<?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-6671651216264292381</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:00.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>おはいよう！</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-6183493663917158520</id><published>2011-04-14T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:03:49.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty&amp;emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GI0JFeLVNRo/TacMr015DNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OgW3DVhdDBE/s1600/tumblr_l9m9k6ZYyG1qap7j1o1_1280_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GI0JFeLVNRo/TacMr015DNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OgW3DVhdDBE/s320/tumblr_l9m9k6ZYyG1qap7j1o1_1280_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595455009089719506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to shop with Sheen, Jomo &amp;amp; Mel today. I'm feeling apologetic to them. It's not just because I had to left early (health reasons), I was so moodless to shop/chat after visiting my friend. I guessed I should had explained to them how worried I am for my friend. I had thought of not going so as prevent dampening their shopping mood since it takes trouble for them to arrange time for this outing. But hey, I had promised them that I will go, and I won't want to disappoint anybody. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My emotions are in a mayhem while I was visiting my friend. Her cheerful smile makes me feel like crying. I had never seen a person so strong when facing di***der. I wanted to hug her and say, 'Hey You're going to be alright' but I can't. I know that the final diagnosis is yet to release. But judging from the docs, its pretty serious. And I cant do anything about it. I felt so helpless. I wanted to bless her with healings but i had no idea how-to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's such a wonderful person. I hope, she's not feigning strong and wept quietly when she lies on her bed attempting to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel so apologetic &amp;amp; guilty to sheen, mel&amp;amp;jomo. perhaps that's the reason why i am so angsty today. I can't control myself because I'm scared that I may cry any moment when I speak of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I felt so much pain for her, I think my tears are dropping any moment now.  :'(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-6183493663917158520?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6183493663917158520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=6183493663917158520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6183493663917158520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6183493663917158520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2011/04/guilty.html' title='Guilty&amp;emo'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GI0JFeLVNRo/TacMr015DNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OgW3DVhdDBE/s72-c/tumblr_l9m9k6ZYyG1qap7j1o1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-6133880410323544424</id><published>2011-02-26T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:56:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exams</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! Do any of the readers here misses me?? LOL (Joking)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after 2 long struggling with notes and exams, I finally break free from exams and currently is one happy bird :D Tee-hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only worry is about the results though. Especially after I had witness so many people walking out of the exam hall. It's kinda devastating to see so many people doing their papers faster than you and they do MUCH BETTER than you . AIYO! I'm not pin pointing anyone here. It's just my own self conflict or something. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after seeing one of my friends' blog, while I feel that I should blog to shout out my emotions, but on the second thought, I think I better not. Some personal stuff should always keep with myself since the way I write it will make it sound too ambiguous and cause some uninvited misunderstandings :)))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright.fullstop.no more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I want retail therapyy! Always welcome anyone who wanna shop with meee :))))))))) TATA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-6133880410323544424?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6133880410323544424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=6133880410323544424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6133880410323544424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6133880410323544424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-exams.html' title='Post exams'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-2634697751247029578</id><published>2011-02-02T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:25:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY! :D</title><content type='html'>Oh yea! It's going to be CNY soon (in 1 day time) and I will like to delicate my appreciation to people whom I love for this year (in chinese lunar time) before this year ends :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sec school friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I can't do anything without you guys. Esp yy and xuans who are always there (IDK why but somehow...&gt;.&gt;) when I need. It's been a long 7 years since we know each other. There are quarrels and squabbles along the way, but our friendship still remains. Somehow, I always knows that I needed people like you all to be with me because you guys know me the best. I treasure this friendship with you guys. Hopefully we can all go XM's CNY reunion dinner and have fun together :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: for Xin Ying: AWWW! I miss all the fun we have together and most importantly I miss you!!!!! Pretty please meet up soon ar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. JC friends aka boonie, maira and farteen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We endured the freaking  JC years together. Although we can't really meet up due to our busy schedules and all... but still! I really wish that I can download and annoy you guys with my setbacks and distraught. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Siaolangs :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a year and most of my most embarrassing moments are shared between you guys. You may not know but most of my secrets (or things that I normally don't share) are download to Siaolangs already. I hope that next semester I'll ended up with the same class with you guys cos I hate the fact that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. have to make new friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Going thru the hi-nice-to-meet-you moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. miss this gang when I'm in another class and I'll start to emo myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww... Thanks so much to endure my naggy-iness and stupidity on mistakes. Glad that had met this gang. You guys are so nice and wonderful. Thanks for making my day even though I am moody or restless. :&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  people whom had helped me, putting up with me and friendly to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really appreciate it. While we are still at acquaintance/classmates/friends stage, but I'm really glad to know these people! :D I believe being amiable is a two-way thing. If you are nice to me, I'll be friendly to you back. But if you're hostile, I guess that I can't really do anything except to change your opinion about myself through my actions &gt;.&lt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I will like to thank people who are really putting up with me all this while. I know that I'm not perfect and sometimes my imperfections gets into our relationship. But your acceptance by embracing my flaws really makes me appreciative. It's because of your acceptance, I am here what I am today. I can't express them in mere words, let my actions express themselves to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that I am not good with words, but thanks for putting up with me. I'll be more honest and nicer to everybody whom I treasured. Thank you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly, my new year resolution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stop emo-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Be sensitive to others, but get less paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Speak non-offensive words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Don't be vulgar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Stop procastinating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Try to be early :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Feli ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-2634697751247029578?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2634697751247029578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=2634697751247029578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2634697751247029578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2634697751247029578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-cny-d.html' title='Happy CNY! :D'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-4911669228571733203</id><published>2011-01-29T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T17:22:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>SOMETIMES I CAN'T HELP BUT WANTING TO STRANGLE MYSELF BECOS I HAD COMMITTED SOME STUPID (ALMOST IMBECILE) MISTAKE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A HUNDRED BUCKS IS WELL SPENT ON A GOOD LESSON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to myself: I need to change myself. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-4911669228571733203?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4911669228571733203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=4911669228571733203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4911669228571733203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4911669228571733203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2011/01/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-183442218726768050</id><published>2011-01-27T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:23:18.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.tmu.edu.tw/b108095052/6f91f529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://blog.tmu.edu.tw/b108095052/6f91f529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AYYYYHHHHHHSSSSSS! i CAN'T STAND MYSELF FROM BEING EMO ANYMORE!!! *Tearing the emo-cover of myself away from me* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, readers prolly feel this way:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/saviorelf88/fiercelook.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! Joking! Honestly, i have to buck myself up and be one happy kid again. Shouldn't been worrying. Being a happy kid is my second name! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-183442218726768050?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/183442218726768050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=183442218726768050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/183442218726768050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/183442218726768050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2011/01/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-3929906695254716161</id><published>2011-01-27T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:29:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an emo post. SIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/cumbria/content/images/2006/12/15/still_raining_470x353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 353px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/cumbria/content/images/2006/12/15/still_raining_470x353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haven't been myself lately due to school and project stress. I had become extraordinary easily irritable, mean, sarcastic (you name it). I hope I am not pushing the blame to projects in order to pardon myself from creating so much sins to others. :(((&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like shopping. I guess its a way to unwind myself from projects and everything. But I don't wanna to rely on retail therapy. Its more of like a form of escapism from projects (and what's not in life). It makes me sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I felt so frustrated. I felt so alone. I felt that every one is not meeting my expectations. I know its my fault to place high hopes on others in making things right. But I guess that its not possible. I should had lowered my standard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am apologetic to those whom I might have hurt in process. I need a better anger management. I have to learn to be someone with higher EQ. Perhaps this can be my new year resolution. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want my smile back. I really do. But every time when some crap pops up, the corners of my lips can't help but to push down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna to feel so helpless too. I wanna help my friends to solve their woes but I guess that I sucked at helping this kinda thing. I'm scared that my consolation may become an irritant to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid of everything. Oh gosh. why I am so emotional?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want myself back :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3929906695254716161?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3929906695254716161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3929906695254716161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3929906695254716161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3929906695254716161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-emo-post-sigh.html' title='What an emo post. SIGH'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-3953662689200151622</id><published>2010-12-20T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:31:08.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/bus_apologies/1040-011-19-1101.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 350px;" src="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/bus_apologies/1040-011-19-1101.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so sorry for being mood less especially nowadays! It's not just exam results stress but things at home takes so much dramatic turns (next time i prepare the full version!  i think currently the versions i told sheena and jomo are just a small tip of iceberg). I'm hoping that things will eventually get better and revive the same old me (who is happy and lively all the time, not some mood swing mad woman)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether it's my lack of sleep or what, but i'm getting more and more easily irritated by my environment. I wish that don't get too sensitive by watching others' whispers and facial expressions. I don't wanna get paranoid! somehow, the more i think i should not get paranoid it's just reminds me how paranoid i am! ARGH! Where is the gracious feli gone to? Hope she's still intact on earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more, i'm getting blurer. As in, i can even misinterpret people text! So embarrassing! And it's not once only, Idk i've been doing that for how many times this month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS to self: I need to rest enough so that i can cope my way through this month! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3953662689200151622?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3953662689200151622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3953662689200151622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3953662689200151622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3953662689200151622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-sorry-for-being-mood-less.html' title=''/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-3450633141013238885</id><published>2010-12-15T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:31:16.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i can describe my ICA speech on tuesday, it will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/files/original/bush-shock-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Shocked when i realised that it's a 4 to 5 mins speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://roehamptonstudent.com/files/nervous.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 444px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. nervous when i was presenting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2963290159_3aae145c31_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. At some point through my speech, I felt my mind is at point blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-6xp13j0yc/S8CYy_nnMpI/AAAAAAAABS4/Pzjw9QZctms/s400/Simpsons_Homer_crying.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. After the speech, i feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.treehugger.com/depressed.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. when i got over it (not really), i am so depressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, i've been so depressed about my results. My performance for tests such as H&amp;amp;T, management and even oral communication is a disaster. Im moodless with everything. I wish my happy self is back. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should start study hard and score well in exams. Gosh. I never felt that i'm such a failure before. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be receiving management tests results tmr. OH gosh. I'm not habouring high hopes on that. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3450633141013238885?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3450633141013238885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3450633141013238885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3450633141013238885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3450633141013238885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/12/speech.html' title='Speech'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L-6xp13j0yc/S8CYy_nnMpI/AAAAAAAABS4/Pzjw9QZctms/s72-c/Simpsons_Homer_crying.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-8499220991523457128</id><published>2010-11-23T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:51:10.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korean bomb</title><content type='html'>I am going to pray hard that less innocent lives are taken from the bomb. Please rest in peace and lord papa will send you guys up to heaven for your sacrifice. You guys are brave warriors of our time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: i know i'm not a very sympathetic or empathetic person. But i pray for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-8499220991523457128?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8499220991523457128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=8499220991523457128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/8499220991523457128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/8499220991523457128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/11/korean-bomb.html' title='korean bomb'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-3264308003993175335</id><published>2010-10-31T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:02:11.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cup cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TM2NEcSiMaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/58oO4pwHxcw/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TM2NEcSiMaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/58oO4pwHxcw/s320/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534234624561131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this cute little thing over at the top???? Those are REAL CUPCAKES AND THEY LOOKED AWESOME!!!! I happened to chance upon these cupcakes while having lunch with ying. These cupcakes proved that even if you have a bad day, you'll still find something nice/surprises you in the end. Totally loving these cupcakes. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought enough for the entire household (there's 8 people at home by the way) which cost me a bomb (but ying says it's a steal). The auntie got a shock when i ask if i can buy 9 cupcakes. Prolly because i dressed up like a secondary student with no moo-lah (what an insult)Hope that the cupcakes taste as delicious as it look. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3264308003993175335?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3264308003993175335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3264308003993175335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3264308003993175335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3264308003993175335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/10/cup-cakes.html' title='cup cakes'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TM2NEcSiMaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/58oO4pwHxcw/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-5489193628782413840</id><published>2010-10-25T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:51:33.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSK TSK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TMVhMe540oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F02jOiClEpY/s1600/Happy+Tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TMVhMe540oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F02jOiClEpY/s320/Happy+Tooth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531934584376709762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything associates with dentist or dentals should be defined as &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WASTE YOUR MONEY, AND GET SUFFERINGS :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, who will be the idiot who spend their hard-earned cash and torture themselves?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I am one such idiot who do exactly that. !!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrightly, i think people who read the first few lines will be confused. Basically, I plucked my teeth out to do braces (the braces are not there yet, but soon will be). YESH. BRACES. AND THE TEETH + THE GUMS REALLY HURTS. I can't even drink properly now because of the anesthetics. :(((( Furthermore, it's only the first 2 teeth, i wonder how i can survive since by 3rd and 4th tooth are supposed to be plucked next week. To add on, I have effective oral com on tuesday. How am I suppose to sound confident with all the missing teeth and the pain that the gums are giving me now?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, talk about price of beauty. :((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5489193628782413840?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5489193628782413840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5489193628782413840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5489193628782413840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5489193628782413840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/10/tsk-tsk.html' title='TSK TSK'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TMVhMe540oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/F02jOiClEpY/s72-c/Happy+Tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-5048709740650815877</id><published>2010-10-23T06:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T06:27:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TMIN26xDCNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gQVMT0S70fw/s1600/s_sad_face1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TMIN26xDCNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gQVMT0S70fw/s320/s_sad_face1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530998529503463634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know what happened to me lately. Getting mood-less about everything except getting irritated. Whenever i'm irritated every little thing will pull the trigger and pissed me off. So i can get all sarcastic and mean. Argh!!! I hate this part of myself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of things happened lately during the holidays. I don't think i will want to talk about it to anyone, just that i'm weeping deep inside. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is boring as usual. It seems like the project for the modules are getting harder. I don't know whether I am able to manage them. On the brighter side, at least the group mates i'm getting seems nice. I'm gonna to try and like them and do good job at the very minimum. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally i'm admitting i'm a PIG&gt;.&lt; !!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Cause after school = napping time. Take today as an example, when i reached home i slept all the way till now (6.30am)!!!! TSK! I need to sleep lesser!!!!~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;furthermore, my new hobby is eating right now, so guess that you can see my belly is growing at accelerate speed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, gotta go and do something else to cheer me up. Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5048709740650815877?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5048709740650815877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5048709740650815877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5048709740650815877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5048709740650815877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TMIN26xDCNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/gQVMT0S70fw/s72-c/s_sad_face1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-3685497701291513145</id><published>2010-09-19T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:47:17.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><content type='html'>Sorry for such the previous ranting post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of work and anxious about the exam results. At some level, all the worries accumulated is causing my negative response to others. I believe that the world is a good place to stay in, just that there's so much things that are making me frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, and i'm grateful for your understanding (if you happened to read this post lah! XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3685497701291513145?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3685497701291513145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3685497701291513145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3685497701291513145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3685497701291513145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/09/apologies.html' title='apologies'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-4421252354298353593</id><published>2010-09-19T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:11:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALAA</title><content type='html'>I'm worried about my results, especially marketing. It just makes me go so anxious cos I had zero idea of what i'm writing in the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics, I scared that i'm not able to write the points needed to score. Or rather, I might had written too much. Using too much time to score very little marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats. I truly had no idea for the theory. It just makes people to wonder why theory need to memorise where stats are just maths. It's makes people go bongers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-4421252354298353593?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4421252354298353593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=4421252354298353593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4421252354298353593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4421252354298353593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/09/lalalaa.html' title='LALALAA'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-4739649944644087145</id><published>2010-08-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:37:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant lalala</title><content type='html'>Today is awesome :DDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-4739649944644087145?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4739649944644087145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=4739649944644087145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4739649944644087145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4739649944644087145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/08/rant-lalala.html' title='rant lalala'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-1275522639708803662</id><published>2010-08-14T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:46:20.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ING or not</title><content type='html'>Aloha. It's been a while since I had blogged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kinda depressed by the ill treatment that my brainless sister (not technically) given to me for this week. Seriously, it's only a room. What kind of attitude you're giving me right now? It hurts me deeply because I love you sister. But you're always not treating me right when you couldn't have what you wanted. You threatened me. Cold Shoulder me. Ignoring me. WTF. What did I ever do to make you treat me this way? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sort of amazing to see that you'd friends. Admittedly, your friends are real nice people. But how about you? Ill-tempered, no sense of consideration, thinks-that-you're-right-the-whole-time attitude. When you do something wrong you expect that I will forgive you. But when I do something that it's not at your liking, you treat me badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if you're smart? Your EQ is below an imbecile. You may appear to be perfect to others, but you're definitely not a good sister. I can't hate you because of the blood ties, but if i can, i will surely you in one of my personal hidden hate-list rooted in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm glad that I had cried it all out. At least daddy understands what I am going through. I am really sick and tired of your stupid tactics to ill treat me. I shall torment no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: @MEL: SO SORRY! I COULDN'T MADE IT TODAY. PERHAPS LORD WANTS ME TO STOP DEPRESSING SO HE ARRANGE THIS DAY TO ME. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING!!!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, I actually enjoying my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet up with JC friends for a gathering in  Marina Bay Sands (MBS) . Totally a great night out! They have been real nice :D TEEHEE. However, MBS IS SO FREAKING FAR FROM THE MRT STATION!! Boonie and I walk for more than 1 hour to reach MBS due to my no sense of direction (we are literally lost you know!). Some more we walk from suntec! We almost die from walking &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's really scary to walk at night cos there's so many foreign workers crowding the route on the way there. I was so freaked out when the workers keep staring at us on the way there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we reached (finally), I actually suggested to buy bread from the bakery in MBS, SO FREAKING EX COS THE MUFFIN&amp;amp;COOKIE BROUGHT TOTALLY NOT NICE. SOME MORE THE SERVER'S ACCENT IS TOO STRONG. HALF THE TIME I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT'S SHE'S TRYING TO SAY. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we reached the hotel room, that's where the fun begins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw LL, priscella and priscella's friend (IDK WHO IS HE) in the hotel room alrd. feel very shifty  cos I'm not very close with them. So, me and boonie escaped to the bathroom and wash our tired feets. Then we took pictures, saw JY and her mama and jio JY to wash her legs with us. then me, boonie and JQ went up the sky garden and took loads of pictures. Anyways, cos I'm too childish, they treated me like a kid. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, when we returned from sky garden, LL's group of ppl are already gone. Feel like going home but too scared to go alone so I called my dad if I can stay in the hotel. And he actually said 'YES'!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, took loads of pictures, gossips about nothings and trying to sleep after that. Sadly, i think i fell asleep after 3 am. and I was awaken by boonie's slap on my face when she turned over to my side of the bed. Luckily I'm not the only casualty :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for JQ mama to come and then me, boonie and peggy went to bugis together to brunch. but in the end we're a little lost so we took another hour to reach PARCO. By the time we eaten finish our brunch, I realised that it's 1pm and it's pointless to go to mel's event cos I will be very late (as in REALLY LATE). Sigh, in the end i can;t make it to this event lah. AIYO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TATA. I think that's all for the day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-1275522639708803662?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1275522639708803662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=1275522639708803662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1275522639708803662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1275522639708803662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/08/emo-ing-or-not.html' title='Emo-ING or not'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-7143962226949340362</id><published>2010-08-10T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:16:46.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hardly fair isn't it?</title><content type='html'>I made a huge decision today. I'm supposed to exchange rooms with my sister. However, I didn't. Why? Life is hardly fair isn't it? I don't have the courage to exchange. I still don't have the desire to exchange my room yet. I still love my room. And IT'S MY ROOM. No matter how important/huge your reason is, but i still have the option to reject your request. Unfortunately, using daddy as a resort should be the last thing you should do. The more you use daddy to get what you want, the more I will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; (TYPO! FORGET TO ADD THIS EARLIER) willing to exchange my room. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here. I had said my peace. You should not even try to threaten me to get what you want. It's kinda sad to see that using blackmailing as your resort. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you told me that it's hardly fair that i got the room myself, but was it fair for me to give up my space because of YOU. And, it's easy to speculate that if i ever use this reason to argue with you, you'll dismiss my argument by saying "It's your choice to move in with me" or "It's not my fault." . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, why the hell i be the stupid one to accept your request? As much as I love you sister, but forsaking something that it's mine is nothing but difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-7143962226949340362?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7143962226949340362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=7143962226949340362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7143962226949340362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7143962226949340362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-hardly-fair-isnt-it.html' title='Life is hardly fair isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-2072764222069507057</id><published>2010-08-05T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:07:45.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ALOHA! It's been a while since i had ever blog in this place. Anyways, before i start, i need to send regards to Mel for her graciousness to lend me her bling bling cappy to wear in school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TFpggb_56QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3UewOUTSJuI/s1600/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TFpggb_56QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3UewOUTSJuI/s320/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501816005174356226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THANKS MEL MEL! :DDDD SUPER BLING! I LIKE !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, since my life is literately boring, i went to search for personality test online and here's the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div class="box_title" id="titlewidth_a_id3785640" style="width: 447px; background-color: rgb(186, 205, 236); "&gt;&lt;div class="uedge" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_h.gif); background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="redge" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_v2.gif); background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="ledge" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_v.gif); background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="urcorner_t" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__edge_right_upper_titled.gif); background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="ulcorner_t" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__edge_left_upper_titled.gif); background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="innercontent_ty" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 7px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="innercontent_tx" style="padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;div id="div1_id3785640" class="boxtitle" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; display: inline; "&gt;Your Thinking Modes&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="box" id="box_level1_" style="width: 447px; background-color: rgb(248, 252, 255); margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div id="box_id3785640" class="UNSHADED" style="width: 447px; "&gt;&lt;div class="uedge" id="box_level2_" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_h.gif); background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="redge" id="box_level3_" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_v2.gif); background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="bedge" id="box_level4_" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_h2.gif); background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="ledge" id="box_level5_" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__dot_v.gif); background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="blcorner" id="box_level6_" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__edge_left_lower.gif); background-position: 0% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="brcorner" id="box_level7_" style="background-image: url(file:///C:/map/images0/svg/static__xml/mtime/1280909402aef0f/page/borders__edge_right_lower.gif); background-position: 100% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="innercontent" style="padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 9px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-left: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;Each person has preferences about the way he or she gathers information and makes decisions. Our predisposition to think in a certain manner depends on how our brain is wired. When an MRI (Magnetic Resonance Image) photograph of the brain is taken, researchers can see that for certain people, for certain tasks, different areas of the brain become more active. Some people, for example, are better with imaginative tasks (the right side of the brain), while others are better with more concrete, hands-on tasks (the left side of the brain). These preferences become the foundation for how we relate to people, situations, and events in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;The following feedback provides you with a description of what type of information you are most attracted to, how you prefer to make decisions, and what environment you do best in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_subtitle" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;The type of information you are most attracted to:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You emphasize past experience, realism, common sense, and practical issues. You have a matter of fact style and are direct rather than indirect. You prefer applicable, concrete knowledge over abstract, theoretical knowledge. When someone explains something to you, you often ask them to provide an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You are most comfortable dealing with the here and now, the real world. When someone asks, 'But what if x happens or y happens?', you respond by saying, 'It hasn't yet happened. Let's deal with it if and when it does, instead of wasting time now speculating about it.' You trust information gathered by your own five senses over any other information source. Avoiding speculation and exaggeration is important to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You would rather say 'I get things done' than 'I create ideas and possibilities.' You don't like it when people jump around in their thoughts or when ideas don't logically flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;Caution area: you may sometimes overlook long-range planning by being too focused on the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_subtitle" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;How you prefer to make decisions:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You make decisions using your heart rather than your mind. Logic is important to you, but so is the human element. You would rather that a person was illogical yet considerate than accurate and cold-hearted. You focus on how a decision will affect others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;When coming to conclusions, you believe that there are often no black or white solutions. Each situation has different circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You can sometimes become 'caught up' by the moment- carried away by a feeling or impression. For example, if you go shopping, you may sometimes become inspired to buy things that you don't need, simply because it 'feels' like something you need at the time. Later, after putting some thought into the matter, you may realize that what you bought was not exactly the item that you needed or wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_subtitle" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; font-weight: inherit; "&gt;The environment you do best in:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You do not like to leave questions unanswered. You like to get to the bottom line. You function best when you can understand the situation and have a feeling for what you can expect. When given a series of options, you prefer to analyze them, come up with a good solution or decision, and then stick to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;You enjoy finishing things more than starting things, and find simplicity to be more appealing than complexity. While you appreciate flexibility and can tolerate unpredictability, you feel most comfortable in an environment that is more structured than unstructured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="10" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_normal" style="padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12pt; "&gt;In your living space, you like to know where things are. Other people may not recognize it, but you have an order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/the%20chocolate%20runner/Downloads/The%20Personality100%20Test_files/spacer.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's pretty accurate as they really sums me up as a person. I love things that are balance, practical and simple. I give allowances to spontaneous thoughts but not all the time. I love things that are structured because they are easy to follow. Problems that are super complicated really pisses me off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea! I'm someone who is super messy and disorganized. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-2072764222069507057?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2072764222069507057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=2072764222069507057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2072764222069507057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2072764222069507057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/08/aloha-its-been-while-since-i-had-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/TFpggb_56QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3UewOUTSJuI/s72-c/DSC00638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-3253104970892279572</id><published>2010-07-22T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:19:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>how i wish i can keep my mouth shut for as long as i can. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not refering to anybody though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3253104970892279572?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3253104970892279572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3253104970892279572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3253104970892279572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3253104970892279572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-7352074307133458107</id><published>2010-07-11T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:30:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.S.K. WHAT A IRRITANT</title><content type='html'>there are some people who are totally insensitive to others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to judge, hate to be criticize. Just if you're wondering, i referring to those who are real-fuc* ups who can't seems to please with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i'm FINE. Please, get away from my life as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, hell yea, it's so human to be dissatisfied with people or things around them. But if you're someone who are dissatisfied all the time, why don't you just look at yourself at the mirror and ask yourself why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should ask yourself why are you're always so gossipy. I'm sorry dude, if i'm hurting your feelings. But for the matter of fact, i'm saying the truth. It's so irritating to discuss things behind other people backs. It's uber scary. and let me tell you, you'll are lucky that i'm trying to be nice to you. It's not that i expected you to treat me well. But your attitude sucks a big time. You who have zero tolerance just makes people hate you. You're only nice at the surface, but deep within, you're not. Cos you're forever critisizing people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, look at yourself at the mirror, before you're life is damaged and crushed into ashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-7352074307133458107?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7352074307133458107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=7352074307133458107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7352074307133458107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7352074307133458107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/tsk-what-irritant.html' title='T.S.K. WHAT A IRRITANT'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-5109133938917900693</id><published>2010-07-08T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:55:02.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk</title><content type='html'>OH wells&gt;,&lt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i'm gonna stop my blogging nowwwwwwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5109133938917900693?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5109133938917900693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5109133938917900693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5109133938917900693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5109133938917900693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/tsk.html' title='tsk'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-1807434764356607838</id><published>2010-07-08T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:51:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTSSS</title><content type='html'>I don't know what had gotten to me nowadays. It's been a hectic week. My moodswings are all over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i know, i shouldn't place high expectations upon myself, but i couldn't help it. Grades from marketing (oUCH) is something that i can't do anything about it. I thought i will score well, but in fact i didn't. those subjects that i thought i would score badly with in fact, in flying colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, even the presentation had screwed up. I don't know what else i can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My team mates are extremely nice. They are forgiving. But i can't seemed to get over it myself D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My classmates are extremely nice too! They (KAT KAT and Brenda) bought me drinks and bread to prevent gastrics pain. It's real sweet of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, is it just me or what? Whenever i have toys placed on my bed something bad will happen. Furthermore, whenever i blogged, something bad bound to happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely hope that i'm just paranoid. I can't take another blow now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-1807434764356607838?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1807434764356607838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=1807434764356607838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1807434764356607838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1807434764356607838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/rantsss.html' title='RANTSSS'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-2985577007888923175</id><published>2010-07-07T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:38:35.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicia Nothing</title><content type='html'>Honestly swear to god. I need to improve my writing skills. It's getting worse. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-2985577007888923175?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2985577007888923175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=2985577007888923175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2985577007888923175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2985577007888923175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/felicia-nothing.html' title='Felicia Nothing'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-6246209797054242441</id><published>2010-07-07T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:53:34.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>I'm eating junk food right now cos i'm feeling sad. I don't know why. But I know i cannot emo any further.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells, my results are out. My marketing scored one pathetic C. Oh nos. And oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-6246209797054242441?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6246209797054242441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=6246209797054242441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6246209797054242441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6246209797054242441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-3316177154710351007</id><published>2010-06-23T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:57:35.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH TO THE MAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;我最受不了那些少根筋的人！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;请搞清楚状况才骂人可以吗？？？？？？？？？？？？？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3316177154710351007?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3316177154710351007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3316177154710351007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3316177154710351007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3316177154710351007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/06/argh-to-max.html' title='ARGH TO THE MAX'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-3266851030857746449</id><published>2010-06-15T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:55:47.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know what happened to me. Super blur. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first i displaced my SD card, now i forgot to take door keys. Officially stuck outside of my house for now. and Yep, i'm actually typing this outside of my house (thank goodness i brought along my lap top). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with my brain :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only ICA, but my entire life had been such a mess up ever since i stepped in to poly. Not that i am a very careful person, but nonetheless, i shouldn't be making this kind of mistakes. This is ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i too stressed? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps i am just too tired. Shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY XUANS! MISS YOU SO MUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-3266851030857746449?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/3266851030857746449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=3266851030857746449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3266851030857746449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/3266851030857746449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-happened-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-7164002562349548605</id><published>2010-06-03T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:05:48.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STATS SUCKS</title><content type='html'>I was over confident.&lt;div&gt;I thought that i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should had cancelled the word off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's making me so flustered out of nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GENUINE HOPE THAT I WAS RIGHT AFTERALL. COS WHENEVER I CHANGE MY ANSWERS, MY ANSWERS ARE ALWAYS WRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-7164002562349548605?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7164002562349548605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=7164002562349548605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7164002562349548605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7164002562349548605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/06/stats-sucks.html' title='STATS SUCKS'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-5947977110534239594</id><published>2010-05-17T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:51:11.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/S_ERKWuGQ4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dBemclB6hfE/s1600/landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/S_ERKWuGQ4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dBemclB6hfE/s320/landscape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472173891827155842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been such a naughty girl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always hiding my feelings so as to go along with other people wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried not to hurt anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always pessimistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always sensitive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I'm a selfish person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need others to tell me that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are like  strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't understand me as well as you think you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you think is what you had thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to do with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you think it's engaging certainly didn't capture my real attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, cause I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5947977110534239594?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5947977110534239594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5947977110534239594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5947977110534239594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5947977110534239594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/05/pretender.html' title='pretender'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/S_ERKWuGQ4I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dBemclB6hfE/s72-c/landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-2252751564884155191</id><published>2010-05-09T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:08:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's crazy i KNOW!</title><content type='html'>I know i know, i have been complaining the amount of homework in Poly. Poly life is slack is OVER-stated. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now i still left with :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) marketing project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) effective comm blog (i haven't even think of what kind of layout the blog is gonna to look like yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) statistic project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAN SIAN. So many things to cope with. :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-2252751564884155191?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/2252751564884155191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=2252751564884155191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2252751564884155191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/2252751564884155191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-crazy-i-know.html' title='It&apos;s crazy i KNOW!'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-1065341101119645055</id><published>2010-03-25T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:52:36.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>My sister just came back from myammar. Weee~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-1065341101119645055?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1065341101119645055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=1065341101119645055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1065341101119645055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1065341101119645055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/03/lala.html' title='lala'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-8911178730439008567</id><published>2010-03-20T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:58:33.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rants</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that working in plaza &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;singapura&lt;/span&gt; might be the most unpleasant working experience so far. I dislike anything cold or noisy, they make me feel uneasy. Making me hard to concentrate. So far, most of the promoters are chit-chatting loudly at their counters' conjunction. Their voice volume is as loud as if there's no customers in the shop. True, there's no much customers hanging around in their counters to promote their stuff, but was there a need to talk so loudly? I don't know whether it's because of the rain or what which makes me moody. But their noise level had certainly get to my nerves. I do hope that there's some regulars for my products so that i can be distracted and ignore their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had stayed at my counter for nearly 2 hours. However, there's still no customers yet. I sincerely hope that there's some customers who love their hair to visit me so that i can make some sales. It's difficult to make one right now as there's no one looking at my counter. Maybe around the evening there might be more people visiting this counter so that i can sell something. Anything. I don't really want to see my sales like zero today. Hope that the customers can forget about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Watson's&lt;/span&gt; $22/shampoo deal and come over and take a look at the products &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-8911178730439008567?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8911178730439008567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=8911178730439008567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/8911178730439008567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/8911178730439008567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-rants.html' title='my rants'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-5943761427943004213</id><published>2010-03-10T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:44:22.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>Having a bad A level results doesn't means that it's the end of the world, says felithechocolaterunner. Sure, it does hurt alot at that moment(when you are receiving), however, the pain will subside after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being emotional over a spilled milk wouldn't help things. Hence, seeing that there's no point to feel sad/devastated, i feel its time for me to get a grip or something. Taking things easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today is so boring. There's no customers at all. AS in really zero in sales.ZERO! Totally unbelievable. It's like i'm working in a shopping mall and there's no customers but promoters wallking all over the place. Super super sad. I wonder how am I going to make it through today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5943761427943004213?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5943761427943004213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5943761427943004213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5943761427943004213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5943761427943004213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/03/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-1426379281020247012</id><published>2010-02-21T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:34:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that A level results are gonna to be release on 5t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; or 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of march. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I'm like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna to keep my finger crossed for this time. I really really hope that I'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stop worrying&lt;br /&gt;2. but still want a fantastic result&lt;br /&gt;3. Pray really hard that every-thing, turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-1426379281020247012?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1426379281020247012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=1426379281020247012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1426379281020247012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1426379281020247012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-5735750309505339951</id><published>2010-02-17T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:39:43.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired!</title><content type='html'>Besides sleeping like a pig these 2 days, my head is getting crankier every minute at home. This is thanks to the lack of sleep for the past 1 month &amp;amp; the weird weather temperature experienced where-ever i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i feel that i can laze around at home doing absolutely nothing and still feel extremely sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go &amp;amp; catch up a movie later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5735750309505339951?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5735750309505339951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5735750309505339951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5735750309505339951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5735750309505339951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired!'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-7164751123584262471</id><published>2010-02-16T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:08:42.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles for the f-up people</title><content type='html'>I wonder why am i always so bothered by mean comments by someone who hardly knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally unreasonable to verbally abused by some simple jokes which hardly amuses me. HA-HAH. Seriously, I know it's Chinese new year, but that doesn't give PEOPLE LIKE YOU the rights for me to forgive such almost-childish behaviour. Sometimes minor sarcasm are accepted, but not those response(s) that you had written/posted online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, by displaying such acts, it will only gain recognition from PEOPLE LIKE YOU. And of course, PEOPLE who are LIKE YOU, are always in my HATE-LIST which i would never spell it out to PEOPLE LIKE YOU. I should be more forgiving and let PEOPLE LIKE YOU, live in THE SO-CALLED FANTASY LAND which i don't even think that it had EVER EXISTED in planet earth. Oh, maybe in MARS. But sadly, the planet MARS I'm talking about only has something call LONELY-LAND where people LIKE YOU should had lived there quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly ask lord to cleanse you &amp;amp; forgive me for writing this. Your ugly behavior is getting to my nerves, which is totally UNBEARABLE/UNACCEPTABLE. From time-to-time, i truly had enough. I'm really glad that we ain't friends anymore. To put it in a analogy, when we ain't friends, it feels like Í had finally broke the shackles from a prison cell. Your existence will only add-on to carbon emission which is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calamity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to kind-hearted human beings. Your existence will only cause pain and hurt. The awful memories with PEOPLE LIKE YOU are akin to nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, this will build my strength and charm. I am able to control myself (esp my mouth) from spouting such ridiculous comments and my hands from doing anything stupid. Should you be reading this, PLEASE, reflect your personality and figure why you are ALWAYS THE ONE LEFT OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-7164751123584262471?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7164751123584262471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=7164751123584262471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7164751123584262471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7164751123584262471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/02/rambles-for-f-up-people.html' title='rambles for the f-up people'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-5677172715418371001</id><published>2010-01-07T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:09:45.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shucks!</title><content type='html'>While flipping through some facebook photos had made me realised that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我真的老了！No wonder the people from my workplace call me auntie/old woman (in hokkian) :&lt;/strong&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say that i still want to remain sweet sixteen forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-5677172715418371001?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/5677172715418371001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=5677172715418371001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5677172715418371001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/5677172715418371001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2010/01/shucks.html' title='shucks!'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-1326944662364530973</id><published>2009-12-19T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:31:46.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emoing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm really devastated when i heard that i can't work on christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-1326944662364530973?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1326944662364530973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=1326944662364530973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1326944662364530973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1326944662364530973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/12/emoing.html' title='emoing'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-2034771172025626309</id><published>2009-11-28T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:56:47.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is supercool!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;虎牙from 模范棒棒糖 is uber cool in this video!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OtmwbDs-f8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/SxEmpiU2XzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mNtuL0YmkQg/s320/bw_night_pier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans are sensitive, obstinate and hurtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that makes us humane, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-7465307518537782460?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7465307518537782460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=7465307518537782460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7465307518537782460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7465307518537782460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/11/lame-rants.html' title='Lame rants'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FrzYrxglZWk/SxEmpiU2XzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mNtuL0YmkQg/s72-c/bw_night_pier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6671651216264292381.post-4917010893148531313</id><published>2009-10-31T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:32:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WAY!</title><content type='html'>I'm always pressing for time. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 weeks I am either slacking off, doing my maths and gp or chem. Well, slacking off actually take much more of time (as usual). And alas, I literally forgot about sth called CLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gracious. I haven't been memorising the texts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: And oh please, do not tag/tell me any comments about this post k? I know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-4917010893148531313?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4917010893148531313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=4917010893148531313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4917010893148531313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4917010893148531313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-way.html' title='NO WAY!'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-7561792070971441718</id><published>2009-10-09T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:54:15.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day part 1 (it's not that there might be part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dissenet.com/etringita/images/20061214104514_chocolate%20de%20fresa%20p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dissenet.com/etringita/images/20061214104514_chocolate%20de%20fresa%20p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my graduation day from YJ! Haha. This is suppose to be a &lt;strong&gt;happy occasion&lt;/strong&gt; since I'm finally a &lt;em&gt;ex-student&lt;/em&gt; of YJ after today! Study break will start soon. I wonder if anyone out there had done their revision? Not me yet. But I'm beginning to study soon. I guess that perhaps it's because I don't want to visualise myself to score badly for As. I don't ask for much, perhaps ABC for H2 and As for H1. Okay, maybe it's a little beyond my means to achieve such grades, however, if I don't score well, besides the point that i can't get into local university (foreign uni is out of the equation cos my family has no money to support that), I'll will let down several teachers who had been teaching and hoping me to score well. Hence, more or less this will motivate me to study hard during this one month break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I really hope that I can score a C for CLL (this is realistic dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will not be going online (except for watching K.O3anguo) during my study break. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-7561792070971441718?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/7561792070971441718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=7561792070971441718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7561792070971441718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/7561792070971441718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-day-part-1-its-not-that.html' title='Graduation Day part 1 (it&apos;s not that there might be part 2)'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-282189532305606534</id><published>2009-09-30T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:07:24.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings.</title><content type='html'>I simply don't understand. What's wrong with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are over. Sure, I screw it all up. But why everyone feel that there's a need to remind me like everyday? What does it ever gonna do with you? Isn't it obvious to stay out of people bussiness? What makes you think that i'm not grieving over it (just becos i didn't study as hard as others?????????????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GP grades are forever lousy, becos my GP teacher don't like my writing style. He never pass my content marks even though i made my views. It's like everything must follow his way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths are getting ridiculous. CLL even worse. Half the time i really don't understand why i can't write those points out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so f***ing stressed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-282189532305606534?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/282189532305606534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=282189532305606534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/282189532305606534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/282189532305606534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/09/rantings.html' title='Rantings.'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-6756853516237124007</id><published>2009-09-30T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:30:30.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next stop happiness :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlM5jnP0mz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LlM5jnP0mz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-6756853516237124007?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6756853516237124007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=6756853516237124007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6756853516237124007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6756853516237124007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-stop-happiness.html' title='Next stop happiness :)'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-1992394409958332563</id><published>2009-08-02T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:27:46.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. ...</title><content type='html'>I NEED TO GET METEOR GARDEN OUT OF MY HEAD. SOOOOOOOOOOOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-1992394409958332563?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/1992394409958332563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=1992394409958332563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1992394409958332563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/1992394409958332563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='.. ...'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-6867888961008759574</id><published>2009-07-19T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:13:47.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0.0</title><content type='html'>I'm so sooooooooooooooooo DEAD. Be prepared to collect my corpse somewhere in the street. DANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-6867888961008759574?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/6867888961008759574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=6867888961008759574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6867888961008759574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/6867888961008759574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/00.html' title='0.0'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-8907828141582938564</id><published>2009-07-17T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:41:04.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This world is filled with impossible people.Just like him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is certainly disturbing and unfortunate of me to have such a teacher. Totally arse on the neck and terrible. Someone as spoilt as him should just curl up and hide somewhere in the pacific ocean so that NO LIVING THINGS can SEE him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day (as in today) started off pretty well. It was like everything started off SUPER SMOOTHLY all until someone like him (call him MR H) destroyed everything!!!! You know, as much as I want to, I don't have a great hearing abilities like the norm, so, I doesn't really hear him instructing me to align my table while I was talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JW&lt;/span&gt;. Then guess what? HE THREATEN ME THAT HE WILL PULL A TIGHT SLAP ON MY FACE. GOSH! THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS/ABSURD/MORONIC/PREPOSTEROUS! Like he can abuse my delicate face with his coarse hand. What a uncivilised person! And after that, he uses our testimonies AND BLACKMAILED my class for being 'rebellious'. GOSH! First time in my life I had saw such person. And oh my, shouldn't he reflect himself for not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;setting&lt;/span&gt; a good example for us to SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only knows how to blame people and don't take look at himself. I really hope that lord will bless me and pull me through this tramatic incident!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-8907828141582938564?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/8907828141582938564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=8907828141582938564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/8907828141582938564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/8907828141582938564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-world-is-filled-with-impossible.html' title='This world is filled with impossible people.Just like him.'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-4897137686920025571</id><published>2009-07-09T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:02:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post 2 :0</title><content type='html'>My Tuition teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; suggested me to be a 'buyer' after As. So what exactly is a 'buyer'????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my tuition teacher it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THE PEOPLE WHO MATCHES THE CLOTHES AND AND SELL THEM AS AN OUTFIT IN A RETAIL&lt;br /&gt;STORE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's the right job for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-4897137686920025571?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4897137686920025571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=4897137686920025571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4897137686920025571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4897137686920025571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-2-0.html' title='post 2 :0'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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-6671651216264292381.post-4316367032885931830</id><published>2009-07-02T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:27:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAUSE.SIP.PAUSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FREAKING TIRED OF SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NOTHING GOES IN AND NOTHING COMES OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it. I felt like dozing off in the middle of the class. It's just so sleepy! Sometimes I really admire people who can persevere to stay awake in class (especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CLL&lt;/span&gt;, it's kinda boring nowadays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in doing well is one thing, while doing it well as another matter. It's almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un-achievable&lt;/span&gt; for the latter but totally over-achievable for the former. With my weak ability on self-control, it really gives people ponder how am i going to excel for exams. Mind you, Prelims are like 5 weeks away(?) and I haven't revise any subjects yet. And even my chem teacher is saying good luck to people like me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I just can't wait for Youth Day holiday. gonna wander off to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suzumiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haruhi&lt;/span&gt; season 2 now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6671651216264292381-4316367032885931830?l=thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/feeds/4316367032885931830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6671651216264292381&amp;postID=4316367032885931830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4316367032885931830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6671651216264292381/posts/default/4316367032885931830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechocolaterunner.blogspot.com/2009/07/pausesippause.html' title='PAUSE.SIP.PAUSE.'/><author><name>ACS Members</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12437012521602232770</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>
