<?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-27629192</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:56:41.674+08:00</updated><category term='link larkin and his breath-taking winks; i cant get over it.'/><category term='I LOVE SYF DANCERS.'/><category term='mobile women'/><category term='waxing is not as pain as you think it is.'/><category term='the journey started out so well.'/><category term='nadine is in a super HIGH mood. haha she is infront of me jumping around. insane i tell you'/><category term='FALL OUT BOY ROCKED MAX PAVILION.'/><category term='fashion house cant leave me hanging just like this. hmph.'/><category term='christina aguilera&apos;s concert was simply the bomb.'/><category term='maths trail at vivo sucked by the way.'/><category term='BLISTERS CAUSING DAMAGE.'/><category term='james lafferty is MINE nadine colette(: too bad.'/><category term='WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WASTING MY TIME OVER YOU?'/><category term='JAKYLE'/><category term='the holidays have been such a drag.'/><category term='buckle down your boots'/><category term='I LOVE RED HOUSE CHEERLEADERS 2007'/><category term='I ADDICTED TO FALL OUT BOY&apos;S INFINITY ON HIGH.'/><category term='JONAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS.'/><category term='ACTION SONGS ARE FUN.'/><category term='im still supporting baby V.'/><category term='one tree hill rocks my sexy panties :D'/><category term='dance is music made visible; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SkOvCl33DxI/AAAAAAAABXs/pzghmFsaTII/s320/Garbooooooo..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garbo is practically life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he's being under credited for everything he does please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonas, get your act on man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want hug the diabetes out of Nicholas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My life depends on it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4683286850949693164?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4683286850949693164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4683286850949693164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4683286850949693164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4683286850949693164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/06/garbo-is-practically-life-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SkOvCl33DxI/AAAAAAAABXs/pzghmFsaTII/s72-c/Garbooooooo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5270574641806646171</id><published>2009-06-08T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:31:17.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Si0e-ubmPcI/AAAAAAAABXk/imHkstA0BLI/s1600-h/Get+lost+Justin..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344962395723152834" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Si0e-ubmPcI/AAAAAAAABXk/imHkstA0BLI/s320/Get+lost+Justin..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this pretty much made my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot wait for their tour, a three hundred and sixty revolving stage and trampolines, it can&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get any cooler. The other day, I got asked what kind of characteristic do I find in a boy. Truth be told, I haven't got a clue. I mean the basic ones stay - sensitive, witty humor, independent, blah blah blah - but I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'm asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm so tired. Stupid antibiotics. Nana and I miss cam-whoring. It shall happen one day, just like old times (: I honestly do not know what I blog about. Everything I need to say is pretty much in my diary already. Haha, yeah yeah, I have a diary. I'm a dork, big whoop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Round Two, here I come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5270574641806646171?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5270574641806646171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5270574641806646171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5270574641806646171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5270574641806646171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-see-this-pretty-much-made-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/Si0e-ubmPcI/AAAAAAAABXk/imHkstA0BLI/s72-c/Get+lost+Justin..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3765083921095870372</id><published>2009-05-28T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:22:00.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sh55-W5fHHI/AAAAAAAABXc/XUi6F-yqQzQ/s1600-h/a+relationship+without+end..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340840320313531506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sh55-W5fHHI/AAAAAAAABXc/XUi6F-yqQzQ/s320/a+relationship+without+end..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truth be told, I don't know how to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I don't know how to tell you I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I don't know if 'I love you' is enough right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been shielding my heart all this time.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that now.&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long since I've thought about you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't want the tears.&lt;br /&gt;You're in front of me every morning.&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing more than a 'Hello'.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our never ending conversations?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to our laughter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were inseparable. We were.&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe I want more than just a simple hug and a 'Hello'.&lt;br /&gt;I want your friendship back.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to hold you in my arms, and let the whole world know you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the cause of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be at every one of your concerts and be the loudest there, screaming for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the first one that pops into your mind when you need help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3765083921095870372?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3765083921095870372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3765083921095870372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3765083921095870372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3765083921095870372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth-be-told-i-dont-know-how-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sh55-W5fHHI/AAAAAAAABXc/XUi6F-yqQzQ/s72-c/a+relationship+without+end..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-7446953631562682614</id><published>2009-05-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:33:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>London. Shit, London.&lt;br /&gt;London.&lt;br /&gt;London.&lt;br /&gt;London.&lt;br /&gt;London.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me dead.&lt;br /&gt;LONDONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;Sacha is off to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7446953631562682614?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7446953631562682614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7446953631562682614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7446953631562682614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aq4jvLYXHD4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvvlSE-DupQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvvlSE-DupQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfly, fly away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah, Disney has no talent my butt.&lt;br /&gt;And I want Niley to just learn that they're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw Justin into a rubbish bin,&lt;br /&gt;and keep Niley in my pocket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7575343967197875676?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7575343967197875676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7575343967197875676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7575343967197875676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7575343967197875676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-4617617642563843854</id><published>2009-05-11T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:08:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_ceAqL0I/AAAAAAAABXU/jZ8sZ2hw-p8/s1600-h/DSC_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334442779456712514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_ceAqL0I/AAAAAAAABXU/jZ8sZ2hw-p8/s320/DSC_0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me again, how do we look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_cMIp-nI/AAAAAAAABXM/baDnxtjfG0I/s1600-h/DSC_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334442774658415218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_cMIp-nI/AAAAAAAABXM/baDnxtjfG0I/s320/DSC_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New dressssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_cLiq80I/AAAAAAAABXE/Wb1KS49j02E/s1600-h/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334442774499095362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_cLiq80I/AAAAAAAABXE/Wb1KS49j02E/s320/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the unglamness kick in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_b0TGsII/AAAAAAAABW8/207Cgo69xoE/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334442768259788930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_b0TGsII/AAAAAAAABW8/207Cgo69xoE/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this woman right here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been ten thousand years since I've updated this super dead blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have nothing to say, but I just felt this necessity of updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beatrice is on my bed studying Chemistry right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I like old school songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they're brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Flickr is brilliant too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beat is sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4617617642563843854?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4617617642563843854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4617617642563843854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4617617642563843854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4617617642563843854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/05/explain-to-me-again-how-do-we-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sge_ceAqL0I/AAAAAAAABXU/jZ8sZ2hw-p8/s72-c/DSC_0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-6851950682427397735</id><published>2009-04-28T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:45:09.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XyciqRpavPI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XyciqRpavPI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;Checked youtube.&lt;br /&gt;And stumbled upon this video yet again.&lt;br /&gt;I want these two back together again.&lt;br /&gt;Darn Taylor and Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selena needs to get her butt back to the Demi.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, who needs to film movies nowadays?(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, exams start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want coffee too.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;With NJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sue me, sherlocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6851950682427397735?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6851950682427397735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6851950682427397735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6851950682427397735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6851950682427397735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-319698844392196293</id><published>2009-04-25T00:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:12:03.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SfHtmnsNr-I/AAAAAAAABW0/nGYT1XWC2qY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328301081901248482" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SfHtmnsNr-I/AAAAAAAABW0/nGYT1XWC2qY/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these two bitches right here so, fjdbpsgr, much.&lt;br /&gt;And wtf? Is it just me, or was my belt really low in Sec One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SfHtmRukGcI/AAAAAAAABWs/9xzQ6evvohQ/s1600-h/DSC_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328301076005525954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SfHtmRukGcI/AAAAAAAABWs/9xzQ6evvohQ/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my glasses back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams next week.&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me dead.&lt;br /&gt;Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like school.&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;I bet that's its intention though.&lt;br /&gt;To kill every innocent soul.&lt;br /&gt;And as of right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;So, I should shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Because really, I'm just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned that Twitter is amazing?&lt;br /&gt;I love it to death.&lt;br /&gt;I declare it my new found boyf.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Chelsea a letter today.&lt;br /&gt;She thought I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Demi doesn't deserve tonsillitis.&lt;br /&gt;I think that my hair sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we should all stop studying,&lt;br /&gt;and see what the government has to say.&lt;br /&gt;I also think that I've been over-caffeinated and sleep-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-319698844392196293?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/319698844392196293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=319698844392196293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/319698844392196293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/319698844392196293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-these-two-bitches-right-here-so.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SfHtmnsNr-I/AAAAAAAABW0/nGYT1XWC2qY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-8980444911543656141</id><published>2009-04-21T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:55:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="215" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ6G5JOFRZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQ6G5JOFRZc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this cheered me up to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;At least now, I don't have to quote &lt;s&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/s&gt;, if that is even her name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking stop watching this video.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just peed in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8980444911543656141?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8980444911543656141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8980444911543656141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8980444911543656141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8980444911543656141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-this-cheered-me-up-to-maximum.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7221574116726766363</id><published>2009-04-21T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:42:58.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Se25i1pV1LI/AAAAAAAABWk/zW_xvujN1Ew/s1600-h/Dang+son..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327117942416331954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Se25i1pV1LI/AAAAAAAABWk/zW_xvujN1Ew/s320/Dang+son..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already can&lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it was possible to be literally balling your eyes out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grabbing the toilet bowl, your body curled around it,&lt;br /&gt;and actually make it out of the toilet alive after a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a scene plucked out from a romantic movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cause when you're sixteen, and somebody tells you they love you,&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? Something's definitely wrong. I just quoted &lt;s&gt;Taylor Swift.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/27629192-7221574116726766363?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7221574116726766363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7221574116726766363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7221574116726766363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7221574116726766363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-already-can-not-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/Se25i1pV1LI/AAAAAAAABWk/zW_xvujN1Ew/s72-c/Dang+son..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-1854112559387601409</id><published>2009-04-13T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:32:55.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;She's so broken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so selfish.&lt;br /&gt;She needs help.&lt;br /&gt;I ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;She cries.&lt;br /&gt;I lose my temper.&lt;br /&gt;She hides.&lt;br /&gt;I scream at her on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;She's so broken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Then it starts to rain, my &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;defenses&lt;/em&gt; hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;And they shatter all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; so open and exposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;found strength&lt;/strong&gt; in the struggle&lt;br /&gt;Face to face with my trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; in a million little pieces&lt;br /&gt;And you're trying but you can't hold on anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't you stop believing in yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl don't be so blue&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're going through&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it beat you up&lt;br /&gt;Hitting walls and &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting scars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Only makes you who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only makes you who you are&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is beauty in the breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Better days are gonna find you once again&lt;br /&gt;Every piece will find its place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-1854112559387601409?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1854112559387601409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=1854112559387601409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1854112559387601409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1854112559387601409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-so-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7161430293699410390</id><published>2009-04-12T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:32:25.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because he plays like an angel, smiles like an angel; makes me feel like I'm in heaven, doesn't mean that I'm falling in love right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Copyright much?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I seriously cannot wait for the damn series to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeGK3vPcktI/AAAAAAAABWc/ddNO0V0QA44/s1600-h/smiles..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323688924707328722" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeGK3vPcktI/AAAAAAAABWc/ddNO0V0QA44/s320/smiles..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is plain golden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, Sacha can't stop smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7161430293699410390?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7161430293699410390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7161430293699410390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7161430293699410390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7161430293699410390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because-he-plays-like-angel-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeGK3vPcktI/AAAAAAAABWc/ddNO0V0QA44/s72-c/smiles..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4243135333636058248</id><published>2009-04-11T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:23:45.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeBvHA6FTvI/AAAAAAAABWU/gMreU_ydbP4/s1600-h/DSC09821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376925845311218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeBvHA6FTvI/AAAAAAAABWU/gMreU_ydbP4/s320/DSC09821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeBvG7RgB4I/AAAAAAAABWM/ecQeIcWpiQ0/s1600-h/2854_1127704025224_1005889528_30393444_1933521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323376924332918658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeBvG7RgB4I/AAAAAAAABWM/ecQeIcWpiQ0/s320/2854_1127704025224_1005889528_30393444_1933521_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here, taking every breath of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is my new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I love love love it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been eating a lot of grapes lately.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to do shopping super badly.&lt;br /&gt;I borrow clothes from my mother and sister too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to church for Easter Vigil, with my mother's shirt from Threadless :D&lt;br /&gt;See, told you I need to do shopping (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish there was a way to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to tell you that it's only you that makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SeBvHA6FTvI/AAAAAAAABWU/gMreU_ydbP4/s72-c/DSC09821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-7462550029400070942</id><published>2009-04-09T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:38:49.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know whether to be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy because maybe it's been too long since I've felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;And sad because it's yet another reason to get me hurt all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe I might be looking things over way too much.&lt;br /&gt;But I can&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archuleta yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot get the stupid image of his eyes out of his head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7462550029400070942?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7462550029400070942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7462550029400070942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7462550029400070942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7462550029400070942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know-whether-to-be-happy-or-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-4969208721773543585</id><published>2009-04-05T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:29:49.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all crumbling, crumbling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's the same, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And you don't even know that you're killing me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Promises.&lt;br /&gt;All of these promises you made are now broken.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lies, they just spill out of your lips.&lt;br /&gt;You're stepping on me, breaking me intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises are not meant to be broken. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fake identity.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4969208721773543585?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4969208721773543585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4969208721773543585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4969208721773543585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4969208721773543585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-crumbling-crumbling-to-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-811299822217283989</id><published>2009-04-02T00:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:58:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JONAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JONAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JONAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JONAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JONAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUourDZCI/AAAAAAAABWE/Au1ammmoAJI/s1600-h/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319759012298974242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUourDZCI/AAAAAAAABWE/Au1ammmoAJI/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Inserts Nick's face inside of the heart shape*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUoXQjVyI/AAAAAAAABV8/qt5o8qBRncY/s1600-h/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319759006013806370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUoXQjVyI/AAAAAAAABV8/qt5o8qBRncY/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid expensive glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUobehNuI/AAAAAAAABV0/tIQ8evM1Yyc/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319759007146129122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUobehNuI/AAAAAAAABV0/tIQ8evM1Yyc/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, so what is people were staring at us because of our flashes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUoOneuqI/AAAAAAAABVs/iDAYnm812Eo/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319759003694054050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUoOneuqI/AAAAAAAABVs/iDAYnm812Eo/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think the American Rayban 3D glasses are waaaaay cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUn_UbnoI/AAAAAAAABVk/3Btgo3B92n4/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319758999587626626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUn_UbnoI/AAAAAAAABVk/3Btgo3B92n4/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no clue how big this is, oh and how long I was staring at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooled, April fooled like every teacher which was exceptionally funny as the pranks didn't go sooooo far ahead as carrying the teacher's car to some other place like some people I would know. But it was still enough to have a jolly good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PFT, ignored my annoying bad results of my bad health and fitness, and ran 2.4 with Audrey. Then off to the showers we went, exploded Ameera's phone with music and bathed our digusting stinky selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumped as ever, we finally went to grab those freaking seventy bucks worth of plastic (also known as the 3D glasses) and sat down ever so over-excitedly. Yupp, and so the screaming started, even though the instructions of what to do during the 3D movie began. I have no idea how it even related to Jonas, but people just started screaming their heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went the lights, and on came Mr Big -ever so cool- Rob. I swear, I've never seen those three boys up so close before. I was screaming my lungs off, along with everyone else. And for some reason, I think my reaction to Nick's voice is super fast. I'm immuned to his voice :D Haha, my scream always seems faster than everyone else's when he's on. Haha, it's rather funny cause even before he appears on the screen, I scream then when everyone finally realises that he's on, they scream and I stop. HAHAHA. Losers, pfft, shouldn't they have like a feeling that Nick's coming on? PFFFFFT. Call yourselves fans. HAHAHAHA! Omg, okay, I think the &lt;strong&gt;aftershock&lt;/strong&gt; (Ya ya, you don't get my joke of the aftershock. Go and watch the darn movie, and you might just actually laugh at the damn joke. *shakes table*) is finally getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made two new friends, with awesome accents. Aussie accents mind you. Haha, and I'm so mean not to remember their names. And I always thought my memory was awesome -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, my voice was hoarse and out we went, after getting our glasses taken back :( We exited and everyone was just trying to find the Jonas poster in the midst of every other 'coming soon' movie. It was right at the end, and it felt like a freaking meet and greet just to take a picture with the poster. Talked more with those two girls, and met my soulmate :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Jonas fans sang Burning Up and Tonight along with the music blasting through the speakers of Cathay Cineplax. I think we irritated the living daylights out of everyone who was trying to have a &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt; romantic movie moment. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, there went my day, probably the best experience, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;And I still wonder how a concert would feel like.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&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 style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that Nick should have fully taken off his pants before the shirtless scene ended. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;I bet that you didn't know that I was such a perv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-811299822217283989?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/811299822217283989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=811299822217283989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/811299822217283989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/811299822217283989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/04/inserts-nicks-face-inside-of-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdOUourDZCI/AAAAAAAABWE/Au1ammmoAJI/s72-c/DSC_0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2785682157781370780</id><published>2009-03-31T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:28:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone needs to grab a gun, pull the trigger and just kill me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just do it&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;because I promise you that I &lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt; scream.&lt;br /&gt;I'd bite my lip, shut myself up, and allow my heart to stop beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, it'd all go away.&lt;br /&gt;All of the bullshit, it'd fade into dust, into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I'm gone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hah, and you thought I wasn't hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2785682157781370780?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2785682157781370780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2785682157781370780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2785682157781370780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2785682157781370780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-needs-to-grab-gun-pull-trigger.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-4100795421626198406</id><published>2009-03-30T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:40:36.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdDhW0w5qVI/AAAAAAAABVU/uP9-1ndrDAA/s1600-h/Slimeddddd..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998942161676626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdDhW0w5qVI/AAAAAAAABVU/uP9-1ndrDAA/s320/Slimeddddd..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finally finally. That right there, is what you call; Mission Accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdDhXHyPvsI/AAAAAAAABVc/6HqcnprtM_Y/s1600-h/Joeeee..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318998947267591874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdDhXHyPvsI/AAAAAAAABVc/6HqcnprtM_Y/s320/Joeeee..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about time Joseph, I absolutely&lt;em&gt; adore&lt;/em&gt; you hair. Now, if only the sides would go, then the Joehawk would come back to life. Hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend needs me. It'll be alright, Audrey. I know it. Just don't worry and cheer up kid. I want to see that metal smile back on your face. Because it's only you that can really make me forget about my worries. But how can I be happy, if you're not? I can&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;promise you that your ipod would appear back into your hands, but I can promise that I'll always here. Well, if it helps, you know what to expect for your birthday present now. Hehh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amerie Cher, three more days. I bet you can't wait. But it's worth the wait, you know it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah suckers, I influenced a guy into liking the Jonas'. I feel so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is it even possible for a person to pick pocket in a matter of seconds, and not have the victim realise it? I hate evil people, they need to pay the mental hospital a visit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4100795421626198406?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4100795421626198406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4100795421626198406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4100795421626198406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4100795421626198406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-finally-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SdDhW0w5qVI/AAAAAAAABVU/uP9-1ndrDAA/s72-c/Slimeddddd..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-237498892984743308</id><published>2009-03-29T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:32:03.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April first, here I come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-237498892984743308?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/237498892984743308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=237498892984743308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/237498892984743308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/237498892984743308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-first-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-6771839233967946214</id><published>2009-03-22T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:01:39.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I glanced upon the ground today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I noticed something, it followed me along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A figure of grey, impersonating every move I make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For now, we'll call it my shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And it said, will you replace it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So you'll be with me everywhere I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been like, more than one week since those three idiots promised the dates. But no, they decided to postpone them. They're taking too long, and it's driving the sanity out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jdsbahlfuseba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I need to do some shopping. At least for like, one dress or something. I feel like getting vibrant coloured clothes for some reason. Like purple zebra patterned stockings :D Even the sound of it makes me smile. Hehhh. Nerdddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love your smile. It melts me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy cheesy like melted cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, a sucker for cheesy boys.&lt;br /&gt;And nerds. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Nicholas loveeeee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6771839233967946214?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6771839233967946214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6771839233967946214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6771839233967946214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6771839233967946214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-glanced-upon-ground-today-i-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7043746342088814644</id><published>2009-03-19T19:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:13:40.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScJEMGKH_qI/AAAAAAAABVM/iqm3z36pvog/s1600-h/IMG_9427.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314885484852805282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScJEMGKH_qI/AAAAAAAABVM/iqm3z36pvog/s320/IMG_9427.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScJELxeA6lI/AAAAAAAABVE/z7b306LD7uo/s1600-h/IMG_9417.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314885479299082834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScJELxeA6lI/AAAAAAAABVE/z7b306LD7uo/s320/IMG_9417.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItXClVZWI/AAAAAAAABU0/-ucrhMyg9Vc/s1600-h/IMG_9387.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314860384104310114" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItXClVZWI/AAAAAAAABU0/-ucrhMyg9Vc/s320/IMG_9387.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItVl7iXeI/AAAAAAAABUs/8AeUq8kj6G8/s1600-h/IMG_9293.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314860359232937442" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItVl7iXeI/AAAAAAAABUs/8AeUq8kj6G8/s320/IMG_9293.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItXNTo-RI/AAAAAAAABU8/aX80QYke4WE/s1600-h/IMG_9403.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314860386982885650" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItXNTo-RI/AAAAAAAABU8/aX80QYke4WE/s320/IMG_9403.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItUwMtCAI/AAAAAAAABUk/in0z5Rbti_4/s1600-h/IMG_9178.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314860344809424898" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScItUwMtCAI/AAAAAAAABUk/in0z5Rbti_4/s320/IMG_9178.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography obsessed lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, it's always cameras help you engrave the moment into a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Punggol Park with Audrey yesterday. She and the camera were completely inseparable. Talk about being a major stalker. She was taking my every move, and I'm not even kidding. She still can barge into my room at like one plus, &lt;em&gt;while I'm still sleeping&lt;/em&gt;, and scream at me to wake up. Pfft, bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to go away. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/27629192-7043746342088814644?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7043746342088814644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7043746342088814644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7043746342088814644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7043746342088814644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/photography-obsessed-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/ScJEMGKH_qI/AAAAAAAABVM/iqm3z36pvog/s72-c/IMG_9427.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2965208610958296387</id><published>2009-03-16T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:50:48.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm so scared of growing up, I'm only good at being young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;S.A.L.T retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was awesome. Nana and I slept together on the same bed, and she kept pulling me back onto the bed cause I kept falling off of it. It was hysterical. And the blindfolded musical chairs. Beatrice and I fighting over the chair, complete ponage. I'm glad that I decided to go, even though I had my doubts in the beginning of the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vQ-2D-OI/AAAAAAAABUc/qriwJs8RV8E/s1600-h/DSC09525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455104161216738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vQ-2D-OI/AAAAAAAABUc/qriwJs8RV8E/s320/DSC09525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we do during sessions which hurt our butts for sitting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vPf0J-EI/AAAAAAAABUM/RW_bgmxIXQ4/s1600-h/DSC09515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455078651852866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vPf0J-EI/AAAAAAAABUM/RW_bgmxIXQ4/s320/DSC09515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We squeezed into one sleeping bag :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vQB7CaPI/AAAAAAAABUU/Kl-UeXQ6nws/s1600-h/DSC09519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313455087807523058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vQB7CaPI/AAAAAAAABUU/Kl-UeXQ6nws/s320/DSC09519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, we had a sink in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice and Henry have all of the photos. So yeah, I don't have them. But I'll upload them soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been happening lately. And I don't know what to do now. This is not suppose to happen; I did promise myself that I would never fall so hard &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; after all. But why is it then, that I can't help myself this time? It's like I'm trying too hard to run away from it, but in the end, it just comes back running back to me. It's like I'm just allowing myself to get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2965208610958296387?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2965208610958296387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2965208610958296387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2965208610958296387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2965208610958296387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-scared-of-growing-up-im-only-good.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sb0vQ-2D-OI/AAAAAAAABUc/qriwJs8RV8E/s72-c/DSC09525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3060429515407777125</id><published>2009-03-05T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:54:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Thank you everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kenneth Howard;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for counting down the minutes to my birthday. You were the first (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Godpa and Ninang;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much for your blessings. You both are honestly the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amerie;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much for claiming me as the awesomest sixteen year old. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nana;&lt;/span&gt; You're truly the best, love. Thanks for the multiple wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kenneth;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much for the birthday wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kim Nonis;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for wishing me! Gahhh, Jonas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Audrey;&lt;/span&gt; Bestfriend! So what if your the tenth, you were still there throughout my day, and I would want to thank you so much for it. You don't even know how much I love you. Virtual hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beatrice;&lt;/span&gt; You owe me a date! I miss you, like alot. Thank you so much for everything babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea;&lt;/span&gt; Womannnn. Your present is up on my wall. It's gorgeousssss, especially with Nicholas' face on it :D I miss you, like hell. I believe we have a lot of catching up to do. And thank you so much for making today so special. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ameera;&lt;/span&gt; Even if you didn't come to school, thank you so much for sms. I love you bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abraham;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much for the threatening birthday wish. It was such a, thriller. Haha, but thanks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heleyna;&lt;/span&gt; I loved your sms, thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dianah;&lt;/span&gt; My sexy stripper friend, thank you so much for the wonderful chocolate! I loveeeeee it. I'll hug it to sleep tonight :D Oh, and don't come to school with a slang tomorrow please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Four/eight;&lt;/span&gt; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY SONG. Wow, guys, you are super bonded, and I'm ever so jealous. Even though it was rather embarrassing, especially during HHF, I appreciate it, alot. Thank you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Calyssa;&lt;/span&gt; Ex-partner, I believe you owe me big bucks! Haha, but thanks for the sms. The second person ayeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Benji;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much for the sms. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine;&lt;/span&gt; Thank youuu for the birthday wish, and the hug! And stop smoking at Plaza Sing. Pfft. I love you babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diane, Regina and Jananee;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for spending my afternoon with me. Gelare :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ate;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you for the call. You were the only one who called, believe it or not. And you owe me a MMS. I missss youuuuuuu, and your food (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Syazwan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for the disturbia on Facebook, and for the birthday wish. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Four/six;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you to each and everyone of you, for the multiple birthday wishes. I love youuuuu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Howard(again), Amerie(again), Liz and Caleb;&lt;/span&gt; OMG, I HONESTLY LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU GUYS. Thank you sooooooooo much for the surprise, although I kinda saw it coming with the help of Howard :D Haha, he made it too obvious. Lousy surprise keeper. Haha jokes. Thank you againnnnn. Gahhh, you guys just make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everyone who sang to me in the canteen during recess;&lt;/strong&gt; Probably one of the most embarrassing things today, but also the most memorable. Being extremely loud, probably the loudest I've heard, everywhere I turned, almost everyone at the canteen was singing. Thank you sooooooooooo much. And it's moments like these when I know that IJ girls are honestly and truly the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes? Yesssssssss! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And finally, to everyone who I've forgotten, I'm ever so sorry but I'm rushing :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just know that I truly adore everyone of you, because you're the best and know that you each have a place in heart. Thank you for making this special, and ever so unforgettable day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3060429515407777125?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3060429515407777125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3060429515407777125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3060429515407777125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3060429515407777125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-8234173761175795413</id><published>2009-02-28T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:27:59.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sai8QWbv0HI/AAAAAAAABUE/H-_cBs5zQiI/s1600-h/DSC01870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307699149942018162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sai8QWbv0HI/AAAAAAAABUE/H-_cBs5zQiI/s320/DSC01870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right people, this is all mineeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes yes, thank you Audrey so so so much. You're really honestly the bestest of the best. And I loved freaking out with you while I'm on the phone and everyone staring at me in the middle of Compass Point. Gahh, I cannot stop listening to this album. It's utterly addictive. Their voices sound so much more appealing live :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8234173761175795413?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8234173761175795413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8234173761175795413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8234173761175795413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8234173761175795413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-right-people-this-is-all-mineeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/Sai8QWbv0HI/AAAAAAAABUE/H-_cBs5zQiI/s72-c/DSC01870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-6263601874049943249</id><published>2009-02-22T01:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:09:20.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sQnbTyI/AAAAAAAABT8/Nz1BxY2xWSA/s1600-h/IMG_8678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303793579806498" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sQnbTyI/AAAAAAAABT8/Nz1BxY2xWSA/s320/IMG_8678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sYX2vmI/AAAAAAAABT0/VBwZjiPZjE4/s1600-h/IMG_8671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303795661979234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sYX2vmI/AAAAAAAABT0/VBwZjiPZjE4/s320/IMG_8671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we can't last a day with our normal Jonas talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sFlPS-I/AAAAAAAABTs/qxz45ZAlCOI/s1600-h/IMG_8670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303790617840610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sFlPS-I/AAAAAAAABTs/qxz45ZAlCOI/s320/IMG_8670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5r96eJSI/AAAAAAAABTk/TBpl5KHc_ds/s1600-h/IMG_8669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303788559410466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5r96eJSI/AAAAAAAABTk/TBpl5KHc_ds/s320/IMG_8669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Welcome to the real world,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5rjeZtmI/AAAAAAAABTc/u8nqkuP1Vnk/s1600-h/IMG_8668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305303781462357602" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5rjeZtmI/AAAAAAAABTc/u8nqkuP1Vnk/s320/IMG_8668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me, condescendingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3fDxdZ5I/AAAAAAAABTU/oUXp4Y3ctf4/s1600-h/DSCF0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301367770670994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3fDxdZ5I/AAAAAAAABTU/oUXp4Y3ctf4/s320/DSCF0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know you have an obsession when; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3ewoW4bI/AAAAAAAABTM/wmv2fn7I4Jk/s1600-h/DSCF0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301362632221106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3ewoW4bI/AAAAAAAABTM/wmv2fn7I4Jk/s320/DSCF0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much our failed attempt at &lt;em&gt;acting&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3eVgQViI/AAAAAAAABTE/mjwCQwz7Uhk/s1600-h/DSCF0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301355350480418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3eVgQViI/AAAAAAAABTE/mjwCQwz7Uhk/s320/DSCF0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to fall for geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3eHc0OBI/AAAAAAAABS8/kkYIsH6zijg/s1600-h/DSCF0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301351577958418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3eHc0OBI/AAAAAAAABS8/kkYIsH6zijg/s320/DSCF0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que soy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3eMYTFlI/AAAAAAAABS0/yBUKnunzk8k/s1600-h/DSCF0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301352901187154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA3eMYTFlI/AAAAAAAABS0/yBUKnunzk8k/s320/DSCF0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under every spastic head circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art art art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I seem to be doing nowadays. It's annoying. I mean, art is fun and all, but honestly? Thirty sketches in a matter of four days? My hand might as well fall out already. My life has been pretty suckish lately. School really knows how to send someone to the ground and crush them into countless pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did today was play my guitar for six hours straight. A lazy Saturday afternoon with my Gibson; completely priceless. Exactly what I needed, until tomorrow when I have yet to do art again. One day, you'll see me on the newspaper for stealing one of John Mayer's guitars. It'll be worth it don't you think? :DDD&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home alone on a Friday&lt;br /&gt;Flat on the floor looking back&lt;br /&gt;On old love&lt;br /&gt;Or lack thereof&lt;br /&gt;After all the crushes are faded&lt;br /&gt;And all my wishful thinking was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm jaded&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;Get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching all my days just to find you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;I'll know it&lt;br /&gt;When I see you&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Staying up all night just to write&lt;br /&gt;A love song for no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;So tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and get here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have met you in a sandbox&lt;br /&gt;I could have passed you on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Could I have missed my chance&lt;br /&gt;And watched you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6263601874049943249?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6263601874049943249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6263601874049943249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6263601874049943249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6263601874049943249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-much-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SaA5sQnbTyI/AAAAAAAABT8/Nz1BxY2xWSA/s72-c/IMG_8678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5054560635171522391</id><published>2009-02-14T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:36:52.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGBHttWxI/AAAAAAAABSk/t8K7Om-Dr2g/s1600-h/DSCF0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643333828270866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGBHttWxI/AAAAAAAABSk/t8K7Om-Dr2g/s320/DSCF0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even drains amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGA96S2kI/AAAAAAAABSc/Rfyl4YrRXGs/s1600-h/DSCF0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643331196705346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGA96S2kI/AAAAAAAABSc/Rfyl4YrRXGs/s320/DSCF0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 11PM and we were cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGA9vsmUI/AAAAAAAABSU/dc-EAwosGwE/s1600-h/DSC03707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643331152255298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGA9vsmUI/AAAAAAAABSU/dc-EAwosGwE/s320/DSC03707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my camera missed out some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGAojHQoI/AAAAAAAABSM/INUvt48c5tk/s1600-h/DSC03706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643325462332034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGAojHQoI/AAAAAAAABSM/INUvt48c5tk/s320/DSC03706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look as thought I'm wearing make-up, to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGBmnDdBI/AAAAAAAABSs/gO7C_9uZ0cQ/s1600-h/DSCF0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302643342121858066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGBmnDdBI/AAAAAAAABSs/gO7C_9uZ0cQ/s320/DSCF0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBSCENE! Hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like I'm kissing her cheek, and is that a love bite on my neck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn mosquitoes and their sense of directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFHMNlf3I/AAAAAAAABSE/BK9rpkZzuQ0/s1600-h/DSC03705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302642338603302770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFHMNlf3I/AAAAAAAABSE/BK9rpkZzuQ0/s320/DSC03705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our failed attempt of being under covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFHD1aUFI/AAAAAAAABR8/rNJL0I9Xg0U/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302642336354422866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFHD1aUFI/AAAAAAAABR8/rNJL0I9Xg0U/s320/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-excited is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFG8WqAmI/AAAAAAAABR0/U5hWbXcvgak/s1600-h/DSC03696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302642334346379874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFG8WqAmI/AAAAAAAABR0/U5hWbXcvgak/s320/DSC03696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie The Pooh playing peek-a-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFGqiFPtI/AAAAAAAABRs/cToC7A47ce8/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302642329562463954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFGqiFPtI/AAAAAAAABRs/cToC7A47ce8/s320/DSC03694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when people sleep, we cam-whore to irritate them with our flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFGW25kbI/AAAAAAAABRk/PNHGWK3_Ozc/s1600-h/DSC03690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302642324281070002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbFGW25kbI/AAAAAAAABRk/PNHGWK3_Ozc/s320/DSC03690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Chong's fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbESrj5FnI/AAAAAAAABRY/fz8lXZ2s8so/s1600-h/DSC03581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641436485293682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbESrj5FnI/AAAAAAAABRY/fz8lXZ2s8so/s320/DSC03581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking sexy stripper friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbESXYkyBI/AAAAAAAABRM/IFV7Rn-91ik/s1600-h/DSC03585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641431069116434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbESXYkyBI/AAAAAAAABRM/IFV7Rn-91ik/s320/DSC03585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah's all mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbESA6lmqI/AAAAAAAABRA/dyjsInkmAYI/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641425037761186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbESA6lmqI/AAAAAAAABRA/dyjsInkmAYI/s320/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina and her explanation of roots growing out her hands. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbERn4tX7I/AAAAAAAABQ0/vFdmZautrEo/s1600-h/DSC02643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641418318995378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbERn4tX7I/AAAAAAAABQ0/vFdmZautrEo/s320/DSC02643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we tell each other secrets, during breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbERehlSpI/AAAAAAAABQs/WYesn_-8gTA/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302641415806077586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbERehlSpI/AAAAAAAABQs/WYesn_-8gTA/s320/DSC02409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Kathlyn Jana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDZe0k0RI/AAAAAAAABQk/GWTsKxoeVb8/s1600-h/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640453813063954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDZe0k0RI/AAAAAAAABQk/GWTsKxoeVb8/s320/DSC02596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the distortion of her face? She was pretty much dying internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDZORR_KI/AAAAAAAABQc/tZNUC2Ylils/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640449370061986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDZORR_KI/AAAAAAAABQc/tZNUC2Ylils/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDY3tUgDI/AAAAAAAABQU/gbLWvgGqCfk/s1600-h/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640443313651762" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDY3tUgDI/AAAAAAAABQU/gbLWvgGqCfk/s320/DSC02505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Line Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDYkTp_wI/AAAAAAAABQM/PdAiGmD7MsU/s1600-h/DSC02456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640438105734914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDYkTp_wI/AAAAAAAABQM/PdAiGmD7MsU/s320/DSC02456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbance is not cool. Privacy is what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDYS2noHI/AAAAAAAABQE/OPDMcWG2eY8/s1600-h/DSC02493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302640433420542066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbDYS2noHI/AAAAAAAABQE/OPDMcWG2eY8/s320/DSC02493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong and her awkwardly weird faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;SELF-AWARENESS CAMP BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today's simply the day you celebrate the joy of your single pringle souls :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;John Mayer and Brad Paisley is what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Nicholas. Gahh, announced Sexiest Single Man Alive by People's Magazine. Fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four years, and I'm still hopeless.&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/27629192-5054560635171522391?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5054560635171522391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5054560635171522391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5054560635171522391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5054560635171522391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-even-drains-amuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZbGBHttWxI/AAAAAAAABSk/t8K7Om-Dr2g/s72-c/DSCF0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-1087912889101242</id><published>2009-02-09T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:26:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmW7Mgo-I/AAAAAAAABP8/NIjpZT4MLh0/s1600-h/burning+up..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300778936704213986" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmW7Mgo-I/AAAAAAAABP8/NIjpZT4MLh0/s320/burning+up..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; has to be the outstanding one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmW1Abn_I/AAAAAAAABP0/JebFYkjSsmM/s1600-h/so..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300778935042940914" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmW1Abn_I/AAAAAAAABP0/JebFYkjSsmM/s320/so..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest he uses black more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmWi3oLeI/AAAAAAAABPs/VGz-2Gkju8U/s1600-h/best+thing,+ever..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300778930174176738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmWi3oLeI/AAAAAAAABPs/VGz-2Gkju8U/s320/best+thing,+ever..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Stevie Wonder and the Jonas Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out fucking Boy tomorrow baby! Cannot wait. Grammy's made me smile. Jonas and Stevie has got to be the best collaboration, ever. Nicholas was super hyper. I think he probably had like ten Redbulls before he went on stage. Either that, or he forgot to check his sugar level. And A Gibson Les Paul Nicholas, honestly? Since when? No use in trying to impress Stevie, your idol dude. He can't see you if you didn't already know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been officially swooned over by My John Mayer and his absolute perfect guitar skills. He won a Grammy for Best Male Pop Vocal. Yes, was literally screaming my house down. Taylor and Miley's performance wasn't all that bad. But Miley so poned Taylor with her full house power voice. &lt;strong&gt;REJECTS&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha, pfft, since when am I so mean to Miley? I love her to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy, i shall upload pictures soon. Cause apparently, my computer went for fixing today. I will get it back sooooooon. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yes, four years doesn't seem to be enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27629192-1087912889101242?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1087912889101242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=1087912889101242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1087912889101242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1087912889101242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/joe-always-has-to-be-outstanding-one-d.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SZAmW7Mgo-I/AAAAAAAABP8/NIjpZT4MLh0/s72-c/burning+up..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-291099954309557817</id><published>2009-02-04T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:24:20.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYnA7arUa1I/AAAAAAAABPc/U-Ubw_q1y_s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298978563583929170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYnA7arUa1I/AAAAAAAABPc/U-Ubw_q1y_s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYnA7sMp0DI/AAAAAAAABPk/BbpcBgLt16k/s1600-h/normal_prom14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298978568287146034" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYnA7sMp0DI/AAAAAAAABPk/BbpcBgLt16k/s320/normal_prom14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not tranforming anymore, not at all. Because you have become one of them already. Ignoring, no greetings and bitter pride. Honestly, I don't know you anymore. I don't &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to know you anymore. Cause I've said it once, and I'll say it again, you're one of &lt;em&gt;them &lt;/em&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey didn't come to school today. Neither did I, mentally. I was so emo, possibly the having the worst mornings, ever. I was writing all over my hand. I tend to do that a lot when I have a lot on my mind and have no one to talk to. And the fact that I was having a damn bad headache wasn't helping the situation at all. Anyways, enough of emo talk. Shakespeare doesn't like it. (Yes, Amerie? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy in six days, Jonas's 3D movie in exactly two months, Demi's deluxe album in one month and twenty-seven days, Grammy Awards in four days and one more month till the day I dread oh so much. My eyes are just dying to close right now. I'm in love with Miley's new songs. And I realised that I change topic super fast. I feel like eating apples with peanut butter right now. Yummy yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer has been sent for fixing, finally. And I really need to finish my art soon, I don't have much time left. High School Musical cheers me up :D Oh, the zanessa obsessed days. The day I found out about them, how my best friends made a poster of them for me. I still have it, along with my other ten million posters which have been forbidden to be put on my walls, simply because my mother doesn't allow me. "Oh, you'll be sharing your room with your sister soon. So you have to be considerate. And besides, it's freshly newly painted walls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerate? More like she should stop using half of my Paris Hilton perfume in one day. And besides, it's Zanessa and the fucking Jonas Brothers we're talking about. Who was to prohibit me from putting pictures of them up on &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I've definitely lost all of my best friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don't know how, but I want them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Because it's the 'friends &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;forever'&lt;/span&gt; that's bugging me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/27629192-291099954309557817?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/291099954309557817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=291099954309557817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/291099954309557817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/291099954309557817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-tranforming-anymore-not-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYnA7arUa1I/AAAAAAAABPc/U-Ubw_q1y_s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5396071418016820087</id><published>2009-02-02T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:56:27.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Immature people belong with immature people.&lt;br /&gt;Death stare, honestly? Hah, and I thought I was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been looking at photos of Converses lately, and I'm so addicted to the limited edition ones. I want a damn fucking hot Converse. Please? And I forgot to mention yesterday that I finally got my Brad Paisley album. Let's all sing Playhouse Disney songs around the lamp shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for Fall Out Boy's concert next weeeeek, it'd be awesome. School tomorrow, so that sucks. This year seems super slack, considering that it's N levels. But whatever, maybe it's just a little too early in the year. Just hopefully, it would be better by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Nicholas' voice is alluring me.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEE suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs away to listen to Mr Nicholas Jerry Jonas*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5396071418016820087?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5396071418016820087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5396071418016820087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5396071418016820087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5396071418016820087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/immature-people-belong-with-immature.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7175066442840787371</id><published>2009-02-01T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:59:48.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMpaxXK3WpM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJr5wDKiReI&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yL-M95J-dzQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;333.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahah I think I'm a bit high right now. Probably on Jonas overdosage. Oh wells, I'm loving it. Oh, and one more thing I need to add, my computer crashed on me today. PERFECT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7175066442840787371?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7175066442840787371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7175066442840787371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7175066442840787371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7175066442840787371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/02/nicholas-333.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-3289572459995791437</id><published>2009-01-31T22:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:52:58.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYRh-YdDEpI/AAAAAAAABPU/TkXETI8GDQk/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466786038616722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYRh-YdDEpI/AAAAAAAABPU/TkXETI8GDQk/s320/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYRhEuAFPAI/AAAAAAAABPM/eohP0-Tc4sg/s1600-h/lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my 'To Write Love On Her Arms' shirts today.&lt;br /&gt;I started screaming, and my mother was refusing to give it to me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Today passed so fast. Woke up, did photoshopping, drew like two portraits and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;My colour pencils are going really fast. And so is my blending pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor swift is going to &lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt; with a pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; happppppy :D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Sunday, I cannot wait to see my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with Brad Paisley, and Joe's jaw line (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, it's so funny how she posts everyday, thinking her life is all that when it's not. She is such a loser, unlike me. Whoooooo, I'm a bit the high right now. But she is probably cutting her wrists, wearing a 'Funeral For A Friend' shirt and drawing way too thick eye liner on her eyes, totally not cool. Unlike me. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. Radio Disney is playing an old school song now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up - Hilary Duff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A baby's born in the middle of the night in a local delivery room&lt;br /&gt;They grab his feet, smack him till he cries, he goes home the next afternoon&lt;br /&gt;'Fore you know it he's off to school and then he graduates in May&lt;br /&gt;Goes out and gets a Ph.D. and then cures all sorts of things&lt;br /&gt;Wins a Nobel Prize and saves a million different lives&lt;br /&gt;The world's a better place for all he's done&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when you think about &lt;strong&gt;the reason he's alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all because two people fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now at a picnic shelter down by Caney Creek&lt;br /&gt;You'll find potato salad, hot dogs and baked beans&lt;br /&gt;The whole Wilson family's lined up fillin' their paper plates&lt;br /&gt;They've drove or flown in here from fifteen different states&lt;br /&gt;Well Stanley Wilson says that sixty years ago he knew&lt;br /&gt;That Miss Emma Tucker was the one&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;five generations get together every June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All because two people fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothin' not affected&lt;br /&gt;When two hearts get connected&lt;br /&gt;All that is, will be, or ever was&lt;br /&gt;Every single choice we make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every breath we get to take&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is all because two people fell in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I recall a young man who was driftin' aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;And a young waitress who seemed lonesome as could be&lt;br /&gt;But in a little cafe right off of fourteenth avenue&lt;br /&gt;With a whole lotta help from up above&lt;br /&gt;We met and &lt;strong&gt;things sure turned around for me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all because two people fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there ain't nothin' not affected&lt;br /&gt;When two hearts get connected&lt;br /&gt;All that is, will be, or ever was&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad your dad could not resist&lt;br /&gt;Your mama's charms and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All because two people fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, to me it's all so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every one of us is here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All because two people fell in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A baby's born in the middle of the night in a local delivery room&lt;br /&gt;They grab his feet, smack him till he cries he goes home the next afternoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3289572459995791437?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3289572459995791437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3289572459995791437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3289572459995791437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3289572459995791437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-my-to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYRh-YdDEpI/AAAAAAAABPU/TkXETI8GDQk/s72-c/DSC01752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3532644101477691666</id><published>2009-01-29T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:35:26.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYGorY9eo_I/AAAAAAAABPE/YdPSgDV3YGU/s1600-h/All+I+can+see+is+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296700100152566770" style="WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYGorY9eo_I/AAAAAAAABPE/YdPSgDV3YGU/s320/All+I+can+see+is+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause his smile makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been only one month into school, and I'm already dying for it to end. I just want to stay home to play my guitar and draw random stuff all over my sketchbook. My temper seems to be getting the best of me these last few days. I have no idea why. I feel like hulk, so temperimental (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's a good thing of course. I feel like listening to Radio Disney now, and singing along with the nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; was 12 when daddy said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't take to drinking&lt;/strong&gt; boy, that road don't lead no where&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;don't you ever let me hear you swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;He told me that&lt;strong&gt; stealing's a lazy man's way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for nothing leaves you hell to pay so don't buy it&lt;br /&gt;and then you can look the whole world in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Honey I've tried&lt;br /&gt;But since I met you girl, I've been breaking every rule&lt;br /&gt;I must confess I'm just a back sliding fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to drink&lt;/strong&gt; from your loving cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swear&lt;/strong&gt; I'll never give you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steal&lt;/strong&gt; all your kisses underneath the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna lie&lt;/strong&gt; here close to you&lt;br /&gt;look at what you made me do&lt;br /&gt;Darling you're the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I drink, swear, steal and lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I threw away the 12 step book&lt;br /&gt;I finally faced the fact that I am hooked on you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more that I can do&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no use&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I see your angel face&lt;br /&gt;My halo disappears without a trace I swear&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'd admit I haven't got a prayer&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I know this ain't exactly how I was raised&lt;br /&gt;But heaven help me&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I ain't changing my ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to drink from your loving cup&lt;br /&gt;Swear I'll never give you up&lt;br /&gt;Steal all your kisses underneath the moon&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lie here close to you&lt;br /&gt;look at what you made me do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling you're the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I drink, swear, steal and lie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3532644101477691666?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3532644101477691666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3532644101477691666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3532644101477691666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3532644101477691666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-his-smile-makes-me-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SYGorY9eo_I/AAAAAAAABPE/YdPSgDV3YGU/s72-c/All+I+can+see+is+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3876559122905575462</id><published>2009-01-24T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:14:10.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been reading too much.&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming too much.&lt;br /&gt;I've been expecting too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider stopping though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what it's all about right?&lt;br /&gt;See, then why should I stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3876559122905575462?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3876559122905575462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3876559122905575462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3876559122905575462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3876559122905575462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-reading-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-3639544260169191508</id><published>2009-01-19T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:55:28.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRL1YaDZI/AAAAAAAABNQ/P2cafjvqyOw/s1600-h/Like+dice..gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293015094561213842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRL1YaDZI/AAAAAAAABNQ/P2cafjvqyOw/s320/Like+dice..gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at three in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRLiAqwsI/AAAAAAAABNI/J092pm2TV44/s1600-h/Holy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293015089361371842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRLiAqwsI/AAAAAAAABNI/J092pm2TV44/s320/Holy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for these three little gorgeous bums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRLuJpy8I/AAAAAAAABNA/UtixHBu5TLw/s1600-h/Cause+this+makes+me+smile..png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293015092620282818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRLuJpy8I/AAAAAAAABNA/UtixHBu5TLw/s320/Cause+this+makes+me+smile..png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was officially the best day of 2009 so far. Live Chat baby. 5pm Eastern America, which was 6am over here. Slept at 12am, woke up at 3am then went on the chat. It was filled to the maximum. When they came on at 6am, there were over 100 000 people on the website. Insane Obsessive Jonas Disorder fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were thirty minutes late, mind you. The whole damn site kept freezing up due to overload of people. They sang like five songs. Please Be Mine, Hello Beautiful/Love Bug, Free Fallin' and some song with Honor's Society. It totally made my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was late to school. But honestly, who gives a damn? It's freaking Jonas we're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard&lt;br /&gt;That pretty mouth say that dirty word&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into&lt;br /&gt;But she covered her mouth and her face got red&lt;br /&gt;And she just looked so darn cute&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't even act like I was mad&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I live for little moments like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's just like last year on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;She lost all track of time and burnt the cake&lt;br /&gt;And every smoke detector in the house was goin' off&lt;br /&gt;And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And I tried not to let her see me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I live for little moments like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;And I thank god that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be&lt;br /&gt;It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans&lt;br /&gt;When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I live for little moments like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's layin' on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And about the time she falls asleep so does my right arm&lt;br /&gt;And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tinglin' and it's numb&lt;br /&gt;But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I live for little moments&lt;br /&gt;When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I live for little moments like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3639544260169191508?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3639544260169191508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3639544260169191508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3639544260169191508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3639544260169191508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-at-three-in-morning-for-these.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SXSRL1YaDZI/AAAAAAAABNQ/P2cafjvqyOw/s72-c/Like+dice..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-1787608331887840998</id><published>2009-01-15T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:36:44.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrgS1MGI/AAAAAAAABM4/JiBK7ldS5TM/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291536795517136994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrgS1MGI/AAAAAAAABM4/JiBK7ldS5TM/s320/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dreaming with a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrlmIwzI/AAAAAAAABMw/ibmBDRunPSM/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291536796940288818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrlmIwzI/AAAAAAAABMw/ibmBDRunPSM/s320/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waking up is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrT83qKI/AAAAAAAABMo/N0LOOR36AYY/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291536792203798690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrT83qKI/AAAAAAAABMo/N0LOOR36AYY/s320/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I'll fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrQY2C3I/AAAAAAAABMg/4N8I2ZMtb4g/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291536791247391602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrQY2C3I/AAAAAAAABMg/4N8I2ZMtb4g/s320/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with roses in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer. My new saviour. After NJJ of course. I simply cannot stop listening to his songs. Brad Paisley too. Their songs are so addictive. Live Chat on Sunday/Monday. Now, that'd be something I'd be looking forward to during the weekend. Then again, the main room is full which leaves me and Auds very little chance of getting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall&lt;br /&gt;He sat down in his overalls and asked me&lt;br /&gt;''You waitin' on a woman?''&lt;br /&gt;I nodded yeah and said, ''How 'bout you?''&lt;br /&gt;He said, ''Son since nineteen fifty-two I've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Waitin' on a woman&lt;/span&gt;.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked her up for our first date&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'd be there at eight&lt;br /&gt;And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty&lt;br /&gt;She said, ''I'm sorry that I took so long&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like a thing that I tried on.''&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she'll take her time but I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' on a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, ''The wedding took a year to plan&lt;br /&gt;You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' on a woman.''&lt;br /&gt;And then he nudged my arm like old men do&lt;br /&gt;And said, ''I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' on a woman.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't guess we've been anywhere&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't made us late I swear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's just a fact of life&lt;br /&gt;It'll be the same with your young wife&lt;br /&gt;Might as well go on and get used to it&lt;br /&gt;She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' on a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've read somewhere statistics show&lt;br /&gt;The man's always the first to go&lt;br /&gt;And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready&lt;br /&gt;So when it finally comes my time&lt;br /&gt;And I get to the other side&lt;br /&gt;I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any&lt;br /&gt;I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Waitin' on a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-1787608331887840998?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1787608331887840998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=1787608331887840998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1787608331887840998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1787608331887840998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-dreaming-with-broken-heart-waking.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SW9QrgS1MGI/AAAAAAAABM4/JiBK7ldS5TM/s72-c/DSC01742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4621713452283157187</id><published>2009-01-13T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:57:18.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_k6hUbI/AAAAAAAABMQ/UZqSI8HpIJg/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791671471100338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_k6hUbI/AAAAAAAABMQ/UZqSI8HpIJg/s320/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_pvbOxI/AAAAAAAABMI/DP7Ekhpv8x4/s1600-h/DSC00467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791672766741266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_pvbOxI/AAAAAAAABMI/DP7Ekhpv8x4/s320/DSC00467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause best friends do the weirdest things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_fBihqI/AAAAAAAABMA/4lbYKjdQiYM/s1600-h/DSC00466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791669889926818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_fBihqI/AAAAAAAABMA/4lbYKjdQiYM/s320/DSC00466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the toilet for like more than fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_SUIWII/AAAAAAAABL4/EfwyhQLsgmQ/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290791666478241922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_SUIWII/AAAAAAAABL4/EfwyhQLsgmQ/s320/DSC01734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture cracks me up. Ameera looks like a model, I look like a complete retard as always and Audrey seems normal. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT. A. WHORE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/27629192-4621713452283157187?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4621713452283157187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4621713452283157187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4621713452283157187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4621713452283157187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWyq_k6hUbI/AAAAAAAABMQ/UZqSI8HpIJg/s72-c/DSC01735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-8127469097308279009</id><published>2009-01-10T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:33:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Radio Disney makes me happy, except for the annoying Taylor Swift songs they frequently play. I smile whenever like a total funny random song starts playing, like the Disney Ketchup Song. And Jonas' names are constantly mentioned, makes me ever so ecstatic. I'm such a Disney hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey totally ditched school today. Turns out that I've become a SYF reserve. No matter how much I want to get away from it, like not auditioning for it, SYF somehow finds its way around and crawls back to me. I think it's destined for Zaki to haunt me for the rest of my secondary school life. Not cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get my baby pink skinnies tomorrow. I cannot wait! Then I will be off for Kiran's 21st birthday. God, time flies so fast. I'm going to be 16 in a matter of 2 months, or less. I want unique Converses like Amerie Cher. How unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8127469097308279009?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8127469097308279009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8127469097308279009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8127469097308279009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8127469097308279009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/radio-disney-makes-me-happy-except-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-5172621754361030982</id><published>2009-01-07T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:55:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKpu3KzVI/AAAAAAAABLw/9JiNTzQI7SU/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222837021789522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKpu3KzVI/AAAAAAAABLw/9JiNTzQI7SU/s320/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the madness unleashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKpWUjnuI/AAAAAAAABLo/ME9SJ82jakk/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222830434164450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKpWUjnuI/AAAAAAAABLo/ME9SJ82jakk/s320/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKo0sATKI/AAAAAAAABLg/vYxk0s_yCSQ/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222821405707426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKo0sATKI/AAAAAAAABLg/vYxk0s_yCSQ/s320/DSC01697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKol6sGTI/AAAAAAAABLY/qOoHo11CE0M/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222817440766258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKol6sGTI/AAAAAAAABLY/qOoHo11CE0M/s320/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Audrey got caught up by something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKQfXiy9I/AAAAAAAABLQ/-fZZcA4m7FM/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222403365882834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKQfXiy9I/AAAAAAAABLQ/-fZZcA4m7FM/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no clue, at all, to what we are trying to convey in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKQGVMcII/AAAAAAAABLI/qMwOBEuHtQ4/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222396645142658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKQGVMcII/AAAAAAAABLI/qMwOBEuHtQ4/s320/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the closeness of bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKQHgOPSI/AAAAAAAABLA/eQ3FIkToaR8/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222396959833378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKQHgOPSI/AAAAAAAABLA/eQ3FIkToaR8/s320/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My effing cool Volcom bag plays peek-a-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKPWdnwtI/AAAAAAAABK4/28M3c-jEbHw/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222383795585746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKPWdnwtI/AAAAAAAABK4/28M3c-jEbHw/s320/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairbands have a purpose Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKPUOEcrI/AAAAAAAABKw/nOws0nqfT2o/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222383193486002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKPUOEcrI/AAAAAAAABKw/nOws0nqfT2o/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me jealous of not getting braces, damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how whenever that word pops up, it's always friends related. Books, studying, teachers; who the fuck goes to school that those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've been alone so many nights now&lt;br /&gt;And I've been waiting for the stars to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding out for what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, staring at the moon tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how you look in this light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're somewhere thinking about me, too&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine two worlds spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally meet I'll know it's right&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at the end of my restless road&lt;br /&gt;But this journey, it was worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be holding you for the very first time,&lt;br /&gt;Never letting go&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give to feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine two worlds spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're standing here in front of me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know that God does exist&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he will have answered every single prayer&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How cliche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5172621754361030982?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5172621754361030982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5172621754361030982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5172621754361030982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5172621754361030982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-madness-unleashes.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SWOKpu3KzVI/AAAAAAAABLw/9JiNTzQI7SU/s72-c/DSC01700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-338165639738002113</id><published>2009-01-04T04:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:55:50.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SV_M3C3vr_I/AAAAAAAABKo/e_1Fy6_Q9aw/s1600-h/Hey+lovely+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287169733591805938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SV_M3C3vr_I/AAAAAAAABKo/e_1Fy6_Q9aw/s320/Hey+lovely+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I'm such a sucker for eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Click on the photo &amp;amp; see what I'm talking about :D)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Audrey's back. So is school. Audrey came over today, having our usual mental conversations about how we would so cut Joseph's hair when we hug him, if we actually get to hug him that is. I'm back on track with my Jonas daily dosage. I'm back to photo editing and photo collecting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;This. Is. Awesome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm starting to hate this fear I have towards leeches, crickets and cockroaches. My mind has been playing numb games with me, stoping my heart for seconds. I'm starting to wonder what would happen if one is actually crawling on me. Someone would have to restart my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have nil to blog about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog is becoming so monotonous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;The topic Jonas keeps popping up, no one likes reading my posts anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/27629192-338165639738002113?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/338165639738002113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=338165639738002113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2599387955526466561</id><published>2009-01-01T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:27:01.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm falling, falling beneath all of this make believe.&lt;br /&gt;No one needs to know that it all isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;Because I would rather pretend,&lt;br /&gt;then having to come out from all of the slander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these finite thoughts, the superfluous judgement,&lt;br /&gt;they're all breaking through slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of them cracking through my thin walls.&lt;br /&gt;They sure know how to destroy a soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's screaming for an escape.&lt;br /&gt;It knows exactly what it wants, no inchoate fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;But my desire to fit in yells back,&lt;br /&gt;yet again knowing what it wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What about what I want?&lt;br /&gt;That's the truth, where it all begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2599387955526466561?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2599387955526466561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2599387955526466561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2599387955526466561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2599387955526466561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-falling-falling-beneath-all-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7969478215074555488</id><published>2009-01-01T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:07:37.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icfgYaaD6kA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icfgYaaD6kA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one fucking reason to hate them, cause I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Close your eyes and make believe&lt;br /&gt;This is where you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all the memories&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget love&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love's forgotten me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hey, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon you won't remember a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be as distant as the stars&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never been so used&lt;br /&gt;As I'm using you, abusing you&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so blue&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen right through&lt;br /&gt;I'm using you&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life inside a dream&lt;br /&gt;Time is changing everything&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all the memories&lt;br /&gt;And I'm forced into you&lt;br /&gt;Just 'cause you're into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hey, hey, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;You won't remember a thing&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;And no, I won't wait&lt;br /&gt;I was gone from the very first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry at all &lt;br /&gt;No, I won't be sorry at all&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so blue&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen right through&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;You've never been so used&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;br /&gt;As I'm using you&lt;br /&gt;My little decoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I want you.&lt;br /&gt;Here, with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7969478215074555488?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7969478215074555488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7969478215074555488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7969478215074555488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7969478215074555488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-give-me-one-fucking-reason-to-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-583404998890779813</id><published>2008-12-29T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:26:57.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Audrey Jana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were you online and you didn't tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, I have to, need to, talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, miss you like mad roosters running across Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Perth sounds super hot. Singapore's still normal.&lt;br /&gt;Not so hot, not so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see my fucking Gibson Les Paul baby?&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygahhh please, it's my new freaking baby.&lt;br /&gt;But I made exceptions for Nicholas of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want anything Hannah Montana from there luh.&lt;br /&gt;Just whatever, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;It's the thought that counts right right right?&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK TO SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you there were overload of hot guys there :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-583404998890779813?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/583404998890779813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=583404998890779813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/583404998890779813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/583404998890779813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-audrey-jana-why-were-you-online-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-2814251425815716920</id><published>2008-12-29T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:04:28.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Someone special&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Bernadette Woodford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The relationship between you and her/him?&lt;br /&gt;She's my wonderful motherrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 things about him/her&lt;br /&gt;-She knows all of my secrets.&lt;br /&gt;-She thinks she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;-She loves me :D&lt;br /&gt;-She hates chocolate and ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;-She hasn't scolded me since like two million years ago (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If she/he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;-It will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What will you say to the person whom you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;MUMMMMY!&lt;br /&gt;I love you very very much.&lt;br /&gt;You better be honoured I'm writing about you kayy.&lt;br /&gt;And stop facebooking.&lt;br /&gt;It's so not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The characteristic(s) you love about yourself is... ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether people think I'm gay when I express my love for Disney stars, heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.The characteristic(s) you hate about yourself is... ?&lt;br /&gt;I have such an annoying voice and my eyes are the smallest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.For the person whom you hate the most, you say...?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have enemies coming to think of it. Well, at least not to the extend of actually hating the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not psychic like Edward Cullen baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;This guy who plays in a band.&lt;br /&gt;I think you might know him.&lt;br /&gt;He loves ties, converse and has a collection of Gibson guitars.&lt;br /&gt;He goes by the name of Nicholas Jerry Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.The most ideal person you want to be is... ?&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato. HAHA, well, I want her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Pass on this quiz to 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ameera Haron.&lt;br /&gt;2. Amerie Cher.&lt;br /&gt;3. Howard.&lt;br /&gt;4. Audrey Jana.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chelsea Monteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.If no.2 &amp;amp; no.3 were together, what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;The world would come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who does no.5 like?&lt;br /&gt;Skandar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What colour does no.1 like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know man. God Ameera, what's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Say something about no.3.&lt;br /&gt;He's my gossip buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. who is no 2?&lt;br /&gt;She's my wonderful bestest bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Talk about no.5.&lt;br /&gt;She's a bestfriend anyone could dream of having.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to be high, mostly on nothing.&lt;br /&gt;She has abs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Who is no.1?&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend bestfriend bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Who is the sexiest person amongst them?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. God told me not to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;Blue? Yes, blue. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Is no.4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes. And for the rest of her life, according to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What is your relationship with no.1?&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend. I said this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are no.1 &amp;amp; no.3 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What is no.5's surname?&lt;br /&gt;Monteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.What is no.1's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Meera. Oh oh, baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.What things do you wish to say to no.3?&lt;br /&gt;We have the weirdest conversations online.&lt;br /&gt;And the gossiping is awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What will you do to help no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Who does no.1 admire?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say, she would kill me. Shaaaa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Where does no.1 live?&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Does the 5 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;Duh. Everyone knows who I like. Because I simply love to proclaim my obsession with Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What do you wish to say when you see no.2?&lt;br /&gt;You have no clue how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And and and, I LOVE MY BURNING UP BOOK.&lt;br /&gt;It's the bestest ever.&lt;br /&gt;25th December 2008 baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2814251425815716920?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2814251425815716920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2814251425815716920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2814251425815716920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2814251425815716920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-3071716588327928761</id><published>2008-12-27T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:42:45.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVY-aL0_1pI/AAAAAAAABKg/tivnkzOqp5Q/s1600-h/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284479832338454162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVY-aL0_1pI/AAAAAAAABKg/tivnkzOqp5Q/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing my new baby.&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 style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FUCK YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3071716588327928761?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3071716588327928761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3071716588327928761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3071716588327928761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3071716588327928761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/introducing-my-new-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVY-aL0_1pI/AAAAAAAABKg/tivnkzOqp5Q/s72-c/DSC01604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5371207064282895466</id><published>2008-12-27T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:48:10.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWZpUOOLI/AAAAAAAABKY/WbnO7t6AW7M/s1600-h/DSCF2040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154367632357554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWZpUOOLI/AAAAAAAABKY/WbnO7t6AW7M/s320/DSCF2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWZBiZ5iI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-gB2VOsaC6o/s1600-h/DSCF2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154356954424866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWZBiZ5iI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-gB2VOsaC6o/s320/DSCF2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kill all of them losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWYq4uM5I/AAAAAAAABKI/NT0383hJHJQ/s1600-h/DSCF2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154350874014610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWYq4uM5I/AAAAAAAABKI/NT0383hJHJQ/s320/DSCF2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight, we seem inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWKOqtADI/AAAAAAAABKA/aY9UMD80urA/s1600-h/DSC08709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154102780854322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWKOqtADI/AAAAAAAABKA/aY9UMD80urA/s320/DSC08709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With every smile you display,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWJ3iyPAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/X9cw2lQbGHw/s1600-h/DSC08705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154096573627394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWJ3iyPAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/X9cw2lQbGHw/s320/DSC08705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to gaze at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWJSprpMI/AAAAAAAABJw/XTCWcGXO7Yg/s1600-h/DSC05780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284154086670443714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWJSprpMI/AAAAAAAABJw/XTCWcGXO7Yg/s320/DSC05780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And kiss you, till we're out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore seems to be creeping beneath my skin and urging, shaking, me into liking their music. What has the world come into? Paramore, Sacha; I don't see the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER DO I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I think they went to put addictive poison into their music to get me hooked to it. But that's just my theory. Some other people just call it good music. But I'd rather stick with my theory, it's much more reasonable, to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas still has my heart though. How unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;/span&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/27629192-5371207064282895466?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5371207064282895466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5371207064282895466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5371207064282895466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5371207064282895466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-start-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SVUWZpUOOLI/AAAAAAAABKY/WbnO7t6AW7M/s72-c/DSCF2040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-6551716949282667477</id><published>2008-12-25T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:24:57.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6551716949282667477?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6551716949282667477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6551716949282667477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6551716949282667477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6551716949282667477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-8691767593891891439</id><published>2008-12-24T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:47:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Falling soldiers all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRnu7y5epAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRnu7y5epAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm intoxicated by the sounds that exited Nicholas' mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every year at Christmas&lt;br /&gt;All I can see&lt;br /&gt;Are pictures of the things I want&lt;br /&gt;Around the tree&lt;br /&gt;But this year's a little different&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking of myself&lt;br /&gt;So my prayer for this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Is for somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;Joy To the World&lt;br /&gt;Peace for every boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;Hope when life is hard&lt;br /&gt;Light when everything seems dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know you're listening&lt;br /&gt;And you can hear&lt;br /&gt;The need of every broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And all their tears&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot to offer&lt;br /&gt;Just this one simple prayer&lt;br /&gt;That this Christmas everyone would know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that every hungry soul&lt;br /&gt;Will be filled and will be warm&lt;br /&gt;That not a single, solitary child&lt;br /&gt;Would suffer harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, we find their ending&lt;br /&gt;As we take another view&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that this Christmas prayer&lt;br /&gt;Would somehow come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;Humanity would rise&lt;br /&gt;And join with me&lt;br /&gt;And together we'll sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming.&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;el :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8691767593891891439?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8691767593891891439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8691767593891891439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8691767593891891439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8691767593891891439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-soldiers-all-around-us.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-6764369511227045735</id><published>2008-12-21T01:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:17:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boom! Once again, Nick J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SU0uQDCPVkI/AAAAAAAABJg/07vwO4es23M/s1600-h/baby+bottle+pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SU0wB8zeKNI/AAAAAAAABJo/ggCkB5sCB-o/s1600-h/baby+bottle+pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281930748035475666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SU0wB8zeKNI/AAAAAAAABJo/ggCkB5sCB-o/s320/baby+bottle+pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah, I'm going through an Old School Jonas phase again. I keep listening to Nicholas' songs. How weird, cause I thought I've listened to them enough to actually get sick of them, but no. My Jonas needs just beg to differ. Someone kill me already, do it. They seem to be getting bigger and bigger, but I don't see how that's possible. Honestly, a grammy nomination? Wtfish sticks, how unexpected. Then I look back when Jonas fans actually crashed MTV TRL's site just to get their single to number one and I understand how they've made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching their E True Hollywood Story today. God, Nicholas being banned from singing in school just because he was being chased by second grade girls and Kevin playing pranks on his new teacher. I love when Mandy was telling how she met the boys and how whenever she hung out with Nicholas, he would always have this tendency of wanting to write a song. They were playing on the swings and he had a sudden motive to write a song, and so they did, about swings. My my, Nicholas, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days when Joseph would pretend he was Enrique Iglesias, Kevin would wear bandanas instead of scarfs and Nicholas would laugh at anything produced by the mouths of his brothers. I remember when they actually had time to talk to their fans, or make youtube videos regularly for that matter. I remember when Joseph would do magic card tricks during meet and greets, Kevin would give free Starbucks to their fans who turn up early to line up for their concerts and Nicholas would show off his muscles and do his Nick J Is Off The Chain rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything's out of control. They cannot go anywhere without having at least a hundred of screaming girls trailing behind them and their security guards. Their concert tickets sell out within seventeen seconds, and I'm not even exaggerating. Their concert halls hold fifty thousand people and every night, every seat in the hall is filled. They never seem to have the time to spend more than a word with any of their fans. Their love lives are always interrupted and destroyed by either paparazzi, distance or busy schedules. They don't even smile at red carpets now. Every interviewer shoves their faces into wanting to know about their purity rings, which they think is just a front. Those interviewers and haters need to shove their ugly faces up their asses, if they even have one for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even haters are ganging up to delete all of the Jonas' youtube videos. Do people actually have lives? If you hate them so much, why even bother spending your time on them whether it's destroying them or not? I don't see the point, at all. Nil. They put so much time, money and effort on their tours but their voices get overpowered by screaming fanatics. I don't see how my ranting is going to pay off, but then, I'm just another Jonas fan aren't I? I go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that so many people will abhor me and call me absurd for posting this. Maybe then, you should learn to love my obsession. If not, well, that's just your problem isn't it? I'm a bitch, sue me. Seriously, please do.&lt;/span&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/27629192-6764369511227045735?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6764369511227045735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6764369511227045735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6764369511227045735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6764369511227045735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/boom-once-again-nick-j.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SU0wB8zeKNI/AAAAAAAABJo/ggCkB5sCB-o/s72-c/baby+bottle+pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-8129017188387224292</id><published>2008-12-19T10:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:00:39.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUsXyJmx1LI/AAAAAAAABJY/iWs-yvMBawk/s1600-h/Just+to+be+with+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281341138361504946" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUsXyJmx1LI/AAAAAAAABJY/iWs-yvMBawk/s320/Just+to+be+with+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Perth and stay with the Gomes'. I miss them. Rochelle couldn't get anymore bored and Marcus couldn't be less childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is being painted. Hot pink baybehh, with black furniture. Cannot wait. But then it means that I cannot put up my millions of Jonas posters. I think I've been absorbed into the Twilight madness. Well, I was obsessed with it when I first read Twilight last year, but then I never thought it would be turned into a movie. My sister's mad about Robert Pattinson, but honestly, who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for Saturday. Carollinggggg, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHhJBp99gjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qHhJBp99gjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;What's That?&lt;br /&gt;A Hat&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Funky Junky Hat&lt;br /&gt;Overslept&lt;br /&gt;Hair unsightly&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to look like Kiera Knightly&lt;br /&gt;We've Been There&lt;br /&gt;We've Done That&lt;br /&gt;We see right through your funky hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hah, how adorable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;You thought I cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8129017188387224292?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8129017188387224292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8129017188387224292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8129017188387224292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8129017188387224292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-go-to-perth-and-stay-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUsXyJmx1LI/AAAAAAAABJY/iWs-yvMBawk/s72-c/Just+to+be+with+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-7413304395246849355</id><published>2008-12-16T18:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:09:43.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePqVlNYPI/AAAAAAAABJQ/qzSMBsevzm8/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280347045625684210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePqVlNYPI/AAAAAAAABJQ/qzSMBsevzm8/s320/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people can say that they tango-ed with their brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePk9sbnVI/AAAAAAAABJI/0Wvmx32oI9c/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346953314180434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePk9sbnVI/AAAAAAAABJI/0Wvmx32oI9c/s320/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you know how we're related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePk6u_7EI/AAAAAAAABJA/fJzzu34ZM18/s1600-h/DSC01976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346952519642178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePk6u_7EI/AAAAAAAABJA/fJzzu34ZM18/s320/DSC01976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine, two worlds we live apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePkqMnmsI/AAAAAAAABI4/ylfjmtqEEcg/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346948080474818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePkqMnmsI/AAAAAAAABI4/ylfjmtqEEcg/s320/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh freaky tree, your branches are so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePdW-O9kI/AAAAAAAABIw/VZedGaujtfY/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346822660781634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePdW-O9kI/AAAAAAAABIw/VZedGaujtfY/s320/DSC01898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's not even a fraction of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePc4VRHnI/AAAAAAAABIo/5eJzIokrcSo/s1600-h/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346814435892850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePc4VRHnI/AAAAAAAABIo/5eJzIokrcSo/s320/DSC01797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePce5LrII/AAAAAAAABIg/n-S-WZiAB1I/s1600-h/1_797541745l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346807607209090" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePce5LrII/AAAAAAAABIg/n-S-WZiAB1I/s320/1_797541745l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's then that I know that God answered my single prayer.&lt;br&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Australia was a prayer for my family. Bonding, my father shouting at his GPS, my mother stopping every five seconds to take pictures, my sister acting like a model and my brother and his fats. Those eighteen days, I wouldn't trade it for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like being an irritant, not that I can help it, but every decision I make always seems to be wrong. Every move I think is right one minute, seems to be wrong the next. It's like my mind always plays tricks with my me, like it doesn't want me to pick the right decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evertime.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;been alone&lt;/strong&gt; so many nights now&lt;br /&gt;And I've &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;been waiting for the stars to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep holding out for what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, staring at the moon tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wondering how you look&lt;/span&gt; in this light&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're somewhere thinking about me, too&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing I wouldn't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't imagine two &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;worlds spinning apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come together eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And when we finally meet I'll know it's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be at the end of my restless road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this journey, it was worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;To be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be holding you for the very first time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Never letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What I wouldn't give to feel that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be with you&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; can't imagine two worlds&lt;/span&gt; spinning apart,&lt;br /&gt;Come together eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when you're standing here in front of me&lt;br /&gt;That's when I know that God does exist&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he will have answered every single prayer&lt;br /&gt;To be with you&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Which part of "I don't want you" don't you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7413304395246849355?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7413304395246849355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7413304395246849355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7413304395246849355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7413304395246849355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-many-people-can-say-that-they-tango.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SUePqVlNYPI/AAAAAAAABJQ/qzSMBsevzm8/s72-c/DSC01998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5299126454899665255</id><published>2008-12-12T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:26:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is always, it's always the case.&lt;br /&gt;Just when something's about to happen, I simply won't let it.&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't open anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm afraid to get hurt, even for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being difficult, stubborn; not that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's screaming, it hates me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's fragile, it feels cold.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's made up of glass after all.&lt;br /&gt;All these unnecessary things I think of, they're not important.&lt;br /&gt;But yet, they slow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not ready, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone around me seems happy.&lt;br /&gt;They make it seem easy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for believing that fairytales can come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5299126454899665255?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5299126454899665255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5299126454899665255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5299126454899665255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5299126454899665255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-always-its-always-case.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-937908759919266517</id><published>2008-12-01T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:26:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/STP_ifyoA4I/AAAAAAAABIA/flNMMXwJMFI/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274840556695454594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/STP_ifyoA4I/AAAAAAAABIA/flNMMXwJMFI/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time to blog, time is too limited. Everything's awesome at Aussie. Aunty Anthia's house is big big big, can fit like a hundred elephants man. The beaches here at fucking nice, partially because of the people on it as well. And at night, there are so many stars at night that I smile so bad. They're all twinkling, I want to grab one and keep it in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Amerie.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Beat.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ameera.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nana.&lt;br /&gt;I miss B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-937908759919266517?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/937908759919266517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=937908759919266517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/937908759919266517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/937908759919266517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-no-time-to-blog-time-is-too.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/STP_ifyoA4I/AAAAAAAABIA/flNMMXwJMFI/s72-c/DSC00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2507336995540742367</id><published>2008-11-26T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:43:06.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSw9yBDoVsI/AAAAAAAABH4/wn-xbxRIPQ0/s1600-h/friends+forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272657193230423746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSw9yBDoVsI/AAAAAAAABH4/wn-xbxRIPQ0/s320/friends+forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss so many people, it hurts to know that I lack communication with them. Today, something stabbed me in the heart. Chelsea sent me a text which I'll never forget, ever. I sat there on my couch, wondering where I went wrong. I almost cried. She means so much to me and she thinks that I think that she doesn't exist. Even typing this makes me cry so bad, cause I know I've become something I never wanted to be. I've become a pathetic unsupportive best friend. One which deserves nothing but the worst. I want to hug her, whisper to her that I love her, and let her know that she's my world. Cause, she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ameera so badly too. It seems like half of me gone without them. I need my bestfriends back, just like how it was. Just the four of us, walking down the streets of Town, making so much noise that people thought IJ girls were out of their minds. I miss how we would take pictures in the toilet while Chelsea ate her Nasi Lemak eventhough it was in the toilet. I miss how we would cam-whore in the classroom with our names all put together on the whiteboard. Fuck la, I need my world to spin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in about twenty-two hours. And it doesn't help the situation whatsoever. I miss &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHELSACHAMEERAUDREY.&lt;/strong&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;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my baby.&lt;/span&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/27629192-2507336995540742367?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2507336995540742367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2507336995540742367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2507336995540742367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2507336995540742367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-so-many-people-it-hurts-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSw9yBDoVsI/AAAAAAAABH4/wn-xbxRIPQ0/s72-c/friends+forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4269301327581327063</id><published>2008-11-24T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:10:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be right here when you need me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSptSI2ViTI/AAAAAAAABHo/C7XKkYuZwu8/s1600-h/zookidders+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272146472171047218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSptSI2ViTI/AAAAAAAABHo/C7XKkYuZwu8/s320/zookidders+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll hate me so much for uploading this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSptSJvhw6I/AAAAAAAABHw/nSZg9qTa1b0/s1600-h/Joseph+Adam+Jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272146472410923938" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSptSJvhw6I/AAAAAAAABHw/nSZg9qTa1b0/s320/Joseph+Adam+Jonas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is your wonderful smexy Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Homie, I miss you so much. I have have have to see you before I go out of my mind. But then again, maybe seeing you would also drive me crazy. It's been one month plus since your last conversation with asdfghjkl. That's utterly long. So proud of you. This is so unfair, I need to see you. I swear that you have a handphone for no apparent reason, seriously. Never even text or call back. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missssssssss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like crazy.&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/27629192-4269301327581327063?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4269301327581327063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4269301327581327063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4269301327581327063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4269301327581327063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-right-here-when-you-need-me.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSptSI2ViTI/AAAAAAAABHo/C7XKkYuZwu8/s72-c/zookidders+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-6775687592991115538</id><published>2008-11-24T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:25:53.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been waiting for the stars to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSmHt1xra_I/AAAAAAAABHg/_nKJE3D6OQw/s1600-h/Joyful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271894060413185010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSmHt1xra_I/AAAAAAAABHg/_nKJE3D6OQw/s320/Joyful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like flying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I swear, I'm that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been throwing me the most unexpected things lately. But I'm not complaining, at all. Wednesday is when I leave for Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally got to attend mass with my bastard today, after what seemed like forever. Went to get pink highlights with Audrey at town as well. She went all bizarre on me when she decided to not sleep the entire night and relied on Redbull to keep her awake. How did I even find such a friend? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot wait for Wednesday. It'll be an awesome day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your touch saves me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6775687592991115538?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6775687592991115538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6775687592991115538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6775687592991115538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6775687592991115538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-waiting-for-stars-to-fall-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSmHt1xra_I/AAAAAAAABHg/_nKJE3D6OQw/s72-c/Joyful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-559114287326192113</id><published>2008-11-21T22:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:39:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSbgW42H-EI/AAAAAAAABHY/Hz_B8Wm-gu8/s1600-h/In+your+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271147097704888386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSbgW42H-EI/AAAAAAAABHY/Hz_B8Wm-gu8/s320/In+your+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My chicken can do a trick. It can lay eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's so special about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Can you lay an egg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/27629192-559114287326192113?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/559114287326192113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=559114287326192113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/559114287326192113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/559114287326192113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-your-face-my-chicken-can-do-trick.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSbgW42H-EI/AAAAAAAABHY/Hz_B8Wm-gu8/s72-c/In+your+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-429343313593318258</id><published>2008-11-19T23:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:36:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The way you act like somebody else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSQsrIAXPcI/AAAAAAAABHA/ktFfBVOIHEU/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270386583325326786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSQsrIAXPcI/AAAAAAAABHA/ktFfBVOIHEU/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to smile, but he gave me this stupid face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSQsrBjWwFI/AAAAAAAABG4/WDIrIrIY-xQ/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270386581593047122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSQsrBjWwFI/AAAAAAAABG4/WDIrIrIY-xQ/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it gets me frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby?&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real .&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you ?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was left to cry there,&lt;br /&gt;waiting outside there grinning with a lost stare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed.&lt;br /&gt;Got picked up by Kenneth and Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out guitars.&lt;br /&gt;Homed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I need support, cause at any moment, I'm going to break. You make me smile, no doubt. Then the next minute, my heart feels numb. I don't know what to do for the first time in my life. I close my eyes and you appear, making everything alright again. I don't even know when you're the person I want you to be, because you sure can't make up your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think my heart's blinded by your lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-429343313593318258?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/429343313593318258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=429343313593318258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/429343313593318258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/429343313593318258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/way-you-act-like-somebody-else-i-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSQsrIAXPcI/AAAAAAAABHA/ktFfBVOIHEU/s72-c/DSC01542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-784802687411040206</id><published>2008-11-17T01:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:37:49.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFIRMATION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV1Rg_oHI/AAAAAAAABFI/fy5wlH5-nlo/s1600-h/DSC02889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269305937746698354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV1Rg_oHI/AAAAAAAABFI/fy5wlH5-nlo/s320/DSC02889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation and Macs, what a wonderful combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBaWJ76M2I/AAAAAAAABGw/PIU6aMpC3yw/s1600-h/DSC03004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310900694299490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBaWJ76M2I/AAAAAAAABGw/PIU6aMpC3yw/s320/DSC03004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godchildren, godparents, daughters, parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBaV7K2NFI/AAAAAAAABGo/7BO25rzfK6c/s1600-h/DSC02999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310896730420306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBaV7K2NFI/AAAAAAAABGo/7BO25rzfK6c/s320/DSC02999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're such loving cousins, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZ0KgDkII/AAAAAAAABGg/VOApVNdyaM8/s1600-h/DSC02975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310316730355842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZ0KgDkII/AAAAAAAABGg/VOApVNdyaM8/s320/DSC02975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot is super cool, eventhough I look super proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZz8uad_I/AAAAAAAABGY/M2K_TQUTds4/s1600-h/DSC02955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269310313032480754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZz8uad_I/AAAAAAAABGY/M2K_TQUTds4/s320/DSC02955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I simply love her to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZK7Y4hfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/SiJPVT0q2ks/s1600-h/DSC02954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309608299103730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZK7Y4hfI/AAAAAAAABGQ/SiJPVT0q2ks/s320/DSC02954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my wonderful wonderful people. I love them oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZKVneajI/AAAAAAAABGI/ViSMHAOlYuk/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309598159759922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBZKVneajI/AAAAAAAABGI/ViSMHAOlYuk/s320/DSC02942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family shot. We look so orange. Or at least, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBYL0-H5kI/AAAAAAAABGA/boBcQYBSBoc/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308524244493890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBYL0-H5kI/AAAAAAAABGA/boBcQYBSBoc/s320/DSC02939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacha, Shaun, Gillian, Donovan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBYLjHs-uI/AAAAAAAABF4/GeyMrz9fX7o/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308519452834530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBYLjHs-uI/AAAAAAAABF4/GeyMrz9fX7o/s320/DSC02936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gorgeous godsister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBXbhHPjKI/AAAAAAAABFw/PN2uRT6-LQQ/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269307694280314018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBXbhHPjKI/AAAAAAAABFw/PN2uRT6-LQQ/s320/DSC02934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALEB! I LOVE YOU; and the wonderful letter. I was smiling like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBXbOMDg_I/AAAAAAAABFo/tx6NBF1BXi0/s1600-h/DSC02905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269307689200223218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBXbOMDg_I/AAAAAAAABFo/tx6NBF1BXi0/s320/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninang oh, ninang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV2eM81xI/AAAAAAAABFg/eb5UYoOelJ8/s1600-h/DSC02900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269305958332159762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV2eM81xI/AAAAAAAABFg/eb5UYoOelJ8/s320/DSC02900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three girls who grew up together since babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV13A-8SI/AAAAAAAABFY/rNQLOA2K2Jc/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269305947812983074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV13A-8SI/AAAAAAAABFY/rNQLOA2K2Jc/s320/DSC02899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddaughters, godmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV1uPZQrI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BgxoskZTNLw/s1600-h/DSC02896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269305945457509042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV1uPZQrI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BgxoskZTNLw/s320/DSC02896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much taller than you mother, eventhough your heels are higher than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Today was just so awesome, I cannot put it in words. Thank you everyone for coming out for the mass, I really do appreciate it. You all made my day, and I love each and every one of you. I am seriously damn happy; I'm smiling while typing this. I'm such a dork :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelsea and Audrey;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you so much babes for coming! Honestly, you both were the highlight of my day. Audrey, I am really sorry for not attending your confirmation and I will repeatedly spank myself for dumping you on such an important day for you. You have bad choices in friends, picking someone like me to be your friend. You deserve someone so much better. I really am truely sorry, from the bottom of my heart. And Chelsea, you told me you wouldn't miss my confirmation for the world. My heart skipped ten beats when you told me that. You're my sunshine you not so little one. Eventhough you felt awkward and stuff today, just know that I really did appreciate you taking time off your busy schedule to come today. You're the bestest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amerie my bastard;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thank you so much for being there for me throughout my whole journey towards confirmation. You're awesome, and I know that you know that I know that you're awesome. You always know what to say when I need you, you're amazing. We need lunch.&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;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb Wong Wen De; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Caleb oh, Caleb. Thank you for remembering my confirmation. Haha! Seriously though, when you called me, I was thinking why the heck would you have asked me to eat dinner with you when it was so late already. Then you called back and told me you totally forgot about my confirmation. I was laughing so hard. Then you come with your heartfelt letter, googling it because you didn't understand my not so profound words. The letter was whoaaa. I don't know what to say Caleb. Just I love you Mister, and thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reginal and Heleyna; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My two lovelies, we travelled this whole journey together and look how far we've come. I remember having parties at Heleyna's place and dancing around like mad cows. I still have pictures of us when we were young, and it's not so appealing. Haha! Thank you both of you, for always being there for me and for tolerating my nonsense. I know you just love me just like I love you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Don and Shaun; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I met you two bums on the first day of confirmation camp. True, we've had our ups and downs but today was tremendous just spending time with you both. Sorry for stoning so much today, but I really did have an awesome time. Thank you for always being there for me, and I'm sorry for always jagging you both. You know I love you. I just don't show it in a very presentable way I guess (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beatrice Png; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Godsister oh godsister. Have I mentioned that you're the best. Coming up to the altar with your wonderfully big camera just to get shots. Eventhough you bully me a lot (-.-), I love you hell a lot. You're the best sister anyone could ever ask for. You've always been there for me, and I hope it's been vice versa as well. I want to hug you Beat! Thank you for the beautiful keychain. I shall put my key on it okay? And keep it safe, with me and in my heart :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Abraham; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thanks for waking me up in the morning dude. Haha you're the first one to wish me if you didn't already know. Even before my parents and godparents. You're awesome, just don't be too egoistic about it. Your head's big enough triple A. And I'm not racist. But seriously, thank you for entertaining me at the most randomest times. You're so weird though (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shauna;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You swore you were at Aussie but I guessed you lied woman! Just like how I lied that you'd get a dance with me. :D But on a serious note, thanks for coming today. Waking up early and giving me a fake flower so that it wouldn't die. You're the sweetest. I miss you like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadine;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;WOMAN! Thank you for dragging yourself into church and attenting my confirmation and lunch. Even without sleep, you're the nicest person ever. You make me smile, even when you're the most annoying thing ever. 'Cause I love you like heck loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To everyone else;&lt;/span&gt; Just because I didn't mention your name doesn't mean I don't love you all with all of my heart. Thank you everyone for coming out for my confirmation. You made my day, and I will keep it in my memories forever. Congratulations on being engraved in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-784802687411040206?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/784802687411040206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=784802687411040206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/784802687411040206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/784802687411040206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/confirmation.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SSBV1Rg_oHI/AAAAAAAABFI/fy5wlH5-nlo/s72-c/DSC02889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-1306570817052617315</id><published>2008-11-14T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:02:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d61sFJAI/AAAAAAAABFA/-dAS-HjrlD4/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268540773263287298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d61sFJAI/AAAAAAAABFA/-dAS-HjrlD4/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoodies are the new in thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d6hO5xMI/AAAAAAAABE4/cQ6rpoYh6e8/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268540767772198082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d6hO5xMI/AAAAAAAABE4/cQ6rpoYh6e8/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey thinks her photography skills rock. Who she trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d59StABI/AAAAAAAABEw/dYgBVn0Te10/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268540758124462098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d59StABI/AAAAAAAABEw/dYgBVn0Te10/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bony fingers and crazy braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dHfsq9aI/AAAAAAAABEo/OGk0H2wgTh0/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539891186857378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dHfsq9aI/AAAAAAAABEo/OGk0H2wgTh0/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut my fringe. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dHAa8zDI/AAAAAAAABEg/tutavZeSUk0/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539882791029810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dHAa8zDI/AAAAAAAABEg/tutavZeSUk0/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I just saw a ghost. Or the ghost itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dGjAeEZI/AAAAAAAABEY/EQ0peW97muY/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539874895335826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dGjAeEZI/AAAAAAAABEY/EQ0peW97muY/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think we're cool. Sadly, not the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dGWAfGzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/SGDQloxf1LU/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539871405742898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dGWAfGzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/SGDQloxf1LU/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to not take glam pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dGM1UKxI/AAAAAAAABEI/qTCuvDJlgPk/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268539868942969618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2dGM1UKxI/AAAAAAAABEI/qTCuvDJlgPk/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cause it's all about unglamness.&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;br /&gt;I am happppppy. Happy happy happy. And so, the truth spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;To Our Fans from Joe, Kevin and Nick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our normal rule to avoid talking about our private lives. It seems that it has come to the point where we must address a few things. We would prefer to address these things and then leave it alone from that point forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt like it was important to respond because recent events have affected our fans. It is important to us as artists and brothers to enlighten regarding this situation. Our fans are the most important thing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumors and suggestions that are being publicized in the press right now about us. Like all people our age we are trying to find someone special that we can share time with in our busy lives. We all have busy schedules and high demands. We love our life and are thankful for all that we have. We are simply stating that it is difficult to maintain relationships with the kind of life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our fans and it is important to us to protect that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Our Fans from Joe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is not an attack of anyone. Anytime you are in a relationship for any length of time there are going to be issues. Sometimes they resolve. Other times they lead to a change of heart. This was the case recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things I will state with all my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cheated on a girlfriend. It might make someone feel better to assume or imply I have been unfaithful but it is simply not true. Maybe there were reasons for a breakup. Maybe the heart moved on. Perhaps feelings changed. I am truly saddened that anything would potentially cause you to think less of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have expressed concern over the “27 second” phone call. I called to discuss feelings with the other person. Those feelings were obviously not well received. I did not end the conversation. Someone else did. Phone calls can only last as long as the person on the other end of the line is willing to talk. A phone call can be pretty short when someone else ends the call. The only difference in this conversation was that I shared something the other person did not want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were later attempts at communication that had no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for the other person but could not sit back any longer and leave our fans with a wrong impression of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps enlighten a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, Kevin and Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Taylor would be such a liar, attention seeker, whore? I hate her, sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super sorry to the people who don't understand what the heck I just typed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a Jonas fan, and understand my lingo then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-1306570817052617315?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1306570817052617315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=1306570817052617315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1306570817052617315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1306570817052617315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoodies-are-new-in-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SR2d61sFJAI/AAAAAAAABFA/-dAS-HjrlD4/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-827857688604731807</id><published>2008-11-12T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:17:21.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You invited to me to stay at - shit, I forgot the hotel's name - yaaaa, and then while Caleb and your sister were swimming, we were taking such cam-whore photos. That day was awesome. And now I look back at the pictures , my god, we were so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gained so much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you laaaaaa Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;My one and onlyyyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now. Even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of You and I. It can be good or bad, it can be anything you want. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-827857688604731807?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/827857688604731807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=827857688604731807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/827857688604731807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/827857688604731807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-invited-to-me-to-stay-at-shit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-8136161653675847763</id><published>2008-11-07T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:59:54.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abraham's a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People, the truth is, Abraham's a liar. In your face Abraham! Drown in your lies Mr-I-Think-I-Am-So-Hot. HAHA. He's going to kick me till I fly to Pluto. But nevermind, I like it there where it's so cold, &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; Abraham :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-abraham says:&lt;br /&gt;SACHA RACIST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-abraham says:&lt;br /&gt;I GOING TO TELL THE WHOLE WORLD SACHA RACIST!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn, you look good, says:&lt;br /&gt;Haha I've always been racist against Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you look good, says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you look good, says:&lt;br /&gt;Ooooops. Don't hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you look good, says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH BASTARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!&lt;br /&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABRAHAM SUCK BALLS. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;WALAO&lt;br /&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;RACIST MEANS RACIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABRAHAM SUCK BALLS. says:&lt;br /&gt;suck balls means suck balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SACHA IS RACIST!!!!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy only knows how to make me laugh la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8136161653675847763?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8136161653675847763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8136161653675847763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8136161653675847763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8136161653675847763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/abrahams-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7213936841916809130</id><published>2008-11-04T00:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:12:22.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;All was golden when the day met the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was all alone, I pleaded for entertainment that no one wanted to provide me. So, I went to my computer for the lack of enjoyment and somehow landed myself watching random videos of Panic At The Disco and their circus days. Oh, how I miss their wonderful well rehearsed concerts. When they had creepy clown dancers roaming around them and Brendon would respond to them by dancing his wonderful lap dance. Now, their concerts are just simply, &lt;em&gt;normal. &lt;/em&gt;They don't have out of the ordinary stage set ups and wonderful tailored clothes anymore. It's not fun anymore. I always wanted to go for one of their A Fever You Can't Sweat Out Tour concerts, but no. They only decide to come to Singapore when their new album newly releases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YK25McZVK0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YK25McZVK0c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This speech amuses me. Brendon's plain sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The way he wings her with his lovely latin songs before he embraces for that perfect passionate kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, but this is not that dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is hot, sweaty, angry, crazy, monsterous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;fucking.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it still me&lt;/strong&gt; that makes you sweat?&lt;br /&gt;Am I who you think about in bed?&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?&lt;br /&gt;Then think of what you did&lt;br /&gt;And how I hope to &lt;strong&gt;God he was worth it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.&lt;br /&gt;I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck&lt;br /&gt;Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me&lt;br /&gt;Girl I was it, &lt;strong&gt;look past the sweat&lt;/strong&gt;, a better love deserving of&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, you know it will always just be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get these teen hearts beating. &lt;strong&gt;Faster, faster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess &lt;strong&gt;we're back to us&lt;/strong&gt;, oh cameraman, swing the focus&lt;br /&gt;In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?&lt;br /&gt;Let's pick up, pick up&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;let's not get selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just finished an interesting phone call with Miss Dianah. I miss our wonderful out of the blue calls when we were Secondary One. It was totally random for her to call me but then again, I think I needed it. Either for catching up with my friend or actually getting away from the computer. I believe it's both. The tips of my left hand fingers can't feel no shit. They're plain numb and lost all of sense of touch. I think I deserve a new guitar, considering that everyone in this household got a new handphone but me. It's the least you could do dadddddddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hear the fucking damn hot and sexy Gibson SG Standard fucking screaming my name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sacha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sacha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sacha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sacha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7213936841916809130?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7213936841916809130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7213936841916809130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7213936841916809130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7213936841916809130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-was-golden-when-day-met-night.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-3289086951637650153</id><published>2008-11-03T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:37:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But someone's already got me outdone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, I know I'm rather late with the update. Sue me. I was bawling my eyes out last night for a reason I'm too embarrassed to admit and now my eyes can barely open. I look at myself and I look like a fish. Eyes puffy, cheeks still stained and my bottom lip slightly pouted. How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;attractive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fuck, just take me in your arms already would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I want my stomach to start doing abnormal backflips as butterflies explode in it and my heart to feel like it's in heaven with your touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Celebrated Halloween at the Night Safari. I'm too lazy to explain, and I figured you would be bored out of your wits once I start all my grandmother stories so I think I'm just going to make the pictures do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;La deeee dooo daaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LRDaxLyI/AAAAAAAABEA/5k7Enw3qK_A/s1600-h/DSCF0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264298139534307106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LRDaxLyI/AAAAAAAABEA/5k7Enw3qK_A/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking like she had frogs shoved up her ass, but it was creepy in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LQkzRyQI/AAAAAAAABD4/pgcci9ggvQw/s1600-h/DSCF0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264298131315607810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LQkzRyQI/AAAAAAAABD4/pgcci9ggvQw/s320/DSCF0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture brings back too many funny jealousy memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LP5QgMfI/AAAAAAAABDo/Nnto732sRtw/s1600-h/DSCF0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264298119627026930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LP5QgMfI/AAAAAAAABDo/Nnto732sRtw/s320/DSCF0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameera's face makes this picture just simply, perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LPaDya4I/AAAAAAAABDg/fJKTmY6j-qA/s1600-h/DSCF0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264298111252196226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LPaDya4I/AAAAAAAABDg/fJKTmY6j-qA/s320/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get fascinated by lighted pumpkins, they're so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6KiLMiGLI/AAAAAAAABDY/vX57aDVUxbg/s1600-h/DSCF0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297334168230066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6KiLMiGLI/AAAAAAAABDY/vX57aDVUxbg/s320/DSCF0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blisters started to creep onto my feet as this picture was in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6Kh5cj08I/AAAAAAAABDQ/J-XNVlgNthU/s1600-h/DSCF0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297329403614146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6Kh5cj08I/AAAAAAAABDQ/J-XNVlgNthU/s320/DSCF0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realise he was holding a head till I saw the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6KhATpCeI/AAAAAAAABDI/kJcBlj5IwRU/s1600-h/DSCF0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297314065385954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6KhATpCeI/AAAAAAAABDI/kJcBlj5IwRU/s320/DSCF0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause bestfriends are suppose to be there for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6Kg0CtoII/AAAAAAAABDA/_kMx7o0SRJg/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297310773158018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6Kg0CtoII/AAAAAAAABDA/_kMx7o0SRJg/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire looked like we were in Survivor or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6JdXOa9_I/AAAAAAAABC4/DekU3hyaDAw/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264296151986403314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6JdXOa9_I/AAAAAAAABC4/DekU3hyaDAw/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a Edward wanna be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6JdKBhjmI/AAAAAAAABCw/_HOZXti0EI0/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264296148442648162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6JdKBhjmI/AAAAAAAABCw/_HOZXti0EI0/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my future boyfriend. He sends chills up my spine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6Jc_lC-FI/AAAAAAAABCo/KzPINYdnInQ/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264296145638848594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6Jc_lC-FI/AAAAAAAABCo/KzPINYdnInQ/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude was damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6JcmsI1HI/AAAAAAAABCg/eWJ-dKsyVbo/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264296138957706354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6JcmsI1HI/AAAAAAAABCg/eWJ-dKsyVbo/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I light up the roooooom :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3289086951637650153?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3289086951637650153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3289086951637650153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3289086951637650153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3289086951637650153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-someones-already-got-me-outdone.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQ6LRDaxLyI/AAAAAAAABEA/5k7Enw3qK_A/s72-c/DSCF0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-1982817257775535843</id><published>2008-10-30T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:13:25.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's settled then, I'm yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQnaU7lyyrI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lM3Q_-z4nC0/s1600-h/35105304312951l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262977692687583922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQnaU7lyyrI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lM3Q_-z4nC0/s320/35105304312951l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll take over the world tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQnaVEP5M1I/AAAAAAAABCY/4c2e39L4ml4/s1600-h/DSC04948.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262977695011648338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQnaVEP5M1I/AAAAAAAABCY/4c2e39L4ml4/s320/DSC04948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause together, we're that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness bastard, just look at how we're changed. First of all, look at our hair. I still have the same smile but your glasses is way cooler now. I think we owe ourselves lunch together. I'll be counting the minutes. And just know that I'll be here no matter what okay? Whatever you're going through, you know that we would go through it together, cause I'm your beeeetch. Duh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I miss you bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beatrice Png, I miss your white ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-1982817257775535843?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1982817257775535843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=1982817257775535843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1982817257775535843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1982817257775535843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-settled-then-im-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQnaU7lyyrI/AAAAAAAABCQ/lM3Q_-z4nC0/s72-c/35105304312951l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3055979868436237763</id><published>2008-10-30T02:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:11:22.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;want &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQivxjT_rkI/AAAAAAAABCI/Q7N4xpZXjDQ/s1600-h/reunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649430409981506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQivxjT_rkI/AAAAAAAABCI/Q7N4xpZXjDQ/s320/reunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Caleb's face and what is in Berwin's hand makes this the best photo ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths isn't as bad as it was in the beginning of the year. Mr Fernandez is getting funny, and friendlier if that is even possible. I watched High School Musical Three today again, on my computer of course. Can you say obsessed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't you see that bigger is better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and better is bigger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A little bit is never enough, no no no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't you want it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Major addiction. Fuck la, I doubt I will grow out of Disney anytime soon especially when they keep producing such infatuating things. Most of the time, I would hate but I beg to differ. Let me tell you, I know too many people who secretly went to watch High School Musical Three when they swore they wouldn't watch it. Such liars. It's amazing how entertainment can take over our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnXjDleoJGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnXjDleoJGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;And everyone knows we like to shop at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty pretty sweet and we're looking pretty fly.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we don't have a sexy guy.&lt;br /&gt;If we had a boyfriend, we would make him work.&lt;br /&gt;We'd make him buy everything we want in the store.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would know that he would be a richie.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am going to be a little what what. [ahem,&lt;em&gt; BITCHY&lt;/em&gt;, ahem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This rap cracks me up everytime for some reason. It's not suppose to be funny, but like I said, I have a weird sense of humour. Maybe it's because she couldn't say the word &lt;u&gt;bitchy&lt;/u&gt; because of her little ten year fans who look up to her. I would love to say that I support Miley all the way but with her attitude recently after her little situation with NJ, she actually is acting a little bitchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Secrets are supposed to be kept Miles,&lt;br /&gt;that's just how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3055979868436237763?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3055979868436237763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3055979868436237763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3055979868436237763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3055979868436237763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQivxjT_rkI/AAAAAAAABCI/Q7N4xpZXjDQ/s72-c/reunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5442821634351101870</id><published>2008-10-29T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:13:53.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;I'm looking at you, and my heart loves the view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQdF8PiD48I/AAAAAAAABCA/7SWkTDwv2sU/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262251590869574594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQdF8PiD48I/AAAAAAAABCA/7SWkTDwv2sU/s320/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming I love you so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQdF8JmmDMI/AAAAAAAABB4/riirHzO8Ijs/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262251589277977794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQdF8JmmDMI/AAAAAAAABB4/riirHzO8Ijs/s320/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings you can't decode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a total waste of time and sleep. Teachers scold us for not attending their classes but when we appear, they don't. Drawing has become my newest addiction. I realised that I am such a weird kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Get use to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;As high as the moon&lt;br /&gt;So high were my spirits&lt;br /&gt;When you sang out my name&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; coming from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was enough just to hear it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it rang like the bells did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even the sturdiest ground&lt;br /&gt;Can shift and can tremble and let us fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly unspoken&lt;br /&gt;You show your emotion&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;silence speaks louder than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s lucky I’m clever&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I didn’t know better&lt;br /&gt;I’d believe only that which I’d heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days of my folly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I followed your lead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did what Simon Says to do&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t let melancholy&lt;br /&gt;Play me for a fool&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no I’m on my way somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as your lack of something to say&lt;br /&gt;Well, to &lt;strong&gt;tell me goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; there was no better way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t keep me up till the dawn&lt;br /&gt;With words that’ll keep leading me on&lt;br /&gt;I know much better than to wait for an answer from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5442821634351101870?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5442821634351101870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5442821634351101870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5442821634351101870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5442821634351101870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-looking-at-you-and-my-heart-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQdF8PiD48I/AAAAAAAABCA/7SWkTDwv2sU/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5486082787763592198</id><published>2008-10-25T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:21:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Keep your eyes locked to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQKrf-HCu4I/AAAAAAAABBw/0PWmo8cXmh0/s1600-h/zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-high-school-musical-3-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260955880458992514" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQKrf-HCu4I/AAAAAAAABBw/0PWmo8cXmh0/s320/zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-high-school-musical-3-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;High School Musical Three yesterday. Wah fuck, fucking good I swear. I want to watch it again, and again, and again. Zac Efron was like super handsome mind you. And when the trailer for Twilight came on, the whole damn theatre exploded. It was hysterical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel like watching Les Choristes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And High School Musical Three again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules and regulations&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird&lt;br /&gt;things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of&lt;br /&gt;their own 10 weird things/habits/little known&lt;br /&gt;facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people&lt;br /&gt;to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back !&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a Disney kid, get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss the person who tagged me. AHEMamerieAHEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beatrice hates me because she thinks I don't blog about her enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm high when I'm nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I eat too much grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can be emo at the most random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate cheese so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm such a romantic that I doubt it's possible to find a guy who could fulfill all of my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WAAPA baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten peeps I wonderfully tagged:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bestfriend Ameera.&lt;br /&gt;2. Godsister Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Naboo Nana.&lt;br /&gt;4. Irritant Howard :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Awesomest Shari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, I am in desperate need of friends who have blogs. Hehh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5486082787763592198?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5486082787763592198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5486082787763592198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5486082787763592198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5486082787763592198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-three-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQKrf-HCu4I/AAAAAAAABBw/0PWmo8cXmh0/s72-c/zac-efron-vanessa-hudgens-high-school-musical-3-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5261275623062847308</id><published>2008-10-23T23:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:38:08.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;You turned the tables on me, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVPU6CFOI/AAAAAAAABBo/5-i9e8SuPgU/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260368455311430882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVPU6CFOI/AAAAAAAABBo/5-i9e8SuPgU/s320/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just check out her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVPMXeZ9I/AAAAAAAABBg/6gBKG16kxN8/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260368453019002834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVPMXeZ9I/AAAAAAAABBg/6gBKG16kxN8/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVOopFonI/AAAAAAAABBY/GGC_q0NOt4M/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260368443429200498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVOopFonI/AAAAAAAABBY/GGC_q0NOt4M/s320/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have like the same smiles. I think it's an IJ thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is suppose my last day of school but my school just decides to be funny and have extra lessons next week. Australia awaits for me in one month. I get to spend time with &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. I am beyond excited. I miss that woman like fuck, I'm not even kidding. Collection of report books spoils everybody's mood. Instead of being happy that today was our last day, they shove our report books to us and bring our moods from ecstatic to complete fucked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think it's just a Singapore thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bastard is the bombdigidy. She makes me smile;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Baby you're the best part of my day, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read your blog like three times a day knw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Baby you're the best part of my day, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping it'll magically update by itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm still in love with who I wish you were, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha wahhh, im soooo honoured please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27629192-5261275623062847308?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5261275623062847308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5261275623062847308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5261275623062847308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5261275623062847308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-turned-tables-on-me-didnt-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SQCVPU6CFOI/AAAAAAAABBo/5-i9e8SuPgU/s72-c/DSC01425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3699874504897085530</id><published>2008-10-22T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:56:30.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cause &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fantasies&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; meant &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; fairytales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SP9FUkRvrtI/AAAAAAAABBQ/2rxZcOXwbRE/s1600-h/No+Air..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259999109429833426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SP9FUkRvrtI/AAAAAAAABBQ/2rxZcOXwbRE/s320/No+Air..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life right now seems rather pointless. Wake up, school, friends, repeat. I have sleepless nights trying to figure out what the heck am I doing on this planet when I am totally helpless to it. I am not trying to be resentful but some people are living their lives like it's the most precious thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to be one of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Questions flash through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;What do I want to be when I grow up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;Where would life take me after graduating from Secondary School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;Why is it so that ambitious goals just don't work for certain people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fuck, life is screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need to pull up my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I couldn't make this up&lt;br /&gt;I have been outdone by my own kind&lt;br /&gt;I always traded up, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;I'm a victim&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And I can't pretend I'm not over the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well baby what do you know&lt;br /&gt;You turned the tables on me, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my it only serves me right, now I get it&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;how hurt feels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's everything they say it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was untouchable&lt;br /&gt;Until&lt;strong&gt; karma crashed my party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Found out I'm crushable, oh&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one who's sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's unprecedented, I can't turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;No, no, no don't you go&lt;br /&gt;I do all the breaking up around here&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no don't steal my show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should be the one crying these tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well baby, what do you know&lt;br /&gt;You turned the tables on me, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;My, my, my it only serves me right, now I get it&lt;br /&gt;This is how a heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;And it's all it's cracked up to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3699874504897085530?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3699874504897085530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3699874504897085530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3699874504897085530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3699874504897085530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-fantasies-are-only-meant-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SP9FUkRvrtI/AAAAAAAABBQ/2rxZcOXwbRE/s72-c/No+Air..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-7867778871270258059</id><published>2008-10-21T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:24:48.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; is safer than &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is times like these when the feelings are at its strongest. He's spread out on the couch, lights flashing on his flawless face from the television in front of him. His eyes would dance from the entertainment he would be watching as he would &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with a loose curl, twirling it around his finger absentmindedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Playing with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7867778871270258059?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7867778871270258059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7867778871270258059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7867778871270258059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7867778871270258059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-times-like-these-when-hes-spread.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-5066647654546523966</id><published>2008-10-19T01:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:13:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPoco9YN6vI/AAAAAAAABA4/jm86lWNcHlc/s1600-h/DSC04951.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547004904958706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPoco9YN6vI/AAAAAAAABA4/jm86lWNcHlc/s320/DSC04951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They come and go but they don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocpGdZmUI/AAAAAAAABBA/7R46FbhSOm8/s1600-h/Nana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547007342614850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocpGdZmUI/AAAAAAAABBA/7R46FbhSOm8/s320/Nana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that you are my beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocpKcErpI/AAAAAAAABBI/67SGxa0gj3k/s1600-h/Nana+babe..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258547008410791570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocpKcErpI/AAAAAAAABBI/67SGxa0gj3k/s320/Nana+babe..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be there forever, you will see that it's better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocJ-eiQYI/AAAAAAAABAY/7-dR-D7caGc/s1600-h/DSC04942.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258546472623948162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocJ-eiQYI/AAAAAAAABAY/7-dR-D7caGc/s320/DSC04942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All our hopes and our dreams will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocJ_9n-gI/AAAAAAAABAg/Z7TUgXR_b8o/s1600-h/DSC04948.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258546473022781954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocJ_9n-gI/AAAAAAAABAg/Z7TUgXR_b8o/s320/DSC04948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will not disappoint you, I will be right there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocKD22MxI/AAAAAAAABAo/VqoHUGamK-k/s1600-h/DSC04949.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258546474068095762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocKD22MxI/AAAAAAAABAo/VqoHUGamK-k/s320/DSC04949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;till the end, the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocK640uVI/AAAAAAAABAw/MJNGDulufhc/s1600-h/DSC04950.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258546488840337746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPocK640uVI/AAAAAAAABAw/MJNGDulufhc/s320/DSC04950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archdiocesan Youth Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;awesome, fantastic, tremendous and everything just beyond amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pancakes are wonderful. They do wonderful things to my empty stomach. With maple syrup. Oh, the wonders of such a combination. Nana my love gave me Teenage magazine which is awesome because it has Jonas' faces on the cover. I am dead beat. Jumping around, singing non-stop and kneeling for what seemed like forever is really starting to affect the strength of my body right now. Having long hair really does have it consequences. I am waiting for my hair to dry and I am forbided to use the hairdryer because everyone's sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finally spent precious time with &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Amerie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Reginal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Beatrice&lt;/span&gt;. I think it has been way overdue since I've hung out with those three bums. I also got to hang out with &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Shaun Ng&lt;/span&gt;. That boy was super hyper, it was awesome. Today was just too unexplainable. I am in love with the theme song 'Receive The Power'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really need to stop listening to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But it's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am becoming holy&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;I MISS BEATRICE PNG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See Beat, I do talk about you :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5066647654546523966?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5066647654546523966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5066647654546523966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5066647654546523966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5066647654546523966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-come-and-go-but-they-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPoco9YN6vI/AAAAAAAABA4/jm86lWNcHlc/s72-c/DSC04951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-8396750338357729773</id><published>2008-10-16T21:20:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:29:28.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have decided to put a post aside specially for Jonas. Yes, I am going to make all of you haters suffer. It'd be a nightmare, you'd wish you'd never come to this blog, I'll make you suffocate with Jonas overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'd be awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am going through this phase again, where I watch Jonas videos non-stop. Rewatch videos infact, considering that I've watched almost every video containing them on youtube already. It sounds &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;scary, creepy, weird, mental, insane, wrong, foolish, crazy&lt;/span&gt; but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPdXbibiqHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZLoCAvvCDlI/s1600-h/now+I+believe+in+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257767220588750962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPdXbibiqHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZLoCAvvCDlI/s320/now+I+believe+in+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to touch Nicholas' curls. They're so bouncy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to touch Joe's shoes. They're so pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to touch Kevin's sideburns. But he cut them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joseph Adam Jonas doesn't have his wonderful Taylor Swift by his side anymore. This is wonderful, especially since it was a publicity stunt. What dumbass of a publicist they have. I am totally kidding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I adore the Jonas family&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is the sixteenth of October which means that it has been exactly one month since Nicholas' birthday and exactly twenty more days till Kevin's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Twenty-one that dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, hitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; adulthood I see. I bet you that he's going to get his Lamborghini. Lucky fools with just too much money for their own good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Chelsea, Ameera, Audrey, Jananee and I &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; last a conversation without the word Jonas. Yes, I actually realised that. It's rather cool and tremendous all at the same time. I miss the old school days. When Joseph had his Joehawk, Nicholas was all hyper because he didn't know he was diabetic and when Kevin had his wonderful short and straight hair. Oh, the wonderful wonderful wonderful things they were when they were such innocent boys. I make it sound as though they're not innocent at all now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kay, maybe they're not :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I AM TOTALLY KIDDING.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TflKcmdKvJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TflKcmdKvJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzwrVc3sF5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzwrVc3sF5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faSIlcsBp8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faSIlcsBp8E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Give me a good reason to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; him.&lt;/strong&gt; What's that? Don't have one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbLpHjM_QSU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbLpHjM_QSU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I swear that they sound exactly the same as they do on Demi's album, especially &lt;u&gt;Nicholas&lt;/u&gt;. He and his perfection.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8396750338357729773?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8396750338357729773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8396750338357729773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8396750338357729773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8396750338357729773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-me-good-reason-to-hate-him.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPdXbibiqHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZLoCAvvCDlI/s72-c/now+I+believe+in+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-9055383576773027825</id><published>2008-10-15T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:06:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's about time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to shut the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fuck up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(You know I love you so fucking much Jonas. Just not so much of buttface)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPXpaKSn9FI/AAAAAAAABAI/zeFmvbUFbF0/s1600-h/JBItsAboutTime.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257364775673263186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPXpaKSn9FI/AAAAAAAABAI/zeFmvbUFbF0/s320/JBItsAboutTime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want this album, I want it bad. What the fuck was I doing while this album was being released? I was fucking celebrating National Day. Yes, indeed. Not a very pleasant way to spend the release of their first album. This masterpiece has turned into a fucking collector's item now and is selling on Ebay at hundred and sixty-seven dollars and fifty cents US. What a joke. But coming to think of it, nothing's a joke when Jonas and their fans are involved. What hardcore asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when your index finger and thumb are super glued together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tearing of skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;What do you get when you super glue two hearts together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Thought I'd share that. Had a rather impressive talk about sexuality today. The speaker mentioned that joke and I found it rather hilarious. But then again, my humor can be so out of it some times, it's not even funny. Miss Audrey Jana, Miss Dianah Zulkifli and Miss Nurameera Haron did not arrive at the boundaries of school today. They'd rather enjoy the contentment of their comfortable beds at home then see the faces of Chelsea and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I have come to a resolution. I don't care if you know I'm ranting about you, I don't care if you care cause all I care about now is ranting about you. I highly doubt that that made any sense at all but I don't give a shit. You have finally showed your true colours and I am actually glad you did. Goes to show what bad choice of friends I have nowadays. It scares me to know that I couldn't see it all along. What a dumbass I can be, showing you off to all my friends. Fucking me off, that's one thing. But calling me a slut? How immature can one get? You have just proven the theory of how immature jerks guys can be. (No offence to all you wonderful boys. AHEM.Jonas.AHEM.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You act nice to people who act nice to you. You fuck off people who you apparently find 'annoying' or 'bitchy'. And now, one mistake which I didn't even make, you go fucking the whole world like it revolves around you. Well, you can go and fuck with all your wonderful wannabes cause I don't give a fuck about you. Don't you dare give me a fuck face when I see you, don't you dare fucking talk about me behind my back, don't you dare even fucking talk about me. Cause to me at this point of time, you're a fucker. A fucker who deserves to be ignored because of your immature actions which i doubt you have any control over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cause I think you need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-9055383576773027825?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9055383576773027825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=9055383576773027825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/9055383576773027825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/9055383576773027825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-about-time-to-shut-fuck-up.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPXpaKSn9FI/AAAAAAAABAI/zeFmvbUFbF0/s72-c/JBItsAboutTime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4687598595589017115</id><published>2008-10-14T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:00:35.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPQ9gE9HCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/lEjofzHYiLo/s1600-h/spaceball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256894286343375122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPQ9gE9HCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/lEjofzHYiLo/s320/spaceball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;screaming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eagle eye makes me fall for Shia all over again. He and his stupid comedic timing and flawless face. It makes me want to puke butterflies. I am intently watching Audrey and Chelsea who are intently watching Ocean's Thirteen. It's rather hilarious if you ask me because their facial expressions make me want to smile. Open mouths, squinted eyes; my exact definition of best friends. Only they can make me feel much better after feeling like I've been punched in the stomach. I miss Ameera terribly. I want my best friend back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;I miss Amerie.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nana.&lt;br /&gt;I miss James.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Rochelle.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhh. I don't see a need for living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the award for the best lie goes to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4687598595589017115?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4687598595589017115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4687598595589017115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4687598595589017115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4687598595589017115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-screaming-i-love-you-so-but-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPQ9gE9HCRI/AAAAAAAABAA/lEjofzHYiLo/s72-c/spaceball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-5472515238243295547</id><published>2008-10-13T14:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:30:18.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPLqwJTQPqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/DlLKlE3PNAo/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256521827946086050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPLqwJTQPqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/DlLKlE3PNAo/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When two different worlds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;collide&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Sleepover, that I cannot wait. Four friends reuniting after one year of pure torture of being separated into three different classes. Have you ever screamed because you felt something crawling on your skin and realised that it was hair or something of the total reverse of what you were thinking it was? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;That just happened to me. Not funny. Stop laughing you jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been getting complains (fine, complain is an overstatement. More like nagging.) that my posts have been to emo. Funny, because life isn't all about rainbows and cotton candy. Cotton candy sounds super awesome right now. I want some. Pink in colour would be grand. I want, sorry, I correct myself, I &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; a guitar. In desperate need. My electric guitar decided to go fanatical on me and break at a place I did not know could damage. Now, I am left with my acoustic which does not produce a crisp sound and the strings are way too far from the fretboard. I don't blame it because it only costs a hundred bucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I believe my obsession with Jonas has increased tremendously. It's crazy considering that it has been one whole year but it never did subside one bit but willingly amplified in ways I refuse to describe. Demi Lovato is yet another person I doubt I will forget easily. I need to stop obsessing if I want a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;But I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxKvMkHW1P4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxKvMkHW1P4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time For Me To Fly - Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Learned From You - Miley Cyrus and Billy Ray Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(So true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out Of This World - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Ohgoodness. I likeeeeee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Could Have You Back - Aly and AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(HAHA. Not really, since no one really never left.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Be The Light - Nicholas Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(I don't mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Hehhhh, dance baby dance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Time Coming- Oliver James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Whoaaa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Far Behind - Aly and AJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Quite true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(HAHAHA! Joseph would kill me, or even CJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Driveway - Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(That doesn't even make sense. Ehhh, whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little Bit Longer - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(HAHAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take A Bow - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(OMG. hahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted To Me - Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(GOSH! Egoistic much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bet On It - Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(true trueeeee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont Walk Away - Nicholas Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(HAHA! So trueee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What would you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just A Dream - Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Sad sad song. But I don't mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What Time Is It? - High School Musical Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(WHAT THE FUCK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime - Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Heck yes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Broken - Lindsey Haun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Oooh, yes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Girl In Town - Brittany Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(HAHAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me - Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(*smiles*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Hahaha! I love my mama :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. What song would you play during your first time having sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Be Mine - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(PERFECT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5472515238243295547?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5472515238243295547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5472515238243295547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5472515238243295547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5472515238243295547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-two-different-worlds-collide_13.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SPLqwJTQPqI/AAAAAAAAA_w/DlLKlE3PNAo/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-149347259537849540</id><published>2008-10-13T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:02:38.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tomorrow screams sleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I. cannot. wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-149347259537849540?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/149347259537849540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=149347259537849540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/149347259537849540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/149347259537849540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/tomorrow-screams-sleepover.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7074989789846643505</id><published>2008-10-12T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:18:01.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I am going through a fuckabulary phase. I think I've used the word more than hundred times today, must be my newest record. Way past beyond amazing if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much we've grown apart, almost like we're two separate individuals now. From soulmates, to lovers, attached, best friends, buddies and finally to strangers. I know nothing about you, I refuse to acknowledge what you have become. It's not you, it's all fake, it's all pretend, it's all a front you put up to prevent anyone breaking you again. &lt;em&gt;Now, I'm done believing you. &lt;/em&gt;You promised forever, I was counting on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, your forever sure lasted an eternity short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many broken promises, too many trail of tears, too many times you were left cold, for so many years. Too many times you walked away and was made to feel ashamed. And though you tried to give, you were often blamed. Fuck, I want to pee after all this ranting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7074989789846643505?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7074989789846643505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7074989789846643505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7074989789846643505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7074989789846643505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-nick-im-fucking-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-5027260946785294542</id><published>2008-10-11T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:47:12.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SO-e_B-SwqI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ADqkzxP4q2Y/s1600-h/I+won%27t+rest+until+you%27re+mine..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255594095863317154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SO-e_B-SwqI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ADqkzxP4q2Y/s320/I+won%27t+rest+until+you%27re+mine..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;It's been long since I've blogged, too long in fact. Exams are way overdue, finally. I can hear freedom yelling out to me. But I can also hear Zaki's voice screaming my name once I make a careless mistake during SYF practice. Then again, maybe he wouldn't even remember my name. I'd invisible to him, and would like to stay that way. It'd be horrible. I wouldn't be able to concentrate, I would have nightmares, I would cut myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, I'm exaggerating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;It tends to happen a lot now that exams are over. I left my brain over at school, not wanting it back. Not until at least next year when I desperately yearn for it for my 'N' levels. I'm turning sixteen in a matter of months. Time passes by way too fast, it's slowly eating every inch of me. I cannot wait until the time that I get onto the plane to leave for Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, that would be a moment when I wouldn't want time to fly by. I cannot wait until I can finally get away from Singapore and into an unfamiliar country. The feeling would be refreshing and unknown. It'd be too wonderful and free to put in words. I would sit on the beaches, watch the waves crash and know just how much Singapore is missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow is yet another Saturday when I would dread to drag my feet over to church for catechism. It would be yet another Saturday when I have to sit in a crowded classroom, listen to Ben blabber. And yet, I do remember telling myself that I was now free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;It only goes to show how wrong I can be at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I cry too many times at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;It should stop, but I don't want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;It's wrong, but I look up at your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and convince myself that it's right.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5027260946785294542?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5027260946785294542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5027260946785294542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5027260946785294542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5027260946785294542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-long-since-ive-blogged-too.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SO-e_B-SwqI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ADqkzxP4q2Y/s72-c/I+won%27t+rest+until+you%27re+mine..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2026652841923100505</id><published>2008-09-24T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:40:59.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KvL8aicreYs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KvL8aicreYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqJNPQkFEs0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqJNPQkFEs0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7DAbdX51Ms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a7DAbdX51Ms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5F8s-3ZEaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5F8s-3ZEaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And people ask me why I love the Jonas Brothers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can't wait till this whole jonas craze blows over, hopefully in the distant future, and only the [as they say] true fans remain. believe me, i want nothing but success for these wonderful boys. but at the moment, i'm tired of all these campaigns that say 'they are changing, but not for the good' or 'i want the old jonas boys back'.&lt;br /&gt;YOU, and no one else, made this happen. if we didn't show up at concerts or appearances, then the boys would not be able to tour or have another album coming out in less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry that you couldn't get front row seats to the show, like you used to be able to in 2006 [and even early 2007], but a thousand people cannot sit front row.&lt;br /&gt;stop complaining and just enjoy the music. that's what they are; &lt;u&gt;musicians&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;every little thing gets judged and talked about; their hair, their clothes, their girlfriends, their LIFE. and people change, a lot. i am not the same person i was a year ago. but i just haven't changed my style of clothes[okay, maybe i have but that's besides the point]. that is all we are basing their CHANGE on. it's called money and good stylists. people are paid to dress these boys and they get compliments about their clothes all the time. but think, if they wore plaid shorts and mickey mouse shirts, people would make a fuss about that outfit. there is no pleasing everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2026652841923100505?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2026652841923100505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2026652841923100505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2026652841923100505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2026652841923100505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-people-ask-me-why-i-love-jonas.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-1653667974638633688</id><published>2008-09-23T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:35:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwTY1mtpI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PS5Y2UFUg8o/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249209581575779986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwTY1mtpI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PS5Y2UFUg8o/s320/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daddy oh daddy, what would i do without you..r money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwToBZo-I/AAAAAAAAAxU/HoHabEgFZmA/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249209585651786722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwToBZo-I/AAAAAAAAAxU/HoHabEgFZmA/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He's so tall that he's head looks effing big here. Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwUCHO3lI/AAAAAAAAAxc/7xq4IjStjMY/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249209592655568466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwUCHO3lI/AAAAAAAAAxc/7xq4IjStjMY/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwUktTvJI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kxB0eRc8xz4/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249209601942076562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwUktTvJI/AAAAAAAAAxk/kxB0eRc8xz4/s320/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She thinks she's cool :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hurtful words&lt;br /&gt;Nighttime cries&lt;br /&gt;Harsh blows&lt;br /&gt;Covered by lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain taken&lt;br /&gt;Silver blade&lt;br /&gt;Bloody arms&lt;br /&gt;Secrets made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Shattered trust&lt;br /&gt;a want, a need&lt;br /&gt;becomes a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor&lt;br /&gt;“its ok Hun”&lt;br /&gt;it’s not too late&lt;br /&gt;911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent dinners&lt;br /&gt;parents fight&lt;br /&gt;God should’ve let her&lt;br /&gt;die that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use&lt;br /&gt;horrible fate&lt;br /&gt;no way to cope&lt;br /&gt;family hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;body obsession&lt;br /&gt;girl stuck&lt;br /&gt;in depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starve a little&lt;br /&gt;miss a meal&lt;br /&gt;dropping pounds&lt;br /&gt;till perfection is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m too tired”&lt;br /&gt;“I already ate”&lt;br /&gt;weak girl&lt;br /&gt;fighting fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars on arms&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;cuts on wrists&lt;br /&gt;number grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one notices&lt;br /&gt;no one to care&lt;br /&gt;girl sucks it up&lt;br /&gt;life’s not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes don’t fit&lt;br /&gt;parents don’t see&lt;br /&gt;trapped soul&lt;br /&gt;begging to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams crushed&lt;br /&gt;life slipping away&lt;br /&gt;won’t make it&lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful words&lt;br /&gt;nighttime cries&lt;br /&gt;blood drains&lt;br /&gt;one girl dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-1653667974638633688?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/1653667974638633688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=1653667974638633688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1653667974638633688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/1653667974638633688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurtful-words-nighttime-cries-harsh.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNjwTY1mtpI/AAAAAAAAAxM/PS5Y2UFUg8o/s72-c/DSC01400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-3620830746723460537</id><published>2008-09-20T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:51:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't like rich people. But I guess these three peeps are exceptional. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So that’s why they were at the sporting goods store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E! News has learned exclusively that the Jonas Brothers helped celebrate Nick’s Sweet 16 birthday last night at Los Angeles’ Dodgers Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“[Kevin, Joe and Nick] rented out the stadium last night to play a baseball game with some friends,” a source tells us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous trio joined at least 15 of their closest pals (the minimum required for a baseball game) from 10:00 pm to around 12:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how much did the guys drop on baby Nick’s sweet 16 treat? Upwards of $30,000 for the less than three-hour affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just renting the field starts at $25,000. From there, lights for a night game run $5,000, and food and beverages can add up to $500. Want music? Bring your iPod to blast through the stadium for another $500. Staff, amenities and even hired baseball players can be added to the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brothers, however, preferred to bring their own uniforms. Earlier today, E! reported the band scooped up baseball gear from Big 5 Sporting Goods, including athletic pants and shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Heck right? Best part? Kevin was spotted test driving a lamborghini. Wow Kevoooo, 21 and heading big. Haha. Shit, I cannot get over the fact that they spent so fucking much for Nicholas' birthday. Dang boy, you've got it bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-3620830746723460537?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/3620830746723460537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=3620830746723460537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3620830746723460537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/3620830746723460537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-like-rich-people.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-4789231203806214172</id><published>2008-09-18T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:33:20.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNJjfI6OmLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/J06CRWY1GZw/s1600-h/no+comment..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247365902458853554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNJjfI6OmLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/J06CRWY1GZw/s320/no+comment..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't stop laughing. What a dumbo. HAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I have no clue what I'm doing wasting my time on the computer and reading books when I'm really suppose to be studying. I really need to catch up on my sleeping. I think my average number of hours I get to sleep every night is like three hours. It's actually pretty cool, but the bags under my eyes aren't exactly the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want to marry NJ. Then again, where would we be, if we couldn't dream?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4789231203806214172?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4789231203806214172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4789231203806214172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4789231203806214172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4789231203806214172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-couldnt-stop-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SNJjfI6OmLI/AAAAAAAAAxE/J06CRWY1GZw/s72-c/no+comment..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2075949252279887500</id><published>2008-09-17T00:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:35:50.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SM_lH8tbalI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SVvZIn6YPm0/s1600-h/shit+balls..png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246664015628429906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SM_lH8tbalI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SVvZIn6YPm0/s320/shit+balls..png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy birthday you too-handsome-for-this-world diabetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to know that I overannounced&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nicholas' birthday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, I think I said it more than a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hundred times today but no one wanted to celebrate with me. How sad. Haha! But it's okay, I still have tomorrow because of America being like sixteen hours behind us so it's cool. Gahh Nicholas, get your damn sexy butt over here for goodness sakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameera has too much ego in her head. She wants me proclaim my love for her, like she's the only lover I have in my life. Pfft, Ameera. No, but seriously, I miss you woman. I miss hanging out in Compass Point, blasting Jesse McCartney's songs from the second story till everyone looked at us. I miss eating Yoshinoya with you. I miss going out with you like almost everyday. I miss the cam-whoring moments we used to have in the bus. I just fcking miss you effing a lot in general.&lt;em&gt; &lt;u&gt;I want to get back to the old days, when the phone would ring and I knew it was you. I want to talk back and get yelled at, fight for nothing like we used to. Oh hold me, like you mean it, like you miss me, cause I know that you do. I want to get back, get back with you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting to get on my nerves. Don't get me wrong, I still love school and all but that is for the friends part. I hate the over piling of homework, I hate the fact that teachers still pick on me just because I wear that extra badge on top of my school badge, I hate the fact that it's getting so much harder as I grow older. I don't want to grow up, I don't want to have to be responsible for my wrong doings, I don't want to think that I might be alone in the world one day. Life really doesn't feel fair at this point of time, especially hearing the name Nadia. (Haha, sound familiar Ameera?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;-anettewashere-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can you whisper in my ear, let me know it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You warned me that you were gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you would really go&lt;br /&gt;I was blind but baby now I see&lt;br /&gt;Broke your heart but now I know&lt;br /&gt;That I was being such a fool&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know if I'll get up&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;But I'm dying without your love&lt;br /&gt;Begging to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd rather just be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I know that I can't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the letter you that you left&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll ever get you back&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about when I'll see you next&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I never will forget&lt;br /&gt;That I was being such a fool&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know that truth means so much more&lt;br /&gt;Cause you would if you could, don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd give everything that I've got left&lt;br /&gt;To show you I mean what I have said&lt;br /&gt;I know I was such a fool&lt;br /&gt;But I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2075949252279887500?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2075949252279887500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2075949252279887500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2075949252279887500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2075949252279887500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-you-too-handsome-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SM_lH8tbalI/AAAAAAAAAw8/SVvZIn6YPm0/s72-c/shit+balls..png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4278793204987975105</id><published>2008-09-11T16:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:36:50.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMjWxnP8E5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/L-w1LfIsq0E/s1600-h/HAHA..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244677913910711186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMjWxnP8E5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/L-w1LfIsq0E/s320/HAHA..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Rochelle was on the floor, brother and sister fight. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMjWEZQaxxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/A3KqY3_ebfg/s1600-h/oh,+them+fighting..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244677137060513554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMjWEZQaxxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/A3KqY3_ebfg/s320/oh,+them+fighting..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when the brother invades the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked, until Rochelle and Marcus started fighting and I got entertained. It was super funny, cause Rochelle wanted to type something about Marcus but he wouldn't allow her. HAHAH. So he was strangling her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;wanna fight?&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;wtheckk.&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;i;'m in the moooood&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;marcus loooooks so like your mother.&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwww wtf&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll kil u through the internet&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;try.&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll order a hit on you&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaa I have my bodyguard behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;Seee my brother&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA he'll pack a punch&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll pack a kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa/&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;he'll body slam I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;Haha he's mighty strong.&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll drop kick him&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;then punt him over a bridge&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. then he'll swim back to you and f u you. I don't know, he said thats a move..&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'll cut off his nose and put it upside down and he'll look ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;ROCHELLE says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll DDT him onto a floor with broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Hayley says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Marcus is weird. Hahaha.&lt;/span&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/27629192-4278793204987975105?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4278793204987975105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4278793204987975105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4278793204987975105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4278793204987975105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/rochelle-was-on-floor-brother-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMjWxnP8E5I/AAAAAAAAAw0/L-w1LfIsq0E/s72-c/HAHA..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2557653668780617401</id><published>2008-09-09T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:39:37.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4tPVfLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/B8RovOfAvhM/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244028224405863602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4tPVfLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/B8RovOfAvhM/s320/DSC01373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know when the sun forgets to shine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4gyV5mI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8gT6xpn2Jxk/s1600-h/DSC01376.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244028221063030370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4gyV5mI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8gT6xpn2Jxk/s320/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be there to hold you through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4_9L8oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HBcwa9TlTIA/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244028229430014594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4_9L8oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/HBcwa9TlTIA/s320/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We'll be running so fast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH5MR2U9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/jmUGiiAB3qc/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244028232737903570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH5MR2U9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/jmUGiiAB3qc/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We can fly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH5Y24L_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/kFoQ7oyJadg/s1600-h/DSC01381.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244028236114440178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH5Y24L_I/AAAAAAAAAwU/kFoQ7oyJadg/s320/DSC01381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when we're miles and miles apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHR5ySrdI/AAAAAAAAAvU/MMRCVwKLK8s/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244027557758807506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHR5ySrdI/AAAAAAAAAvU/MMRCVwKLK8s/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're still holding all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHSEL58gI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UcIsuKvUsdg/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244027560550593026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHSEL58gI/AAAAAAAAAvc/UcIsuKvUsdg/s320/DSC01362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I promise it will never be dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHSOB_GRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_IqD4Tvdsh0/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244027563193342226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHSOB_GRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_IqD4Tvdsh0/s320/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHSc0gMXI/AAAAAAAAAvs/vDofiuBIimg/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244027567163322738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaHSc0gMXI/AAAAAAAAAvs/vDofiuBIimg/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Exams are in two weeks. Zailee is killing me with her damn art regulations and perfection. English oral tomorrow, I guess being index number doesn't always have its advantages. But at least I get to get over and done with it. I just can't wait for the damne exams to be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I am in desperate need of food consumption right now. But living in the Armstrong's house means that there ain't any food lying around. I want to go to Perth WA to meet Rochelle and Marcus. They've been like bugging me since forever. JB got a new mansion in texas. Well, actually that's old news but I just thought of it. It's freaking huge, I swear its the size of Disneyland with a swimming pool that has a damn side bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, lifestyles of the rich and the famous, they're always complaining, always complaining.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As of right now, I feel like lying on the grass with you and counting the stars which god holds in the sky for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-2557653668780617401?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/2557653668780617401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=2557653668780617401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2557653668780617401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/2557653668780617401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-when-sun-forgets-to-shine-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SMaH4tPVfLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/B8RovOfAvhM/s72-c/DSC01373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-8579740361062634949</id><published>2008-09-03T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:11:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether you're just using me. As though my life isn't already fucked up, you come into it and make everything even worse. Here I am being heck nice to you but you just fuck it all upside down. News flash, you've changed. Changed for the worse may I add. I actually remember the times when you were actually my friend. But now, it's as though I'm your fucking slave. You expect me to take every god damn order from you while you just sit on your throne acting like you rule the world. I don't know what you want for your future but you heck won't see me in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I give up your games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I give up your fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I give up your slavery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I fucking give you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I think it's about time you get a life which does not involve your fantasies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm yours no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-8579740361062634949?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8579740361062634949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8579740361062634949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8579740361062634949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8579740361062634949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-wonder-whether-youre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7283976641659854641</id><published>2008-08-29T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:27:18.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;S.A.L.T's movie night was awesome. Haha it was super cozy please. But sadly, so little people turned up. But it was nice though. I like just watched a effing nice movie with like effing hot hunks. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSehWmulI/AAAAAAAAAvE/nWMGktReXBg/s1600-h/Never_back_down_(2008).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239958482004130386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSehWmulI/AAAAAAAAAvE/nWMGktReXBg/s320/Never_back_down_(2008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Hell yeah. Bestest of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSekWbxoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RvmBIrPNcsM/s1600-h/sean_faris_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239958482808718978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSekWbxoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RvmBIrPNcsM/s320/sean_faris_99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember mentioning the word hot hunks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSV61K5dI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z2ztG2NJsoA/s1600-h/why+hello+handsome..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239958334224393682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSV61K5dI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z2ztG2NJsoA/s320/why+hello+handsome..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest obsession. But he can never beat NJ. Thomas Daley's the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Audrey seems to be fascinated by acting studios. She's weird in her own ways man. Chelsea, we have our outing on monday yes? For some reason, when we have holidays, I don't see the use of it. We always end up with bullshit like CCA or council. September holidays will yet be another pointless holiday. Singapore can really drive people insane. No wonder the amount of people migrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss Amerie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss Ameera;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss Donnnn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss Shaun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss James;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I need to kill myself, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7283976641659854641?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7283976641659854641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7283976641659854641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7283976641659854641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7283976641659854641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/s.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLgSehWmulI/AAAAAAAAAvE/nWMGktReXBg/s72-c/Never_back_down_(2008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4987989364086449260</id><published>2008-08-28T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:34:38.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life is fucked up. Everything isn't going the way I want them to. Looks like the chance of a lifetime is slowly slipping away. Everytime I get my hopes up high, I just have to find out something to bring it all down. What's the use of living if life goes on like this? It's like there is no purpose anymore now is there? Can't people just understand that I want to quit? I want to get away, be care free for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess I just need to come back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But now that I've gotten away from it, its almost impossible not to fantasise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm off to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4987989364086449260?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4987989364086449260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4987989364086449260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4987989364086449260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4987989364086449260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7422719733999530473</id><published>2008-08-24T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:07:00.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLF2arhQQtI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nVQGgcdWW78/s1600-h/IMG_6154.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098042339476178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLF2arhQQtI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nVQGgcdWW78/s320/IMG_6154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life is full of bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friends backstab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why live it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because it's better than dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;walao&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;since when you so cute ah&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;i love your dp&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;i have your photo in my phone&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;i look at it everyday&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you boy says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha omg, are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you boy says:&lt;br /&gt;So embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;no so cute what&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you boy says:&lt;br /&gt;Later everybody see, aiyohhh, cannot show face already&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;so cute like a little mouse&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;white mouse&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you boy says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;i make them all jealous that i can touch you&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;then they wahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;open their mouth until their jaw drop&lt;br /&gt;beat- whatever you fear most has no power says:&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you boy says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA omg, you're the bestest of the best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Beat really knows how to make someone smile. Gahh, I miss that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VukBLv-BJo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VukBLv-BJo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&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/27629192-7422719733999530473?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7422719733999530473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7422719733999530473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7422719733999530473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7422719733999530473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-full-of-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SLF2arhQQtI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nVQGgcdWW78/s72-c/IMG_6154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-2904109122744610802</id><published>2008-08-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:28:12.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SK2XfRaV9jI/AAAAAAAAAus/bVhPbaUD-W0/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237008505207387698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SK2XfRaV9jI/AAAAAAAAAus/bVhPbaUD-W0/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMEERA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/27629192-2904109122744610802?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SK2XfRaV9jI/AAAAAAAAAus/bVhPbaUD-W0/s72-c/DSC00107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-7276022179005043437</id><published>2008-08-21T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:08:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PehRf0hEWok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PehRf0hEWok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts and last goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Restless nights but lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Helps make this pain go away&lt;br /&gt;I realize I let you down&lt;br /&gt;Told you that I'd be around&lt;br /&gt;Building up the strength just to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Its all me&lt;br /&gt;This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;But your already on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with sorrow, filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I am to blame&lt;br /&gt;For leaving your heart out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And I know your gonna walk away&lt;br /&gt;And leave me with the price to pay&lt;br /&gt;But before you go I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep&lt;br /&gt;Its all me&lt;br /&gt;This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;But you're already on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't make it alive on my own&lt;br /&gt;But if you have to go, then please girl&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to see you and me going our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For breaking all the promises that I wasn't around to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Its all me&lt;br /&gt;This time is the last time that I will ever beg you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;But your already on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your already on your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7276022179005043437?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7276022179005043437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7276022179005043437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7276022179005043437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7276022179005043437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/broken-hearts-and-last-goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-6008167034141739944</id><published>2008-08-20T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:32:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL1gGroUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Z8sm8-Hzn-s/s1600-h/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236573480503976258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL1gGroUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Z8sm8-Hzn-s/s320/madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Definitely the next all around olympian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL1msGm6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/BZJ9AtZCg7I/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236573482271546274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL1msGm6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/BZJ9AtZCg7I/s320/DSC01177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The perfect picture of blurness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL186MWHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/4a2LXUapl1g/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236573488236222578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL186MWHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/4a2LXUapl1g/s320/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;We saw batman's car; totally hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL2FIwOcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HLr6aG-sP44/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236573490444777922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL2FIwOcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HLr6aG-sP44/s320/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Look up the word 'retarded' in the dictionary, our picture will appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;School has been a total bore. I have not been having much of my wonderful high pill. Chelsea Linda, I need you woman. Today at McDonalds was super funny. Backstabing friend. HAHA! (inside joke).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my mr naboo (nana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my boomba twin (chelsea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my bastard (amerie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my wonderful bestfriend (ameera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I miss my fcking electric guitar which happen to break today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm fcking pissed I tell you. I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6008167034141739944?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6008167034141739944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6008167034141739944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6008167034141739944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6008167034141739944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/definitely-next-all-around-olympian.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKwL1gGroUI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Z8sm8-Hzn-s/s72-c/madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-4451022082502636522</id><published>2008-08-17T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:21:19.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There you go, the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to just dig a hole up, jump in it and burry myself alive with the help of my little dwarfs &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;which I secretly hide in my washing machine. How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace? You're the only one who really knew me at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Take a look at me now, there's just an empty space. And you coming back to me is against all odds, and that's what I've got to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Turn around and see me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-4451022082502636522?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/4451022082502636522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=4451022082502636522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4451022082502636522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/4451022082502636522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-you-go-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-118054470913313937</id><published>2008-08-16T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:14:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKWqEeIODbI/AAAAAAAAAt8/y8uHwgYiixY/s1600-h/what+happened+to+this+side+of+joe..jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234777135671807410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKWqEeIODbI/AAAAAAAAAt8/y8uHwgYiixY/s320/what+happened+to+this+side+of+joe..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Joseph Adam. (Gahh, joehawk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKWqEjOJICI/AAAAAAAAAuE/azuZ1SDJtRA/s1600-h/familysv5.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234777137038827554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKWqEjOJICI/AAAAAAAAAuE/azuZ1SDJtRA/s320/familysv5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Paul Kevin and Denise Jonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I just let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just let you leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking&lt;br /&gt;Every breath with you&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;When all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;’cause we’ve shared the laughter and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh there’s just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;’cause there’s just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against all odds&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what I’ve got to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and see me cry&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much I need to say to you&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;’cause there’s just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;’cause there’s just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;But to wait for you is&lt;br /&gt;All I can do&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what I’ve got to face&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at me now&lt;br /&gt;’cause l’ll still be standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against all odds&lt;br /&gt;That’s the chance I’ve qot to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-118054470913313937?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/118054470913313937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=118054470913313937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/118054470913313937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/118054470913313937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-joseph-adam.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SKWqEeIODbI/AAAAAAAAAt8/y8uHwgYiixY/s72-c/what+happened+to+this+side+of+joe..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-9062385523797025628</id><published>2008-08-12T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:52:04.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-8bpBXzDIc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-8bpBXzDIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After watching this, I realised how bad I need to go for a Jonas concert.&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, annoys me. Kevin's a sweetheart. I thought I would just put it out there now. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-9062385523797025628?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9062385523797025628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=9062385523797025628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/9062385523797025628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/9062385523797025628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-watching-this-i-realised-how-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-8539669778472748040</id><published>2008-08-11T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:14:16.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohmygod, I feel like breaking down right now. I don't know why, sudden mood swing. But I'm not crying. I feel quite happy. But emo all at the same time. Why can't you take a hint, pack your bags and get the hell out of my life? God, but you just had to stick around and I have to play like I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes you want something so bad like a phone but you can't get it at all? Then you confess to your parents that you want it so badly. You beg so hard that they finally give in and hand you the money to buy it so that you would just shut the fuck up. Then once you're about to get the phone, you look at next door of the phone shop and noticed how much you wanted the guitar sitting in that store six months ago. So now you're just contemplating on which product you really want more. Then you finally realised that you don't exactly need a new phone just because everyone has got one. So you decide to buy the guitar instead.&lt;br /&gt;Days later, you don't know whether you made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why people don't want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But you don't know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what it's like to feel so low&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you smile, you laugh, you glow&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You don't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/27629192-8539669778472748040?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/8539669778472748040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=8539669778472748040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8539669778472748040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/8539669778472748040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohmygod-i-feel-like-breaking-down-right.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-5704392863335057412</id><published>2008-08-09T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:14:37.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZgoP9oUUK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hZgoP9oUUK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You warned me that you were gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Never thought you would really go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blind&lt;br /&gt;But baby now I see&lt;br /&gt;Broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;That I was being such a fool&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know if I'll get up&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;But I'm dyin' without your love&lt;br /&gt;Beggin' hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather just be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I know that I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;can't have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the letter you that you left&lt;br /&gt;(The letter that you left, will I ever get you back?)&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll ever get you back&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about when I'll see you next&lt;br /&gt;(When will I see you next? Will I ever get you back?)&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I never will forget&lt;br /&gt;(I won't forget, I won't forget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was being such a fool&lt;br /&gt;That I still don't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know if I'll get up&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;But I'm dyin' without your love&lt;br /&gt;Beggin' hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather just be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I know that I&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; can't have you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know that truth means so much more&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you would if you could&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd give everything that I've got left&lt;br /&gt;To show you I mean what I have said&lt;br /&gt;I know I was such a fool&lt;br /&gt;But I can't live without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know if I'll get up&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;But I'm dyin' without your love&lt;br /&gt;Beggin' hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather just be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I know that I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;can't have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-5704392863335057412?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/5704392863335057412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=5704392863335057412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5704392863335057412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/5704392863335057412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-warned-me-that-you-were-gonna-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-7335359610747970276</id><published>2008-08-07T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:46:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Major news people; M&amp;amp;M cru won. Like wtheck right? Everyone rooted for ACDC but I guess they have their reasons. Oh wells, for those who want to see the live battle, here's the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Y8Exiys30U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Y8Exiys30U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Like wtheck right? People say that they gave the win to Miley because she was hosting the whole event but then again, rumors can be such irritants. Oh wells, Jonas rooted for ACDC so I'm happy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then now, here is a video that made me cry. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySUp8XmE39U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySUp8XmE39U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Jerry Jonas everybody. &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-anettewashere-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-7335359610747970276?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/7335359610747970276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=7335359610747970276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7335359610747970276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/7335359610747970276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/major-news-people-m-cru-won.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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-27629192.post-6906808728562579137</id><published>2008-08-04T21:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:12:31.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQ-_rGL1I/AAAAAAAAAts/PTNkpOTTmFY/s1600-h/DSC01593.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230668166644248402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQ-_rGL1I/AAAAAAAAAts/PTNkpOTTmFY/s320/DSC01593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Stacie Orrico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQsa2FFdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6f9SJlz67Dc/s1600-h/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230667847520556498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQsa2FFdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/6f9SJlz67Dc/s320/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcNqVtjSTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xB_tIbR2njI/s1600-h/DSC04394.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230664513247988018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcNqVtjSTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/xB_tIbR2njI/s320/DSC04394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Brendon Urie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcNqt1RaHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nrTi8G8Xd0o/s1600-h/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230664519722821746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcNqt1RaHI/AAAAAAAAAtc/nrTi8G8Xd0o/s320/DSC01729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan Ross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMvXtoZhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-vWFWAzjlak/s1600-h/2731113817_6170901275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230663500172912146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMvXtoZhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/-vWFWAzjlak/s320/2731113817_6170901275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMwCMxeDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ATI99QogUq0/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230663511577819186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMwCMxeDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ATI99QogUq0/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic. (I don't what's his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMFpxaeOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/OzMCx1oEQ5c/s1600-h/1_303460213l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230662783466109154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMFpxaeOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/OzMCx1oEQ5c/s320/1_303460213l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMF1nwvrI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Cq2RPeNmUvo/s1600-h/DSC01602.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230662786646851250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcMF1nwvrI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Cq2RPeNmUvo/s320/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcLwUIIsgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PZjLnOv9FRM/s1600-h/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230662416878580226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcLwUIIsgI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PZjLnOv9FRM/s320/DSC01589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sacha. Shaunna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcLxCJcNmI/AAAAAAAAAss/amrhLRtduPo/s1600-h/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230662429232084578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcLxCJcNmI/AAAAAAAAAss/amrhLRtduPo/s320/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sacha. Ameera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday has got to be the most tiring day ever. Standing up for twelve hours straight is seriously no joke. Got up at Nine is wake up Shaunna but then that woman said that we could sleep in later but then I couldn't sleep anymore so I got online. Myspace-d for awhile then went to shower and eat. Got picked up by Nur and Shaunna then headed to Fort Canning. Those two idiots were blasting the music in the car as though the damn road belongs to them okay. Finally reached Fort Canning and it was already super packed. But then after one hour of queuing and not expecting for more people to come, the line was like practically ten km behind us please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The gates opened at two and we went straight to stage two. waited for another one in a half hours for the gates to open which was at three-thirty. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Stacie Orrico&lt;/span&gt; was the first act and she was awesome. Superly hot as usual. Then the ever so gorgeous &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Jamie Scott&lt;/span&gt; came out. I swear that he reminds me a lot of Oliver James. Gahhhh, Oliver James! After that, everyone started pushing their way to get to the front because &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One Republic&lt;/span&gt; was next. Tskkk, I still don't understand what's so great bout them? Haha I got a feeling that Amelia is so going to kill me when she reads this. Anywhooooo, then then then, the moment you've all been waiting for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PANIC AT THE DISCO&lt;/span&gt; HAS REACHED THE BUILDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, that was lame but seriously, I finally got to see my wonderful Brendon Urie after years of being in love with him. Haha oops. I took like one million and two pictures of him and about twenty billion videos. Haha he even talked about his pants falling down. Gahhh *faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am smiling a lot right now. Haha okay, seriously Sacha, shut up. Okay then it was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt; next. Omg, that guy is like legendary. Goodness, he doesn't need an introduction. He's pure genius. Then then then, it was some Levi's fashion show thing where all the damn guy models were damn hot please. Drooling moment right there. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt; finally came out after that. They were like effing hot. Shaunna was going out of control la. Haha then the final act finally came on; Miss &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;. She was fcking good as always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I swear that this is my longest post ever. But seriously, I am just fcking happy that I got to meet Brendon Urie. OMG. Hahaha okay, I'm starstruck. Miss Calyssa Lim, you know what you owe me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I only got one hour of sleep last night so I'm off to sleep now. Goodnight wonderful world. I'm super happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQ-wAxCUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pKa4k7KsWII/s1600-h/what+a+filthy+player.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230668162440169794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQ-wAxCUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pKa4k7KsWII/s320/what+a+filthy+player.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;-anettewashere-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-6906808728562579137?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/6906808728562579137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=6906808728562579137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6906808728562579137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/6906808728562579137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/stacie-orrico.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJcQ-_rGL1I/AAAAAAAAAts/PTNkpOTTmFY/s72-c/DSC01593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27629192.post-9131828211029540990</id><published>2008-08-03T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:12:31.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJUoIHJIceI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jqNsKqTVXOQ/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230130662082114018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJUoIHJIceI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jqNsKqTVXOQ/s320/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You see these people, they're lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJUoIA0q4XI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Z6Arhop3pgw/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230130660385677682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJUoIA0q4XI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Z6Arhop3pgw/s320/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea Linda Monteiro, I'll be right there where you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's birthday yesterday! Whooooots, she's finally fifteen :D&lt;br /&gt;Went ice-skating yesterday. I would say, 'let the pictures do the talking' but Miss Audrey Jana's computer broke down so she can't upload the pictures. Hahaha okay, I would type a lot too but I'm off to Singfest. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anettewashere-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27629192-9131828211029540990?l=hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/feeds/9131828211029540990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27629192&amp;postID=9131828211029540990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/9131828211029540990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27629192/posts/default/9131828211029540990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hypnotizedchocolates.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-see-these-people-theyre-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>the streets of louisiana will never be safe again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906119534716008604</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/_4id4SLJCAHI/SJUoIHJIceI/AAAAAAAAAsU/jqNsKqTVXOQ/s72-c/DSC01145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
