091854702707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109264091854702707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109264091854702707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109264091854702707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/came-back-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963413.post-109258141006591979</id><published>2004-08-16T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:50:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tmr is practical..jus feel nervous and somehow excited.jus hope tt everything will turn out well.=) nothing much for today.jus a bit stress this wk. gt 3 tests. [lit.chi.bio] hope i can pull through..exams are coming!! mus start to study alr..*sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;getting late..gonna go off now.good nite*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7963413-109258141006591979?l=sweetchocs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/feeds/109258141006591979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7963413&amp;postID=109258141006591979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109258141006591979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7963413/posts/default/109258141006591979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetchocs.blogspot.com/2004/08/tmr-is-practical.html' title=''/><author><name>steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02829253265987733843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
